FIND YOU In MY MEMORIES
60. Unweighted

“Hey ... Why is our topic so pointing to Queen?!” Sergei John. “Back to your problem.” John leaned his body against the back of the chair. While Sabi was still smiling to herself, she was busy recalling her fights and debates with Queen.

“Hey Sabiru ..” call John resuscitate Sabi from his daydream.

Sabi looked but did not answer.

“Have you ever traveled with him?” John held his hand in front of his chest.

“Who?” Ask Sabi.

John took a deep breath, feeling annoyed that Sabi was like he was unfocused on this serious talk. “Zulaikha!!! That beautiful secretary of yours!” John yelled in annoyance, failing to hold back his emotions.

“Oh ..” Sabi nodded in understanding and then shook her head, telling her that she had never walked alone with her secretary. Outside of work hours.

John gaped in disbelief. It could be that he has never done that, even though they live in a house or rather a home environment.

John rubbed his face, trying to relax. “Take him for a walk and find your lost memories. That way your nightmare will end.” John then patted his thigh and stood up from his seat, staring at Sabi inside. “Remember, as soon as possible you have to overcome your nightmares.”

“What's wrong with you? Why are you the one who is tense?!” Sabi raised her head to look at John who was also staring at her.

John did not answer. He only smiled, patted Sabi on the shoulder, then left Sabi's room.

“Hey ... Your coffee has not yet arrived.” Sabi yelled at John, trying to arrest John. But John waved his hand and left casually.

“Ciih ... basic!” Sabi hissed, turning her eyes.

..........

In a dominant room with dark colors and modern classics. Zulaikha looked at Zayn and Ridwan in turn, who looked preoccupied with their respective affairs. It felt as if he was a little afraid to sound disturbing to the two tiger-like males, who would spryly at any moment swallow him if they were disturbed by his presence.

Aaiissh .... Zulaikha tapped the end of his shoes slowly to the floor.

Sontak Zayn and Ridwan immediately turned their heads and looked at him sharply with a gaze ready to pounce.

Zulaikha slightly chuckled, while scratching his non-itchy neck.

“What brought you here?” Said Ridwan, standing from his seat. Look at Zulaikha from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.

“Ehm .. this.” Zulaikha held out the 2 cups of coffee he had bought earlier. “Young master Andi Sabiru bought him.”

Ridwan glanced at the coffee glass meticulously, with a sense of wonder that swallowed his head.

“Did I not hear wrong?” Sahut Zayn, who was still busy turning over some of the papers he held.

Zulaikha glanced at Zayn who looked indifferent, but apparently listened well. “Iya, sir.” Zulaikha nodded, confirming Zayn's words.

“What sambet is he today?” Zayn, tore off some paper and thrown it into the trash can with great arrogance.

Zulaikha swallowed his saliva, feeling that this room was so tense that his saliva alone felt big and hard. “I don't know, sir. Maybe young master just wants to share.”

“Bring back. I don't need.” Zayn said, glancing at Zulaikha sharply as he tore off a few more papers arrogantly.

Whatisthis? Why is he so? Zulaikha retreated slowly, trying to leave without looking afraid of Zayn.

“I excuse me, mr.” Zulaikha nodded, then left as quickly as possible elegantly out of this gloomy Zayn room.

“Wait!” Zayn exclaimed, and Ridwan quickly intercepted Zulaikha. Pulling the girl's hand, Zulaikha returned to where she was standing.

Aiisshh ... what else?! Zulaikha's brows furrowed, cursing Zayn within.

“It looks like something you forgot.” Zayn put down the paper that he had been busy looking at. “Isn't today supposed to be something you should report to me?!” Coldly he looked at Zulaikha while buttoning his open suit.

“I Yes .. forgive me sir.” Zulaicha looked at Zayn who was also looking at him. Suddenly he lowered his gaze, trying to avoid Zayn's gaze, which would make his mind grumble indistinctly.

Zayn got up from his seat, walked slowly and kept staring at Zulaikha. “Quick, say.”

Young master .. I'm sorry. Zulaikha murmured tightly into the plastic that wrapped up the few coffee cups he held.

Straightly, Zulaikha began to tell Sabi the state she had seen in the morning. Sabi who looks like a convulsing person, even though she is still asleep. Along with the state of the house that considers the incident experienced by Sabi is a common occurrence. Even some people in his family were so demeaning because of the circumstances experienced by Sabi that morning. But it is different from the attitude of Madam Sura who tried to cover up and did not like what Zulaikha did, because it tells everyone the state of Sabi house that looks not okay.

Zayn raised his eyebrows and slightly raised an inexplicable smile. Without making a sound and comment, Zayn continued to listen to what Zulaikha said seriously.

Likewise with Ridwan who also listened while glancing at Zulaikha who was next to him.

“I have already conveyed information. For me this includes weighty information. Because it seems, Madame Sura is so covering this up from outsiders.” Said Zulaikha, setting his gaze.

