Love In Tragedy
Chapter 44. Meet Alina.

The next day, someone came to contract Biqha on Erick's orders. To take her order cake from Biqha.

" Why didn't Erick take the cake? Last night Erick said he'd take his own cake. Did you make sure to go straight to Erick's sister?" Ask Rendra who suddenly appeared.

" Bharhushan dhia khirhim pheshan, khathanhya dhia shedhang hadha hurushan. Jhadhi dhia lhangshung shuruh hojhek honlhen kheshinhi. " (She just sent a message, she said she was having some business. So he immediately sent an online ojek here.)

Biqha explained to her sister while taking pictures of the cake. After that he put the cake into the box, and immediately he handed it to the online motorcycle that Erick ordered. After the departure of the online motorcycle taxi, Biqha sent Erick a picture of the cake via chat.

// This is the end result. Hopefully not disappointing.//

Not long after, a reply from Erick appeared.

// Pretty. Thank's Bi.//

The corner of Biqha's lips was slightly pulled down, feeling disappointed by Erick's reply.

' Is that doang? A long time ago he thought it was mother-made, so excited his reaction. Muji-muji mother is sky-high. Turn know if I make it, the response is only three words doang? Erick Bummer..... Definitely tensin want to praise my work.' he said in his heart.

While in a different place, Inside his apartment, Erick looked at his phone screen with a slightly wistful look. Erick was still staring at the picture of the cake Biqha sent, after replying.

' Thank's Bi. Your work is amazing. Not disappointing at all. Oma must have looked at it too. It must taste good too. Hem.... So want.' he murmured.

Suddenly Erick felt his stomach rebel, asking to be filled.

" I should have had breakfast this morning with my own cake. But all are taken the same Yoga. Damn really...."

Erick complains about the incident last night, when Yoga asked for all the cookies Erick brought from Biqha's house. Cakes that are not perfect, but still taste delicious. Suddenly the look in his eyes returned soft, remembering the request of Yoga who wanted him to stay away from Biqha.

' Promise Rick.... Promise that.....'

Those words kept ringing in his ears. Make him worried when he wanted to step away to take the cake order. Eventually, he cancelled his intention.

***

In a cafe, a beautiful woman was seen sitting with two men with stout stature. One of the men showed the woman his laptop screen. The woman saw some pictures of Biqha and Yoga, who were sitting in front of her contract. Also a video showing the quarrel between Yoga and Erick last night.

" It seems.... They were in a relationship before, miss. But the woman did not know about the status of the engaged Yoga master. Because after he found out, he immediately cut off their relationship. But master Yoga still insisted on her."

" Even from the last video, Mr. Yoga clearly said that the woman had cut off access to communication with the Yoga master" continued the other man.

The woman in front of them was silent. With the headset on her left ear, she seemed to be focusing on the video she was seeing.

' How much does that woman mean to you Yoga? You are willing to fight with your best friend from childhood, to defend him.' His whisper in his heart.

Then the woman took out a brown envelope, and gave it to the man in front of her.

" This is your pay. This information is enough for me. So you don't have to follow that woman anymore. Thank you for helping me, "he said, hand shaking.

" Samely miss. We are glad to help you. "

They also shake hands with each other. And after that the woman just passed while carrying a flash, containing footage of the pictures and videos that she saw earlier.

***

The weekend has passed. The routine has now begun. Biqha who is trying to rearrange her heart is also trying to be professional, by staying working as usual.

Today Biqha was tasked by Miss Diana, to confirm and revise the budget report of the marketing division that was not appropriate. The marketing division is located downstairs.

After completing his work, Biqha immediately left the marketing division office. While waiting in front of the elevator, two women approached him.

" Hello...."

Say one of them by waving his hand in front of Biqha's face, which was in front of them. Biqha turned her face, looking at them.

" You're a new employee in the accounting division, whose name is Nabiqha, right? "

Biqha nodded her head while pulling a slight corner of her lips.

" You live in XX area huh? Near road A? " ask the others.

