Don't Call My Name
Accident

Chapter 24.

“What has Om known all along?” Zara asked after a while.

Instead of explaining, Rudi now instead gives him a suggestion, “Fix your relationship with them, then you will know.”

“I'm so sorry about Papi, Om,” isak Zara with a stifled voice, “Papi is the first love of my life. No one can replace his position. Even if Ruben has changed to good.”

“Death is destiny, Almighty will. For example, like you who have attempted suicide. You are still safe and healthy until now and can sit here—it is because God wants you to stay alive,” pause for a moment, Ruji continued, “ya already, forget all that. We go back to the beginning and now—Om wants to explain something to you a little.”

Zara fell silent, because she listened to his explanation.

“As Mami Zara said, holding the company is not easy. Om only who has swallowed a lot of salt, not sure can do it.

“Imagine this is a very large plane in the air. Unexpectedly, in the middle of the journey suddenly the pilot fainted due to unknown causes. Position one of the passengers they appointed to replace him as you, as a child of the Pilot.

“Now Om asks, are you sure, you can control the machine before you learn first? Because it could be, you will just sit in panic and confusion. Not to mention, the number of lives some people were on your bet at that time.

“You went to New York Film Academy. All the education you get from there is the world of art in entertainment, not business. Om is not trying to underestimate your abilities— absolutely not, because maybe someday, you can become a great businessman like your father, Mr. Purnawirawan. The fruit falls not far from the tree, right?

“But, think about it, maybe this word Om has a point,” said Ruji patiently, smiled and went back to tidying up all the documents to return him to leave it to Zara, “there is still a lot of time to think about it, Zara's. You can come back here again at a later time after drawing a conclusion. And this ... in addition to the power of attorney, Zara can still sign everything—so from now on, all assets can move into your hands.”

Immediately, Ruji explained why he forbade Zara not to sign a power of attorney first, “Give Om Ruben the confidence to take care of it before you finish studying and feel capable, it's better. Everything will be awake and Om is always here if you still lack confidence. This is just the opinion of Om only, may not Zara follow if our opinion is contrary.”

Without saying anything, Zara immediately signed all the papers except the power of attorney. He took a deep breath and came out after that. He says goodbye to Ruji and apologizes for his hustle-struck actions driven by emotion. With a big heart Ruji understood, Zara did it to protect the legacy of the assets of the Father so as not to fall into the hands of the wrong person.

"I also understand his young soul who still always put forward emotions."

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“By getting married too, I still can't get it,” murmured when the car started splitting the streets of the capital, “lantas for what I got married fast? Same with Facade again. I'm too ticklish for ML as he is because I feel we have the same taste. Ah, shit!” Zara hit the steering wheel of her car.

As an adult woman, sometimes, Zara wants to do it. Very curious about the taste commonly sought by people. Even deliberately purchased if you do not feel satisfaction in your own home. But ... Zara wants to do it with the people she loves. Not with a half-baked man like a Facade.

To entertain himself and not want to bother people, this time Zara decided not to go home directly. He headed to the Cafe, went shopping to the Mall, then to the Cafe again and the night, came to the nightclub.

Preventing the Facade from looking for him, Zara sent a message. Don't look for me. I'm having fun again. I go home alone when I'm tired.

Message sent. A few minutes later check blue without reply. Zara didn't care much, because most importantly, she had given it to him.

Arriving at the club, he felt like a stray man. Sitting alone still wearing office clothes, very different from all the women in there— who on average wear minimal clothes.

“It looks like I got the wrong costume,” her inner self after taking a few sips of alcohol-containing drinks. For now he was still in full consciousness knowing where the limit was. But when invited to talk by some people he knew—and maybe because he felt bad, Zara was forced to chug again a drink poured into his glass, so his head began to feel spinning.

“It looks like you haven't been performing anywhere again lately, Zar. Or maybe you are busy behind the scenes?” ask Kalila, one of her female friends.

“Neither, I'm just vacuuming for a while. I did not renew my contract with the old management,” replied Zara withstanding dizziness.

“Oh, want to change new agency, yes?”

“Maybe so. But later, not now.”

“It's not complicated, Ra? I knew the process would take a long time. Send files, interviews, not to mention having to cast-casting first, it is not necessarily acceptable.”

“If you have already, an experienced artist will not be that difficult, Kalila.”

“Oh, is that it? Just know,” said Kalila nodded her head, “you go home alone later still okay?”

“Still dong...”

But the truth is not so. On the way home, Zara has an accident. His car was pushed to the side of the road due to a loss of concentration while driving. His head felt heavier and could no longer be compromised.

Zara was conscious for a while and tried to pull back her car as hard as she could. But unfortunately it failed and his eyes closed again. Not because of severe injury, but an unbearable dizziness. He only hoped that there would be good people who would help him and bring him home.

Who's gonna help him?