Behind The Boss
Dating

Kiran's routine goes back to the way it was when she became secretary of TJ Company. Radit's agenda management was returned to Bara. He also continued to check several TJ reports to be reported to Radit. The man only said that it was a step to prepare him to become the director of TJ.

Kiran and Radit's relationship is back. Kiran was still flat and cold towards Radit even though the news of Lusi's dismissal had already been heard in his ears. The annoyance in his heart was gone but he still felt lazy to talk to the man. If Radit doesn't start a conversation between them, Kiran has no intention of starting one.

Radit's agenda is getting denser because it must replace the messy meeting schedule on Monday. As a result, Radit always comes home late every night. He also always settles in his study after dawn prayers.

As the man had said before, this weekend Radit took Kiran out. Radit says that they are going to meet someone, but Kiran feels nothing like it.

"You ready?" ask Radit to Kiran. The guy just came out of the walk in closet. Radit was wearing jeans. Jeans and T-shirts wrapped in jeans. A hat was perched on his head. Reminds Kiran of their first meeting. Kiran then makes Radit kiss the floor forcefully.

Kiran nodded. She herself wears jeans too. Radit asked for. For tops, Kiran uses a t-shirt tunic.

Radit gave Kiran black glasses. "Wear this!"

"For what?" ask Kiran in surprise. No doubt, he also received the sunglasses.

"Let's cool" Radit replied briefly. Making Kiran scrunch her forehead.

After breakfast together, Radit tells Kiran to wait on the terrace. Not long after, the man came riding a black gold sport bike. Kiran's heart trembled looking at him. Radit looks more handsome and dashing on that bike.

"When do you want to be stuck there? Come on over here!" Radit waved his hand, asking Kiran to come closer.

"Wear this!" radit said as soon as Kiran approached, giving Kiran a helmet.

"Where are we going exactly?" tanya Kiran felt strange.

Why meet someone must wear all jeans and ride a motorcycle that he has never seen before. He only knows Radit's usual car. Never seen this sport bike.

"We really want to see someone. But we dated first." The man explained while pulling Kiran's hand to get on the bike immediately.

"Hold the strong." Radit pulled Kiran's hand around her waist. Kiran did not refute, letting her hands encircle the man's waist.

Motor sport that has a box behind it so inevitably Kiran will sit docked on Radit.

"This is your bike?" ask Kiran.

"You think I'm the kind of person who likes to borrow other people's stuff?!" sahut Radit, sounded arrogant according to Kiran. But he is Radit Makarim. It is natural to say so.

"We're leaving yeah." Radit immediately turned on the motor. They immediately slid out of the fence of the Makarim family residence.

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The wind was blowing very hard. The surging water repeatedly swept away their feet that were walking on the sand. Accidentally their trouser legs roll up to the calves. Their hands are clutched. Not a second did Radit release his grip on Kiran's hand.

The beach was not too crowded when they arrived. The beach water looks low. They enjoy walking on the edge.

"You happy here?" tanya Radit looked at Kiran. Look at the woman's expression.

"Lumayan," replied Kiran briefly. Not looking at Radit at all.

"If I throw you in there, how about it?" canda Radit pointed the part slightly to the middle. The area Radit designated was quite deep.

Kiran followed Radit's direction. "I can still swim there. The waves can still be strong. I've practiced swimming there in High School" replied Kiran flatly.

"remarkable. You can do everything Karina. So what can't you?" tanya Radit wants to be funny.

"Love you," Kiran replied expressionlessly.

Radit. Heart melos. Looking at Kiran inside. "You still mad at me?" ask Radit lirih.

"I'm the type of person who has a hard time forgetting someone's bitter words" Kiran said. Back to wanting to put your feet.

"You can forget the mistake your uncle made. But why is it so hard to open yourself to me."

Kiran looked at Radit. Opposed the two men's eye beads. "I've opened up enough, but you're the one who made me doubt."

Radit sighed softly. Don't want to argue anymore. He took Kiran to walk again. "I used to have the urge to take my wife along the beach like this. My shadow back then, something like this would definitely taste sweet. But it turns out it's different now."

There was disappointment in his voice. Guilt over Kiran. Is he too much?

"From the beginning I didn't know I was going to marry you. We are trapped in this marriage. So, if you're dissatisfied with me, I'll allow you to remarry. I don't mind at all."

Radit stopped stepping. He looked at Kiran inside. "I'm not the least satisfied, but you." Radit.

Kiran. Shift your gaze at the roar of the waves that converge on the whirring of the wind.

"We sit there yuk." Point Radit at the beach that is not swept by the waves.

Kiran, according to him, followed Radit. They both sat on the sand. Equally staring at the waves rolling, racing to dye the beach.

"The first time Papa asked me to handle the company. Papa told me a story."

Kiran shut up, listen. His eyes stared at the roll of the waves, but he listened to Radit carefully.

"Papa told the story of Ali ibn Abi Talib with a Jew." Radit added.

Kiran was a little surprised. Ali ibn Abi Talib? Is that not the Prophet's friend? Whatdoes thatmean? Why tell me this?

