Behind The Boss
Truth

The restaurant looked crowded during the day. Some tables have even been reserved before. There was one special place at the end of the room, slightly jutting inside. The place is more special than the others. The chair uses a soft sofa. The place is a bit closed from the view of others. That's where Kiran spends her lunch with Radit.

"Where is the person who wants to see me, Dit? Why haven't you come yet?" kiran asked after they finished their lunch. Radit was beside him.

"In a moment, it may still be on its way. You don't want to eat anything else? Maybe ice cream?"

"You think I'm a kid?! Maybe I used to like that."

"Now?" ask Radit, like, wondering.

"Still like it anyway, only if you are tired again," replied Kiran straightforwardly. Then he realized something.

"Eh, why do you know that I like ice cream?" tanyanya, only realized if this was not even known by Rangga. Although the man knew her since High School.

"Pictured from your face" Radit replied briefly. Kiran.

What answer is that? Is there an ice cream on my face?!

Radit glanced at Kiran's hand. "Where's your wedding ring? Why don't you wear it?" tanyanya realized Kiran's hand was empty. There was only a clock circling his left wrist.

"I don't like to wear jewelry" replied Kiran flatly.

"That's your wedding ring! Not just jewelry like you said!" Radit looks upset.

"Dit, it's just a ring .... All right, I'm gonna wear that ring in the future." Kiran did not want to argue.

A smile spread on Radit's lips. The smile Kiran did not see. "Well, so. If you say it straight out."

"Alright Mr. Radit Makarim .... I'll obey you."

Radit pulled Kiran's nose. "I don't like it when you talk like that."

Kiran pursed her lips. "Sick, Dit!" kiran protest, pull out Radit's hand. Radit doesn't ignore it.

"Why? You are indeed Radit Makarim. Then?"

"I'm your husband, Karina Hardiyanti Widjadjaaa ...!!!" Radit put pressure on the end of his speech.

"I am Karina. It must have been a little awkward to hear that name back but I've never been mad at you. Then why would you be upset if I called you by your full name?" Radit looked at Kiran sharply.

"Well, I won't talk that way anymore. But when I'm angry, I don't promise" Kiran said. He is struggling right now.

"Your boy just said that! You think I'll let you. You should apologize to me first. You have made two mistakes today. The first one you don't wear is your wedding ring. Second, you call me by a call I don't like."

"Huh? Okay .. I'm sorry."

Yes, let's hurry.

"Apologies should also be taken. As a sign that you really feel sorry for doing it," Radit said grinning.

"God, Dit. No need to be lebay! Your mistakes are more. I didn't ask you for anything weird either."

"Yes already then. For my past mistakes, you can ask for anything. What do you want to ask for? A car? A home? Or what?"

Kiran bought her eyes. Feeling surprised. This man before him was really serious apparently. "That's it. I don't want anything from you! Apologizing is enough for me."

"Then you don't want to. Don't blame me for demanding more of you."

Eh? I'll lose then! When he's wrong, he's just sorry. When I was wrong, he asked for more than just an apology. Can't! I also have to ask for more!

"Okay, if you insist. I want something from you. More than you mentioned. I want to know about someone ...." Kiran smiled meaningfully. Now, he's mounted the horses. If Radit bites him, then he nimbly dodges.

"Ask me. I will answer you honestly," Radit replied calmly. Not implying the slightest bit of objection to Kiran's request.

Kiran will start the question. He will ask in more detail. He must know who the woman who had been in Radit's heart. He will find the woman and ask her to marry Radit, however she wants.

Marrying a man whose heart is not married is something Kiran does not really want. He feels himself pathetic. Get his body but his heart for others.

In the past, when Ari offered to marry her because they had slept together, she did not approve. Because she did not want Ari to marry her forcibly. After he finds out that Ari loves him, he agrees to marry Ari.

