
"Dad? "
Zahra said as she stood up from her seat when she saw Adam behind her.
"You cry? "
Adam approached Zahra who was still trying to wipe away her tears.
"en. nay, Zahra's eyes were dusted"
Elak Zahra
"Until when do you hide the things that make you sick?"
Adam stared fixedly at Zahra's face, he knew that Zahra was hiding something.
"don't pretend to be tough in front of you, you know"
Zahra's eyes glazed back, she couldn't hold back her tears.
"Greepp"
Zahra hugged Adam tightly, she shed her tears in the arms of the man who raised her.
"Cry as much, until the tightness is gone. "
Adam stroked Zahra's hair gently, letting Zahra cry even to the extent of wetting Adam's clothes.
"Former father never calms you down, if you cry. I've never listened to your complaints either"
"so now do what you never did to me"
Adam's words made Zahra cry.
A few moments later, Zahra let go of her arms and looked at Adam.
"very easily? "
adam asked who was answered nodding by Zahra.
"if you have, start the story with Dad. What makes my son cry? "
Adam straightened Zahra's hair
"Sister Bagas"
Zahra said, but can still be heard by Adam
"why Bagas? "
Adam asked, leading Zahra to sit down.
Zahra told me everything without exception. Adam is a great place to pour out his heart.
Adam smiled and listened to his daughter.
"Only because of that is this father's daughter wept until her face was flushed like a tomato"
Adam pulled Zahra's nose, he melted the atmosphere.
"Dad, so what should Zahra do? "
Whine Zahra
"Dad doesn't blame anyone here and doesn't support anyone"
Zahra scrunched her forehead at Adam's words.
"you are not wrong, indeed the marriage must be mentally prepared if you are not ready then it is not good if it must be forced"
"and Bagas, he is also not wrong he wants to accelerate his good intentions because maybe he has matured both mentally and materially "
Adam paused his sentence and sighed.
"you just lack communication for this, try to be more mature and open to each other. "
"dad you both feel mature and understand how to, solve this problem without being accompanied by emotion because the decision taken when the emotion will be fatal"
adam
"first improve communication, reduce selfishness and think clearly when making decisions . If indeed all this cannot be repaired I hope you can end it well "
Zahra just bowed to hear the father's words.
"fix if it can still but if it hurts then end it. Because you're looking for happiness not a wound let alone a tear"
Adam gently stroked the princess' head he was sure Zahra was the type of tough woman who would not give up on the situation.
If seen from the look in his eyes Zahra stored a deep sense of fatigue.
Zahra sighed, at this moment she knew what to do.
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It has been almost two weeks but until now Bagas did not give news.
The clock shows at 10pm and Zahra is still awake .
Slowly he stood in front of the large glass in his room. He noticed the look on his face.
Her eyes were fixed on the necklace she was wearing.
Zahra let out a heavy sigh, slowly opening the necklace.
"I don't know what my brother really did. But I think I've been struggling to fix it"
He has also prepared a large box, in the box there are various items including high heels shoes giving Bagas for him.
Zahra placed a small box containing a necklace on top of the pile of these items.
"Maybe we need some time alone"
Mumbles Zahra
Not forgetting that he left a piece of paper in the box. Then he killed it.
Zahra plans to return all of this to Bagas. He thinks if the soul mate will all go well.
Zahra sat on the edge of the bed, suggesting to herself to remain confident.
Bagas is his first love, he has never liked men let alone to establish a relationship with Bagas.
He was sure that if Bagas was still guarding their hearts and relationships, he would definitely look for Zahra.
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This morning Zahra was in front of the Wijaya family office.
No other office owned by Bagas, the atmosphere of the office still looks empty because the clock still shows at half 7 am.
Zahra deliberately came to the office so early, he did not want many pairs of eyes to see it.
Zahra stepped in with the box in her hand.
"morning mbak"
Zahra greeting the Bagas employee who is at the loby table.
"morning as well as Zahra"
"is there anything I can help you with? "
ask the employee named Imay.
"Ehmm like this, I want to go to the room, Mr. Bagas, want to deliver goods belonging to Mr. Bagas"
Answer Zahra
"have you spoken to Bagas before? "
"already mbak, it was Mr. Bagas who told me to deliver his goods"
Zahra is lying
"alright mbak, then let me deliver "
Zahra also followed Imay, sukur only the office still looks lonely.
And none of the Cleaning Services that Zahra knew, maybe some of the new members.
"Please mbak"
imay said as he opened the door to his room.
"thank you mbak"
"Dad, I live first mbak and please later lock the room back and the key can be returned to me"
imay
"well mbak"
Zahra stepped in and closed the door. He looked at every corner of the room.
"where did you open the door"
Zahra watched the row of cabinets that led to Bagas' private room.
Zahra pressed a small button next to the figura.
and sure enough automatically the wall shifted and showed the private room belonging to Bagas.
Quickly Zahra stepped in, she placed the box she had been carrying on the nightstand next to Bagas' bed.
"Not grieving Ra, a soul mate is not going anywhere"
Zahra encouraged herself to stay strong.
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Today is Bagas' last day overseeing the project, tomorrow he will be back.
Bagas reached into his pocket to pick up a cell phone.
He was confused as to why Zahra had not sent him a message from yesterday.
Usually Zahra always send messages even though they are not repaid Bagas.
Bagas deliberately did so to give Zahra a deterrent effect.
Even though the days were quiet without Zahra's voice.
Bagas who just finished lunch continues his work. At least he watched while completing office tasks.
So tomorrow if you go back to the office the work won't pile up.
After returning from here Bagas wished to meet Zahra and give him a surprise. Bagas wanted to see the woman's expression.