Biqha scrunched her forehead. But with a little hesitation and confusion, Biqha still nodded. Although in his heart was wondering, how could they know that.

" hey..... Themphat themphal shayha mhemhang mhelhewhathi jhalhan A. Mhemhangnyha hadha hapha? " (Yes..... My home is on the A road. What's up, huh? )

" ah.... Nook. There's nothing. I just saw you around there. "

Biqha pulls a little corner of her lips. Then return to face the elevator doors that have not yet opened, and turn their backs.

" That's right." said the woman to her friend behind Biqha.

" That means Mr Yoga and Mr Erick had a fight in the street yesterday, after his home? " the other one whispered a little.

" Yes is..... Obviously we also heard them say his name yesterday. Especially Pak Yoga, which looks very emotional. He even yelled his name a few times."

" Hush..... Don't be so strong about him being horrified."

Say one of them while moving his chin towards Biqha in front.

" You forgot it...? He is T**i. Where can he be...."

Answer the other by pointing to his ear, laughing.

" O.iya..yeah...."

They laughed behind Biqha. Without them knowing, that Biqha saw everything they did and talked about. Through the reflection of their image, which is seen on the door of the silver-colored steel elevator. Like the image in the mirror.

Biqha was surprised to see their conversation, which mentioned that Yoga and Erick had a fight in the streets yesterday. And it might happen because of him.

' What's that why, last night Erick didn't take his own cake? Did Yoga hit him back like that? ' he murmured in the heart.

" That means really dong about the rumors of their closeness?"

" It was suspicious in the beginning, right? The time of a CEO, recommends a woman like him anyway. Let his brain as smart as anything, must think long. Yes, it was that time, he said someone had seen them meet at the cafe near SPBU there after returning from work. They join hands with friendly tau....."

Biqha rounded her eyes, after seeing the shadow of their lips move. Biqha was surprised to learn that someone saw their togetherness at that time.

" I didn't think so.... Alim doang appearance, mine behavior. To stop at all costs to get a decent job. It's not just someone else being teased.

" It's not just dong's job..... Definitely for the sake of the other coffers as well. If not, when he was teasing men too. "

At once Biqha's tears almost spilled seeing their conversation about her. Their prejudices made his heart seem to be sliced open. But Biqha could do nothing to defend herself. Biqha could only fall silent while trying to hold back her tears.

" Yes.iya. Still mending sir Erick, single. This Pak Yoga is also seduced. Anyway, Pak Yoga is weird, Kok want this same chick. Her fiance is a top supermodel. Still less......?"

" The rich are free. There is no time for it to be. Pak Yoga so rarely can caress. While here there is the caress of a pretentious girl. New sensations, right....."

Said a karyawati accompanied by laughter candanya, which greeted the crisp laughter of friends next to him. Makes Biqha unable to hold back her tears. But as quickly as lightning Biqha wiped away her tears. Then he pressed the elevator button many times, hoping that the elevator door could open as soon as possible. Until he can get out of there as soon as possible. But the door was not open either.

" You feel better, by talking about the people behind him? "

Suddenly a beautiful, tall, smooth white, sexy female figure appeared behind them. Making the two women behind Biqha stop laughing instantly, and turn around to look for the source of the sound. Not with Biqha. Biqha turned her eyes away from their shadow at the elevator door. He no longer wanted to see any talk from them.

" Mr A.... Alina's. "

The faces of the two women were deathly pale, when they knew who the owner of the voice had just insinuated them.

" Who are you talking about? What Pak Yoga do you mean, is the owner and CEO of this company? "

The two women lowered their heads, so that they could barely see the slightest bit of her face.

" How dare you gossip to your own boss? You're not afraid of being fired?"

" No, mbak. Mama heard wrong. We're not talking about our boss Yoga sir here, i...iya right?! "

Said one of the women, tried to quibble and asked for her colleague's approval. His partner nervously, nodded in agreement to his words.

" You think I'm deaf? "

Alina said in a slightly loud tone. Makes them even more horrified.

" And who is this woman you were talking about? Is he the one? " pointing Alina towards Biqha who was turning her back.