And so is Rangga. He waited seven years to make sure that Rangga's feelings for him were love and not just pity. Once he can confirm that, even if he does not love the man, he still accepts his love.

For him, let him not love, but he will not let his lover or her husband who does not love him. The lessons of the father taught him.

Same with Radit. Who has now become her husband. He will not remain silent. She will try to find out who this woman in her husband's heart is.

After he found the woman, he immediately married the two of them, no matter how. After that, he will be free. He still gets status but is not burdened with serving a husband whose heart belongs to someone else. Being recognized as the daughter-in-law of the Makarim family is enough to make her happy. That's all, he doesn't want more.

"Who's the name of the woman you love?" Kiran began to ask.

Radit looked at Kiran seriously. "Karina!" answer Radit briefly.

"Well?!" Kiran was in disbelief at what she heard. "Who's the woman's name?" Kiran repeated her question.

"Karina!" Radit is consistent.

Is it the same name? Alright .., next question.

"Where does he live?" Kiran asked again.

"In my heart!" Radit replied timidly.

Kiran looked at Radit flatly. "I'm serious Radit. You promised to answer me honestly."

Radit. He is confused as to what to do. Must be sad because indeed the woman in front of him is completely insensitive. Or to be happy, to see the persistence of the woman before him to find out the woman in his heart.

What you're looking for is actually yourself. Fuck up!

"Okay, I repeat my question. Where does the woman live?"

"In my house!"

Huh huh? In-house? Is it possible the waiter's at home or what? Oh, or maybe it's not home anymore?

"Where is he now?"

"In front of me!"

Kiran turned her face. He's getting pissed. "Handering also has its limits, Dit!" he said he put on an angry look.

"You don't want to understand ...." Radit pushed lightly on Kiran's forehead with his index finger.

"It's my turn!" radit said excitedly.

"What do you want from me?! Not much money. I can't buy a car or a house!" Suspicious to see Radit's spirit.

He must have wanted to prank me. Seen once

from the scents of his spirit ....

"My money is a lot. I don't need that." Radit shook his hand.

"So what do you want?" ask Kiran to investigate. He's racking his brains. Trying to read what this man in front of him wanted. Looking for a possibility to deny it.

Kiran scrunched her forehead. "What does that mean?"

Radit turned his lips again. It's clear now. This man gave a kiss signal. Kiran. "I need to get you married. Looks like your testosterone has risen quite sharply lately." Kiran shook her head.

Radit glares. "Do it!!" Well, losing is like this, Kiran herself so feels creepy. The aura to the man's dictatorship had been plastered for real.

"Now?" kiran asked hoping that the man would answer her later. There's no answer. Only the sharp gaze of the man was locking her up. As if it was true that this man was asking for it right now. Kiran smiled bitterly.

"Can't you later? This is a public place, Dit. Shame on my headscarf if we do something like that here."

Kiran tried to negotiate. Although the place is actually quite closed. In addition, Bara had lunch at the table before the table they occupied. In addition there were two large high guards standing guard in front. The waiter who was going to enter had to pass through the two guards.

"DO IT!!!" Radit's face turned increasingly dark. A terrifying aura emanated from his face.

Kiran breathed a heavy sigh. "Accept ...."

Kiran looked around them. Indeed, their place is more private, so it is not reached by the eyes of others. The guard was focused on looking ahead.

Alright Radit Makarim .... If it's just a kiss, I don't think it's excessive ....

Just now that Kiran wanted to bring her lips closer to the area Radit asked for, a noisy voice towards where they were sitting made her undo her intentions. He entered and approached Radit. He whispered something in the man's ear. Radit. "Just get him in."

Bara nodded then he came out again. At first glance he gave a mocking smile to Kiran. As if to know, what kind of deeds Kiran would do before she entered.

Did he hear?

After Bara came out, he went back in while holding an old woman with a stick in his right hand. Mrs Tutik Hardiyanti Widjadja.

