IMPLANTED APPLICATION [EXTREME PROPOSE]
[32] Seeking the Existence of Papa (1)

One day before the wedding.

Armed with the reasons he made, Mama would not let him out too since the morning before his wedding tomorrow. Dirga stuck his gas after installing a memory from Mama who willed him not to go home late in the afternoon - according to him the matter of time can be thought about later, the most important thing is that he had pocketed the exit permit. Dirga did not really care about where the man labeled ‘ayah’ went before this, but his heart suddenly churned and wanted him to be present no matter what the circumstances. Armed with brief information from one of his papa uncle who he knew, he tried to find the man.

Dirga's car entered the toll area. The streets are really crowded this Thursday. It was still rush hour at eight in the morning, so Dirga had to be patient.

Last night Rehan and Saiful came to his house after a lecture. Two annoying men with the status of his best friend reasoned if they were busy, and apologized for being late. The classic reason for the hardworking singles, although Dirga understand it.

Talking until morning, the three of them fell asleep at two in the morning. There is a lot to talk about marriage. Until one thing Dirga had completely forgotten, but it had suddenly become his mind until this very moment.

Seeking Papa.

It has been more than five years since Dirga last argued with her father over his intention to move the tomb to his extended family's burial complex. Dirga rejected his father's desire to move his brother's grave because it had been a decision from the beginning that Farisa's deceased should be buried in a public cemetery as a tolerance for pilgrimage for them - so as not to have to see each other for reasons trauma and pain from your mother.

Since the request was finally rejected through family mediation, Dirga and Mama never met papa again. The last news that he knew, he returned to his hometown, but after contacting one of papa's relatives, who also still counted uncle, he, he said two years ago he was known to live in a housing estate that still exists in the jabodetabek region. Papa was a successful businessman in the field of plantations and oil palm, but Dirga did not know what his job was now after the plantation was used as a treasure for Mama.

Dirga entered a housing estate in the jabodetabek area. Looking for an address based on his uncle's description, he then stopped in front of a large house that was actually identical to papa and his job as a businessperson. It's not strange that he lives here.

The bell from outside the fence. Wish his father opened the fence so that he did not need to look for him any longer - if the possibility is small.

Before long, someone opened the fence.

“Who to find, Mas?” Ask the black woman in front of him.

She doesn't look like a housekeeper, she looks more like a private secretary.

“What is this true home of Syahid Radjasa?” Dirga asked the woman who opened the fence. The well-dressed woman in a suit was researching Dirga from top to bottom.

“Who's magazine?” Ask the woman to look. If this is the house of papa and this woman is his employee, he must know Dirga.

“I Dirgantara Radjasa. Second son of Shahid Radjasa. Papa exists? ” Ask Dirga again.

Woman shakes.

“Sorry. But there is no such thing as Shahid Radjasa here. Mas may be misplaced.”

“I got this address from his relative, Irvin Esa.” Light of Dirga again.

The woman raised her chin as if acting haughty.

“Mas what need to come here? If nothing matters, please come back.”

Dirga.

“Ngak. I need to meet Syahid Radjasa. This is his house, right? Please help me meet Mr. Syahid, my son.”

The woman breathed her rough.

“I reiterate once again, there is no such thing as Syahid Radjasa here. This is Sofia Sultan's house. Maybe it's really the wrong place. Then I'm sorry.” The girl wants to go back inside.

But Dirga's hand held him.

“Sebentar.” The woman glanced at Dirga.

“Then I want to meet your mistress.”

“Mas made an appointment?”

Dirga.

“Not yet. But let me meet your mistress.”

Dirga did not get an answer right away. The woman in front of him is seen switching for a while while talking to someone through a special earphone in his left ear.

“... his name is Dirgantara Radjasa. He's looking for Shahid Radjasa. Yes, yes, fine.”

She looked at Dirga again.

“Please enter, Mas.”

“Thank you.”

He was about to return to his car parked outside the fence.

“Sorry, park here only. Please come in, madam waiting inside.”

Dirga nodded in confusion.

“Oh .. okay.”

He then followed the woman from behind. I hope there is information about Papa today.

*

“ ... You son of Shahid Radjasa?” Asked a woman in her thirties when Dirga was welcome to sit down.

“I know Syahid. He used to be my parents' second business partner. This is his home, but it was. The martyr destroyed my family's company with his sneaky hands. Until finally I managed to reclaim what should belong to my late parents, and all belong to the Shahid now.”

Dirga stood up in shock at the explanation of the woman in front of him.

Five years passed since he met his father for the first and last time after he divorced his mother when he was a child. At that time that Dirga saw, his father was still a respected person, and everything changed instantly in that time?

“If you did tell the truth, despite all his mistakes, you made my papa completely broke and lost all his assets?!” Said Dirga trying to neutralize his emotions.

He can't be rude in front of these people he doesn't know.

“You and Syahid are the same. Equally smart, yet naive. The old man made my parents' business almost fall, so it is only natural that he can no longer bear his own problems and eventually accept losses and go bankrupt.” Lightly women dressed with low cutam.

Dirga took a long breath.

“You heard my explanation, right? Now please sit back and be polite.” Said the woman folding her legs on the oversized chair she was sitting on.

“Good, I don't need your story anymore. I just want to know where Shahid Radjasa is now?” dirga asked trying to calm down.

She laughed undercutly.

“I don't know where he is. I don't want to know anyway. One thing I believe in, he must be a bum by now. Life is tumultuous as it falls from his power.” Pongah.

Dirga was not thinking. How can someone experienced in the field of business, immediately fall from his power in the hands of women whose age may not be further from him?

“Thank you for your explanation. I excuse.”

Dirga walked slowly about to leave the room, but the woman's call made her stop moving in a position behind her.

“You are a brave boy. Rarely do men who can stand to enter this room for more than five minutes. You I give applause.” The woman clapped her hands.

Dirga clenched her hands behind her pants pocket. Resisting anger.

The woman's steps sounded closer. Suddenly the fingers full of cuttings touched his clean neck. Delivering strange vibrations made as if stimulating.

Dirga shakes in place.

“You don't want to try longer here, Dirgantara Radjasa?” Bargain the woman with a voice made sensual. Dirga held a strange feeling inside him, until the sweat went down to wet his face.

Dirga quickly held back her hand which started moving down about to explore her collar.

“I'm not that kind of man. My papa may be defeated, but not for me.”

Dirga threw her hand while walking out of the room without a second thought.

“Twitter ******.” Dirga swore all the way.

His plan to find papa today failed.

However, if what the woman said was true, it is likely that he will be even more difficult to find papa.

Where did that old man go?