Divorced for Binal
When can you

The morning dawned, the atmosphere of the metropolitan city seemed busy. Similarly, Miranda who was obsessed with wearing her work uniform was witnessed by Heru who was still reluctant to get out of their dispute bed.

"Mir, come on .. I still miss you. I'm leaving this afternoon, please ..." Back Heru pleaded because he did not want to be far from the young widow who was very caring for her beautiful body in order to always look ideal.

Miranda's long moaning voice sounded, because she did not like Heru's attitude that always blocked her steps if she had spent the night together. "Hey, listen to Heru Permadi, the owner of Klinikum fashion house. I'm eating paycheck, if I make trouble or even don't come in today, surely papa will terrorize me. You want me to go back to Singapore, stay there, don't you? Please ... you should also know my schedule, Heru."

"Yes, yes, yes .. Anderson's favorite son is owner Multy Strada, whatever. I'll go back if that's it. Why am I alone here, if you work." Heru still continued to grumble because he did not get what he wanted.

Yes ... Heru falls in love with Miranda, but is afraid she says other than making out in bed. With reason, the beautiful widow was reluctant to make a serious commitment to establish a relationship as a lover. Naughty, really naughty, Miranda prefers to make Heru just her stopover her momentary release of desire.

Miranda's gasps reached into the car keys, and passed away leaving Heru first after giving sweet kisses on the young man's lips. No kidding, he will continue with his bed partner until Dean is back in his arms.

Miranda muttered inwardly, "Anyway, I have to find a way to be able to serve in Medan or anywhere important Sumatra in order to tempt Dean back ..."

It did not take long, the distance from his apartment to the family company only took ten minutes. Because it only has a distance of about five kilometers from where he currently lives.

Miranda's eyes were once again perfectly rounded, when she came across a man she knew, but all of that just passed, when the management team as a musician who will fill the event at the first lounce of their heavy equipment products, first greet the beautiful widow of the owner of the family company.

"Hi." Greet one of their band management.

Miranda turned to Beny who had been standing before them because he was going to follow the meeting on schedule that morning, making him turn around. "Yes, hmm .. sorry, can we just talk in the meeting room. Because I have to ask for a randown of the event that we will hold one more week," he said stepping into his room.

Not yet the management named Sofyan replied, Miranda has disappeared from the presence of the four people. That being the case, one of the men only smiled faintly as this was a surprise to him personally.

"That's so arrogant of him, bro. Who the hell is he? Is he the son of Multy Strada's owner? I think he was getting pressure from Mr. Anderson for being late to the office," he regretted sitting back to the sofa that was already available in the room.

Beny who heard the remark from the management of such a famous band, made himself only able to smile thinly, because he already knew how Miranda's nature that always seemed arrogant was also arrogant. Basically, the beautiful widow was very familiar at all very quickly if she had known and often cooperated with their company.

However, a guitarist approached Beny and whispered to the man who was a confidant of the Anderson Family. "Can I meet Miranda's mother? Tell him, that Adrian is looking for him."

Both of Beny's eyebrows looked like they were investigating the man who approached him. "Don't tell me, if you're an hmm, old friend of Miranda's because right now too many of her friends know where she works."

Adrian nodded his head, "Yes, I'm a schoolmate, as well as his college friend," he chuckled, so as not to be heard by his other friend.

Without hesitation, Beny brought Adrian to Miranda's room not far from where they waited a little open, while whispering to a man who looked more like artist Didi Riyadi. "Awhile, my mom. Miranda's on line again, if you want, just go in first. He must be happy if his schoolmates come here." He opened the door of the room wider, and showed that the boss' son was sitting in his proud seat while chatting by phone in a position to turn his back on the door of his room.

For quite a long time Adrian just sat on the soft sofa room Miranda, also listened to the talk of beautiful women who once filled his days while in college and pioneered as a musician. In a cool room, there was still the sound of jazz music that became the song of choice for the 30-story building.

After contacting relatives who will help him in the list of state narcotics agencies, Miranda turned back the seat of pride, there was a figure of the man he had seen at the entrance of the office was already sitting in front of him.

Miranda jumped in shock at once, not expecting to be reunited with the figure of the man who seized his crown at the age of 18, while asking very nervously, "Adrian, ka-ka-when did you come to my room? How, you-you know I'm here?" He who never held a sense of vengeance, because he realized that his treatment at that time was still a teenager just fixated then asked again the man who was still fascinated to look at him. "That's your band? If so, I say the same Beny, acc. You will submit the payment. Don't be expensive dong, just an ordinary event."

Adrian's laughter broke instantly, making Miranda immediately sit next to the man who increasingly looked dashing with a very familiar.

Without hesitation the man who really looked like Didi Riyadi, immediately embraced the shoulders of Miranda who was sitting side by side with him. "How are you, beautiful? Kok suddenly disappeared continues to appear again like a genie child. Oya, maried yet, ni? I'm afraid I'll hold it even in the big boss' omelin!"