“Nice!” Zayn exclaimed, and Ridwan responded by clapping. A simple compliment came from the two men.

Zulaikha glanced at the two of them in turn. His hand squeezed the plastic he was holding, trying not to feel too tense between the two men who were praising him.

“Then how is the relationship between Sabi and Queen?” Zayn held both his hands in front of his chest. “Didn't I have said before, that all that can be close to Sabi is you.”

“Hm ... they are not as close as you think mr.” Zulaikha replied, considering how messed up Sabi and Queen would be, if they met. It's like cosplay being a dog and a cat.

“Then why do they often go out together? Talk together? Even without you.” Sergey Zayn.

Zulaikha swallowed his salivary and then bowed in confusion. “Sorry sir, I don't know.”

“You should know!” Zayn snapped, with a voice that began to grow bigger.

Zulaikha was taken aback, and increasingly bowed to hear the clasps of Zayn whose incident rarely spoke.

Zayn put both of his hands in his pants pocket, staring intently at Zulaikha. “For the second time I tell you again, don't let me see the two of them together again. As much as possible, you should. You must be the place to depend.” Zayn emphasized your words with a cold and sharp tone fixed on Zulaikha.

Zulaikha nodded in understanding, confirming Zayn's words. Though in his heart he kept wondering why Sabi should rely on him.

“Go there.” Zayn said, turning back towards his chair.

Zulaikha nodded again, and left still with his head bowed in fear. But suddenly something came to his head, which made him stop his steps and turn to glance at Zayn who was walking towards his work chair.

“Master, Zayn ..”

“Hm ..” Zayn said that he did not look at it one bit.

“Am I not supposed to get an answer to my question?”

Zayn's steps suddenly stopped. His hand slowly came out of his pocket with a glare of eyes slightly alarmed by the words thrown by Zulaikha.

“Where is my sister now?” Zulaikha asked who apparently made Zayn a little bitter to answer.

Zayn glared, holding himself back from looking ordinary. But Zulaikha managed to see the gap to Zayn's anger. His eyes widened, and was suspicious of Zayn who was like he was hiding something from him.

Has she been lying about my sister and just taking advantage of me?! Zulaikha muttered.

“Why are you quiet, sir?” Zulaikha exclaimed, still waiting for Zayn's response.

Zayn still hasn't said a word. His head was still thinking hard, in order to bring out a fitting answer to Zulaikha and an answer impregnated by his stiff tongue, reluctant to respond to questions from Zulaikha.

“Don't tell me you've been lying, sir!” Zulaikha's eyes began to look in the mirror, remembering that his father had been tricked by others for saying false information about his missing sister.

Please ... don't tell me you're lying.

Zayn turned around, looking at Zulaikha who was looking at him expectantly.

“Get rid of your dirty thoughts about me.” Zayn exclaimed, staring at the annoyed Zulaikha. “You think I can get that childhood photo from who. If not from him.” Zayn raised next to his eyebrows, looking at Zulaikha with a reassuring look.

A hope that almost disappeared back into place. Carrying a feeling of relief, along with growing expectations.

“Lantas .. answer my question, mr.” Zulaikha said, looking at Zayn with a hopeful look.

Zayn's eyes trembled looking at Zulaikha's eyes that held great hope in him. Zayn could not bear it, and took his eyes off the girl. “Dia ... now, is in this country.” With heart Zayn tried not to be too blunt on the answer.

“Say more specifically, sir. I reserve the right to know a more specific answer, after the weighty information I exchanged with you, mr.” Sergey Zulaikha.

“Hey ... don't overdo it.” Ketus Ridwan, half yelling.

Zayn took his breath slowly. “She is in this capital.” Zayn put his hands back in his pants pocket. “Satisfied?!”

“Hah?! Satisfied?!” Zulaikha gave a quick glance at Zayn's words and did not yet sound like an answer in his ear. “How can I be satisfied with such weightless answer!” Zulaikha.

“You are not doing your job well. So how can I convey the answer well, if you just do not carry out your duties well.” Sahut Zayn, with the look of the spirit that began to relax.

Shit!!!! Zulaikha grunts in his mind.

“Taun .. you can't_”

“Waan ..” call Zayn, pointing at Zulaikha with the sharp glare of his eyes and Ridwan nodding in understanding.

Quickly, Ridwan pulled Zulaikha out of Zayn's room. Zulaikha did not remain silent. He kept struggling trying to survive, getting the information he should have gotten.

“You can't be like this, sir.” Zulaikha shouted, continuing to fight Ridwan who kept pulling him out.

“I will tell you, if you manage to do your job well and say information about Sabi regularly to me.” Zayn said, smiling wins.

“Ciiih .. You are really sneaky!” Zulaikha hissed in annoyance, looking at Zayn with a look of hatred. Before the end, he actually came out of Zayn's room and Ridwan closed the door by locking the door.

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