Kiran. Throw his eyes at Radit. As if asking what all this means. Radit looked at him in the shade. His horrible look was gone.

"You should know the truth, Karina. Hear him. He'll tell you everything."

Radit clasped Kiran's hand then gestured for Bara to wait outside. Madam Tutik sat in front of Radit and Kiran. The table separates them. Kiran looked at Madam Tutik coldly.

"I think you haven't told her yet, seeing her gaze still hasn't changed on me. Has Mahesa not told you?" tanya Madam Tutik looked at Radit.

"Sorry, Grandma. Radit wants Karina to listen directly from Grandma." Radit politely replied.

Kiran gasped. Grandma? Even Radit called her grandma?!

"Look, your husband has called me that. Don't you want to handle it like that, too?"

"Sorry, Madam. As I said before. I don't have a Grandma even long ago ...."

You are Kamil's daughter. His stubbornness even dropped to you.

Madam Tutik chuckled. "alright. Let's just get started. Tell me, what do you know. Why do you hate me? Why can you call me a murderer?"

Kiran glanced at Radit. As if asking Radit for consideration. The man smiled while nodding his head. Kiran sighed softly.

"Where should I start? I myself am not sure where you want to hear from," replied Kiran flatly. He straightened his back. He looks very confident.

"Start from the word killer" whispered Mrs Tutik.

"Allah .... I'll tell you a story about a teenager who was in second grade High School. One day the teenager gave permission to go home quickly to his teacher, intending to give a surprise birthday to the father. Unexpectedly in front of the door, not to mention entering. He heard that the papa got a call from someone at the company, who told him that the company they had built with great difficulty had collapsed."

Kiran makes a pause in her story. Observing the look on the face of the old woman in front of him who still looked calm.

Kiran sighed softly. Wanted to continue his story but his chest rumbled. A glimpse of the past, right at the scene looms. Giving her excess emotions to her heart.

Kiran rearranged those emotions. He should look calm.

"And what happened next. The heartache of the father immediately relapsed hearing the story. The teenager immediately entered and ran into the house to hear the voice of the father who complained while holding his chest. On the lap of the teenager, the father who wanted to be given a surprise on his birthday, apparently made a surprise on the teenager with his death."

Kiran stopped for a moment. Clear circles had involuntarily dripped from his eyes. Chest churned. Emotions cannot be controlled.

"And you know, the cause of the company of the father of the teenager was destroyed why?" asked Kiran smiling cynically.

"Because your company is trying by all means to destroy it. Not for once. Yet time and time again. At the height of my papa's grief at the loss of his unfaithful wife, he also lost the company he had painstakingly built. That's what made him die.

WHAT OTHER WORDS DO YOU THINK I SHOULD PUT ON THE OWNER OF THE COMPANY THAT ALWAYS DESTROYED MY PAPA COMPANY IF NOT A KILLER??!!"

Exit all. Kiran's emotions have been all out. Kiran's breath goes up and down. His eyes looked at Madam Tutik sharply. Radit hugged her from the side. Hold her hand tightly.

Madam Tutik rubbed the corner of her wet eyes. "Yes, that's appropriate. Even very well deserved ...."

Kiran gasped at Madam Tutik's words. Unexpectedly, this old lady before him did not deny it at all.

".... But if I destroy it. I myself have long stood behind the scenes in managing the company. I'm old for that." Madam Tutik continued her words.

"Now do you want to hear my story?" tanya Madam Tutik looked at Kiran inside. Kiran fell silent.

Madam Tutik sighed softly. Calmly he spoke of what happened. Everything was. All the things he said to Mahesa.

Kiran. He leaned his body against the couch. It was a great shock to hear the words of the old woman before him.

"I-i ...." Kiran could no longer continue. He really doesn't know what to say anymore. His grudges and resentments all this time, being disoriented, no longer knowing where to go.

"Grandma doesn't want anything from you. Grandma just wants your confession. You're my only family. I just want to love you, Karin ...."

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