Between Me, You, And The Past
Misguided

After a long time, according to Nasha, because he used an elevator that slowed him down to the upper room. Even the greeting of the person who was or who went down the elevator he did not hear, because he himself was too afraid.

“Finally until here too, good luck, aamiin,” muttered Nasha who was only heard by himself.

She doesn't find Tery because yesterday she was told by Tery that she went straight from her apartment, and will probably go to the company again after lunch, just like her.

Arriving in front of Farzan's room, Nasha was still hesitant to knock on the door, fearing that it would be snapped. It's not that he's not used to snapping, but somehow when he was with Farzan he always felt afraid if Farzan was angry or yelled at him. With others, she can control her fear.

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Finally after such a long inner debate he ventured to knock on the door in front of him. And soon the person in the room told him to come in. He opened the door slowly and began to enter the room.

“Excuse me Sir. I ...,” said Nasha when she opened the door, but not yet finished she spoke Farzan interrupted her first. More precisely divert Nasha's talk so as not to discuss the matter earlier. He has his own plan for it.

“We leave at 8 and now is the file ready?” Ask.

“It is ready sir, the file I saved on the table Mr yesterday before I went home, just checked again,” said Nasha

“Well then, I will not check back, whatever happens it is your responsibility,” Farzan said without seeing Nasha because she was playing her phone.

“Good sir, let me double check before we leave, “ said Nasha deheman replied by Farzan.

After retrieving the file she was about to double-check, Nasha exited the room to the toilet near the pantry to change clothes and put on her blazer. Finished with his shirt, he immediately reread the file to be more confident in its contents and if there is an error to make it easier to change it.

For now time goes too fast according to Nasha, if it had slowed down it now turns to fast. Because the clock has pointed at the number 7 and the number 10 which means there is only 10 minutes left of time he has to study the file.

“Arfa now we leave, I am afraid on the road there are many obstacles that make us late later. So we better leave early. Now you come with me down,” said Farzan who arrived at the pantry door either since when, and immediately told him to prepare to leave.

“Good Sir,” said Nasha who immediately stood up and brought whatever would be needed later.

They also passed to the car used by Farzan. This time Farzan drove his own car without using a driver. Though usually if he will meet a client like this he will bring a driver or Brady who drives. It is rare for him to drive alone let alone drive with someone he just knows, except his family or friends if he is not able to drive.

Arriving under the puzzled Nasha, now he must sit in front along with his Boss or is he sitting in the back or does he have to go by public transport alone? How confusing. Seeing Nasha who did not go up Farzan opened the window and ...

“Until when will you stand there?” ask Farzan in a flat tone.

“Eh yes sir,” nervous Nasha then she opened the back door, but before entering the sound of Farzan again sounded.

“Sit next to me! Quick!!” farzan said firmly because Nasha was too slow according to him.

Without saying anything else Nasha opened the front door and put on her seatbelt quickly. He's really scared right now.

“Why am I so afraid if he gets angry or yells at me? What's wrong with me? Usually I can control my nervousness, but with him it is very difficult, I show the weakness that I have been hiding and only Kak Arza knows, in the past he no longer even yelled at me after I told him my grievances. Now to whom should I complain besides Him?” nasha's inner self is still feeling scared.

As much as she could she hid the fear by squeezing her hands firmly and her head steadily lowered to see how her hands were grappling over the report she was holding, from earlier also the cold sweat continued to bother him and make him uncomfortable especially with the ac nearby made his sweat disguised but the cold increasingly pierced him.

Farzan's? He always glanced at the chair next to him, and sometimes his forehead frowned in confusion. “Why with him? Like being agitated or scared? Is it because of this meeting or is there something else? But what?” now the confused mind of Farzan.

The state of silence in the car and also the fear that became more felt made him unconsciously close his eyes hoping that this day would pass quickly or he could get out of this car immediately. This really tormented her and made her want to cry, all her might holding back her every fear now. With his eyes closed he could only imagine if there was his helper Brother who made him feel a little calm.

Shortly after, they arrived at one of the restaurants designated as the venue for the meeting this time. Farzan only watched Nasha who was still looking down and squeezing his hand but not as strong as before. And it looks a little calmer, although it still looks restless.

“Do you not want to go down?” farzan asked while looking ahead and opened his seatbelt.

Nasha was a little jolted to hear it, even though the tone in Farzan was no clash at all, just maybe the tone was a little flat.

“Eh yes Sir,” Nasha answered while opening her seat belt and also tidying up the report on her lap.

The two got down and walked to the restaurant. Although Nasha's anxiety turned into a nervous feeling now, but Nasha continued to pray in her heart so that everything went smoothly and did not disappoint.

Finally they arrived at the room that had been ordered yesterday. With the same silence of course. Now they just wait for their clients to come. And before long the awaited client came.

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