"One day Ali bin Abi Talib dropped his armor. The armor was quoted by a Jew. The Jews want to sell it. But Ali ibn Abi Talib knew and insisted on forbidding and said that the shirt was his because he never sold it. But the Jew also insisted on denying that the suit was indeed his armor. They both came to the judge. By the judge each of them is asked to show evidence to the judge or appoint two witnesses."

"The Jew had proof because the armor was in his hands. Ali has no proof. He had two witnesses, his slave and his son, Hasan. But since the son could not bear witness to his father, the witness on Ali's part was not strong."

"You know what happened after that?" Radit asked Kiran, looking at the woman with his sweet smile.

"Yes. The Jews won the case" replied Kiran. "That's my childhood story. What did you tell me for?" kiran asked feeling that Radit was playing him.

Radit doesn't care. He went back on. "You're right. The judge ruled that the Jews were the winners at the time. Although Ali ibn Abi Talib was a cousin of the Prophet and his faithful son-in-law and friend, it is certainly believed to be his honesty, but the judge still gave victory to the Jew. Though the judge's heart at that time was one hundred percent sure if the shirt belonged to Ali."

Kiran gasped. He understood the meaning of this story. He looked at what Radit said. Why did he forget this story before? Kiran felt a little embarrassed because she had felt that Radit was playing tricks on her.

"Papa told me at that time that the work that I do now as the leader of the company, will be corrected by a judge called the board of commissioners or shareholders."

"Then all the actions I take must be careful and careful. I must not allow others to take advantage of my inattention. Papa said back then, if one day I make a mistake and I can't give proof that I'm right then Papa who definitely believes in me will never defend me."

Radit puts pressure on the end of the sentence. He watched over Kiran's expression that was now down.

"So is Karina. In the future, instead we must always prejudge each person and our subordinates. But in order to prevent bad things from happening to us in the future we better be careful of everyone."

Radit looked again at the high seas.

"You're going to be the chief director, Karina. Once you become a director, it's not just people like Lusi, it could be that there are even more cunning people who do various ways so that their wishes are achieved even by dropping you."

"That day, I didn't defend you. Because I want you to realize that you've let someone fool you. As a leader, you will make many decisions. Your signature will be worth Karina."

"When giving a signature, we must really know the contents of the document that we will sign. Never put a signature on a document you don't know is in, let alone a blank document."

"I'm private now, if I'm going to sign two different papers. Then I will pick up the paper and to make sure, every paper I will read first I signed. Before signing, we have to make sure that the signature is on paper you know it's on."

Kiran looked at Radit for a moment and then looked back down. He felt guilty, had prejudiced Radit before. Why is he so emotional when usually he always thinks logically in assessing anything related to his work. Was it because the sense in his heart had changed for this man beside him?

"You're disappointed in me?" kiran asked a glance at Radit while smiling cynically.

"I'm afraid you're disappointed in me." Radit looked back at Kiran warmly.

"It turns out this is how it feels. Papa forbids Mama from returning to work. I just know what it's like now." muttered Radit softly as he sighed softly, looking out at the high seas.

"What do you mean?" kiran did not understand.

"Mama was once a director of TJ. Then Papa forbade it. Maybe the reason is the same as we do now." Radit chuckles.

"Yes, I understand," said Kiran Lirih. He felt ashamed.

"You should know Karina. I am your husband. Whatever happens, you will always have my protection. I'll be your shield. But it would be different, if one day I became commissioner of TJ and you're the director. If you're wronged by your mistake in addressing someone, then I won't be able to defend you just because you're my wife. In the business world there would be no such defense."

"Previously you were just a secretary. Not too many people envy you. The secretary also did not determine the policy. You will become a director. Company policy is in your hands. Walking or not a project must be with your consent. Then it won't be the same for you."

"Yes. I know."

"If you already know. Then you're not mad at me anymore, are you?" Radit teased Kiran with a smile. Kiran turned her face away from Radit's gaze. Then shake.

"Then that time-delayed kiss can already be done now?"

"Now?" Kiran frowned. Then look around those who have been crowded.

"Haha .... I'm kidding, Karina .... But if you can, I don't mind" Radit said, stealing a light kiss on Karina's cheek.

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Radit drove the car at a moderate speed. They no longer drive sports bikes. Radit suddenly asked Kiran to change clothes after they had lunch and prayer at the beachfront restaurant.

When changing clothes, he was met by a woman who would wear the clothes he had been wearing. After changing clothes, Kiran put on a hat, then got out of the restaurant and got into a different car. Their motor sport has been carried by a pair of female men who wear their clothes earlier.

Radit didn't explain anything. The man immediately drove the car as Kiran got into it.

"Is anyone following us, Dit?" kiran asked feeling very curious. He's been holding her down since.

"I'm just on my guard" Radit said, still focused on driving while glancing back. Safe.

"Where are we going?" ask Kiran again. Still curious. What's the matter exactly.

"You know, that night. Ari brought your picture and accidentally showed a picture of your family to one of her friends."

"Trus?"

"Ari immediately went to the place informed by her friend that night."

"So what do you mean?"

"We'll meet the person Ari wants to meet that night. The person you're related to, until Ari drowns because of it."

The one Ari wants to meet? Related to him? Many questions raged in Kiran's mind. Seeing Radit as if reluctant to continue the explanation, Kiran was silent. He allowed himself to remain silent with a big question mark on his mind.

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