Miranda pinched Adrian's thigh because she had never turned teasing him in the past. He was deliberately like a child who was sulking, reluctant to be held by the man who still continues to tease him, "Hmm, sprains!"

Adrian took out his colleagues for five years losing contact with the woman sitting next to him, "Duh, so much so. Don't be mad, Mir. Sorry, I'm sorry about you. Some of you wear just disappear, without giving the slightest news to me. To the point that I married a doctor out of disappointment, but ended up running aground. Are you not concerned or guilty that you have left me in the void?"

Miranda only smiled faintly, turning back to Adrian while offering a canned drink that was available on her room table. "Graduated college I tried to become a workforce in Nurnberg-Germany, but did not feel at home because of the different weather. Some of you know myself I can't stay too long in a very cold area, keep coming home to Singapore, get married, split up, so I'm a single fighter."

Adrian's forehead flinched, his eyebrows fused together, he crossed his legs and then shook it while listening to all the stories of the beautiful woman with a happy feeling, because he could establish a serious relationship again, to make up for his guilt all this time.

Adrian asked as he sipped the canned drink offered by Miranda, "So, now you're eating salary in the parents' office, is that it?"

Hearing the explanation from Miranda Adrian just smiled, then said in a soft tone, "Mir, forgive me, huh? Because of me, you're so broken like this. Our love story is not smooth, even our marriage both failed completely. Oya, nanya doang ni .. where is your former boyfriend, still alive or dead?"

Miranda patted Adrian hard on the shoulder, "Damn lo, yes still alive. He happens to be the youngest branch head in Anugerah Finance, but is married. Uh, wait ... You know Tyas, right? Well ... Dean is married to Tyas. I'm surprised not to play, how could he have a crush on an older girl. What less yes, young girls like Miranda Anderson in this world." He rubbed his fingers on that pretty face.

Makes Adrian who witnessed Miranda's behavior just laugh out loud, "He likes the same aunt of times. Age doesn't matter, like you're the same as me, we're only two years away, right?"

Miranda nodded confirming Adrian's remark, then received a phone call once again. "Wait yes, again want to enter the month of promotion because, so it's a bit busy." He went to his desk, then glanced at the device in front of him. "Relance ..."

[Hm ..]

[The payment is direct or twenty percent at the beginning, ni.]

[As usual, do not violate the terms of the company. Oya, finish taking care of them, you come with me, huh? We had lunch at the usual place. Same old me ..]

[Temen what temen]

Miranda chuckled softly at the cry of Beny in the room next to her.

[Temen dong, you know for yourself I haven't been able to move on ..]

[Agh .. bete sama lo, nyet ... Dean, Dean mulu. Bored me, dahlah .. I handle the same payment management them. How many guitarists deal, nyet ..]

Miranda looked back at Adrian who was still playing his game.

[Lo more than five million, not many more, I pity the same guitarist .. duda boo.]

The two laughed, though they were next to each other.

[Hmm, hold that same pity lo readyose, Mr. Anderson]

[Satan lo, my best papa, tuh .. dah agh, you take care there. The guitar is here first, if it's done with me. Bye ..]

Both ended the phone call. Miranda turned to Adrian and asked, "Done from here you have another show, no? We had lunch together, yeah. Sometimes you buy me, dong. Don't pity me, the widow has no children, pity dong, Dri." He chuckled as he walked closer to the man who had a lot of feathers adorning his jaw.

Without rejection Adrian nodded in agreement, "Yes, what do you want to eat? Around twelve to four in the afternoon I was still free, because I wanted to fill the event at one of the Kuningan area cafes. Maybe after finishing the event with your office, I left for Manado and Lombok. Understand as a professional busker as well as lecturer at an open university."

Miranda's tiny mouth was just a round shaped letter 'O' staring at Adrian with sparkling eyes. Who would have thought, in addition to being a musician, a man who has always loved the art world as well as the science of law, can divide his time devoted to teaching.

"Hmm, I salute you. You've always been a smart man, don't rely on your parents. Very different from me," her sharpness was still bending her pretty face.

Adrian laughed out loud after hearing Miranda's chant, "You why the hell? How sensitive really, again come the moon huh?"

"No! I'll talk to you, papa, if I want to stop from here. I'm going to make it like you."

For some reason, Adrian immediately grabbed the slender body of Miranda then hugged her affectionately, "Here, cup, cup, cup, you can still do anything out there. After all, you are Mr. Anderson's most perfect proud son. It was nice to meet you, but today my schedule is really busy. We set the time again, huh? For lunch, I'll buy you." The clean, burly hand rubbed gently on the beautiful woman's head, making Miranda increasingly clenched tightly to a gallant body that had a distinctive fragrant aroma long ago.

"Lunch only, continue ... when can you, hmm ...?"

"Can what?"

"You can hug this again, Adrian."