
"Do you know? Rama Amarta was my college friend." said Samir and again it made Kian surprised.
"What?"
"Why does this world feel so cramped" Kian thought.
"Yes. So Rama was my college friend in our first year of college. But entering his second year he had to move to college abroad. Since then, we have been unable to communicate at all. And when I applied to work for Amarta's Group, I just found out that he is now the CEO of the company" Samir explained. Kian nodded while re-drinking his drink to neutralize his surprise.
"If you are a friend of Rama why not attend the wedding?" ask Kian again.
"I work in branches and sections of the field. By the time Rama and Lian got married, I was reviewing a project off the island. So I can only hear from you."
"But at least you can call me?"
"Why? You miss me?" samir asked teasingly again.
"Hmm.." muttered Kian. Samir smile.
"When I moved out of town to continue college, I had an accident" Samir said.
"What's? What accident? But you're okay, right?" ask Kian to panic. Samir smiled again.
"You're really worried about me, aren't you?" samir said in his laughter.
"of course. Why is this the only thing you have to ask?" said Kian slightly flicked his lips.
The relationship between Samir and Kian is indeed very close, in contrast to Samir's relationship with Lian. Kian's kind nature, friendly, soft and also tasteful, making the love in Samir's heart continue to grow for the girl.
"I'm doing fine. Just a motorcycle accident" Samir replied calmly.
"Motor accident?"
"Yes. My bike kisses the car in front of hahahahha" Samir said, laughing at the funny "kiss". Unlike Kian who pursed his lips.
"Yes, my motorcycle hit a car. And I was treated for a few weeks. Do you know what I regret most about the accident? My phone was destroyed with a simcard in it. That's why I can't call you, call Lian, or Rama. I lost all of you're cell phone numbers."
Kian finally understood why in the last five years he had lost communication with his close friend. The girl kept staring at the face of Samir who was drinking his drink. His heart ached imagining if something bad happened to the man.
He knows that Samir has a taste for him, but for Kian himself, Samir has been considered like a brother. All the attention that Kian gave to the man was merely a form of a sister's affection for her own brother. But Kian also did not want to stay away from the man even though he himself had told him that he could not accept Samir's love for him. But he and Samir promised each other that the feeling would never make the relationship between them stretch.
"Oh yeah, didn't you say that you worked at Amarta's Group? Then what are you doing here at work like this?" ask Kian. He realized that it was still working hours for all Amarta's Group employees. Samir saw the clock in his hand.
"Yes you're right. It's still working hours. And I'm working" Samir explained, leaving Kian frowning in confusion.
"Working?"
"Yes. I just finished seeing Amarta's Group's latest project here. I was going to go straight back but I thought maybe I'd see Rama first. Yeah, well, you met Lian too, right?"
He was surprised to hear Samir. If Samir comes to Grandpa Bimo's house and meets with Rama, it means that he will also meet him there and not Lian. And Kian was sure how good he was at acting, still he would not be able to lie to Samir.
"Are you going to Grandpa Bimo's house?" ask Kian slowly.
"No. I dare not go straight to Rama's house. Maybe next time. For now, I will meet Rama in the main office only" replied Samir.
He breathed a sigh hearing the answer from his friend. At least he had time to string the word how to explain everything that had happened to Samir.
"Oh yeah, maybe I'll pay a visit to Uncle Lukman's house sometime. Yes, all of you ask permission to take you for a walk as well. Than you walk alone like this, right?" samir Goda. Kian smiled.
"Alright it looks like I need to get to Amarta's Group's office. Otherwise, Rama would have gone home. Do you want to go home or do you still want to go for a walk?" ask Samir.
"I want to just go home," answered Kian as he glanced at the clock on his wrist that had shown at half-three in the afternoon. Yes Samir is right. Her sister-in-law's husband is going home soon and she also has to get home soon, right?
"Want me to drive you home?"
"No!!!" reply Kian with a rather high tone made Samir surprised as well as confused.
"Hmm, I mean, I went home with the driver. Yes with the driver" replied Kian clumsy.
"Oh ok. So be careful!"
"Yes. You too."
Eventually the two men separated. Kian immediately walked towards his car while Samir walked towards his motorbike.
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At exactly three in the afternoon, Samir arrived at the main building of the company Amarta's Group. He walked rather quickly while occasionally looking towards the clock in his hand.
"Hopefully Rama has not come home yet" the man murmured.
Armed with his employee identity card, Samir did not experience obstacles to be able to enter the building. When he arrived at the top floor where the CEO's room was located, his steps were stopped by the main secretary.
"Sorry where are you going, sir?" ask the beautiful secretary.
"Sorry Mrs Hana, I want to meet Mr. Rama" Samir replied. His eyes looked towards the name tag the woman was wearing.
"But Mr. Rama." the secretary's words were cut off when the door opened.
Rama looked out of the room, ready to go home.
"Rama.." said Samir and managed to make the man turn towards him.
Rama looked at Samir sharply. His mind floated for a moment until he finally remembered the man in front of him.
"Samir.." said the CEO of Amarta's Group.
"Waw, I'm impressed with your memory. It turns out that it never decreases one bit" said Samir with a smile.
"Damn. I was smart enough to know?"
"Yes. Yes, I know."
"What are you doing here?" rama asked after hugging his college friend.
"I'd like to meet the CEO I'm working for now, sir!" samir replied with a smile. Rama's view was immediately drawn towards the man's neck where it hung the name tag with Samir's description as an employee of Amarta's Group.
"You work at Amarta's Group?" ask Rama.
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