Alina walked past them and approached Biqha. Then touch his shoulder.

" Hey.... Ye. "

Biqha turned back. Biqha was so shocked when she saw the woman who touched her shoulder, was the woman she saw on Erick's phone screen a few days ago. The woman who hugs and kisses the Yoga friendly on the video.

' In.he....Alina.....'

Biqha is very nervous. Because he did not expect to meet Alina, the woman he accidentally hurt. Makes her eyes red. But immediately Biqha tried to master his emotions.

" You are t**i huh?! You don't hear them talking about you and saying you're not really a woman? How did you get caught, anyway...."

Biqha looked at the two people and Alina took turns. Biqha confused how to. Realizing that Alina had heard all of their words, it made her feel very guilty. As much as Biqha's energy trying to hold back his tears. Nervously Biqha tries to lie to avoid another problem.

" Mhahaf.... Shayha phunyha mhashalah dhenghan phendhenghan. Shayha phenyhandhang thunha. " (Sorry mbak.... I have a problem with hearing. I am a deaf person.)

" Oh..... Excuse me. "

Alina kept her mouth shut, while apologizing to Biqha. And Biqha tried to smile to cover up her gloom.

" Hey... Ghak phapha mbhak's. Shayha phermhishi. " ( Yeah... No papa mbak. Excuse me first. )

When the elevator opened, Biqha did not want to waste any more time to immediately avoid them all. Especially Alina, who made her feelings more mixed.

Biqha immediately entered the elevator. But Biqha's attempts to evade were unsuccessful. Because quickly, Alina blocked the elevator door from closing.

" Wait..."

Alina's coming in. Both men immediately fled. They were both in the elevator.

" I'm sorry... About earlier. I was a little emotional with their talk. Their accusations are outrageous. I'll report them later."

Biqha pulled her lips slightly. The atmosphere is so gripping for Biqha. But Biqha tried to vent, opening the conversation.

" Mbhak..... Thunhanghan phak Yhogha?! Mbhak ghak mharhah hathau mhenharhuh churhigha shamha shayha, shethelhah mhenghar homhonghan mherhekha thadhi? " (grand..... Fiancee of Yoga sir, right?! You are not angry or suspicious of me, after hearing their words earlier? )

Alina smiled at Biqha's words.

" I picked up on that nasty rumor a few months ago. And I haven't been able to ask him directly. But I believe that someone recommended by the CEO of this company must be a competent person. Even though a company owner can recommend someone, surely because he knows the person well. "

Alina answered, gently and elegantly. While Biqha could only look at him in amazement, with slightly dim eyes.

" If I could know..... How do you know each other? O.Yes... First of all, my name is Alina. "

Alina thrust her hand in front of Biqha. Biqha also welcomed him with feelings of haru as well as guilt.

" Nhabhiqha's. Shayha dhan phak Yhogha hadhalhah themhan eshemha. Shayha ghak shenghajha bherthemhu bhelhiau bhebherhapha bhulhan lhalhu, shahat shayha shedhang mhencharhi phekherjhahan. Mhungkhin bhelhiau khashihan shamha shayha, shethelhah mhenghar shayha bhelhum jhugha mhendhaphat phekherjhahan shethelhah lhulhus khulhiah. Jhadhi bhelhiau mhembherhikhan kharthu nhamhanyha dhan mhemhintha shayha dhthang kheshinhi. "

( Prophetqha. Yoga and I are High School Friends. I met him a few months ago when I was looking for a job. Maybe he felt sorry for me, after hearing that I had not got a job after college. So he gave me his card and asked me to come here. )

Biqha explained with a slightly lowered face.

" Shayha mhahaf mbhak. Kharnha khehadhirhan shayha dhishinhi, mhembhuhat bhanyhak horhang bherprhashangkha bhurhuk thehadhap phak Yhogha. " (i'm sorry ma'am. Because of my presence here, makes many people prejudiced against Pak Yoga.)

" Why should you apologize? It's not you who should be apologizing. What did you do wrong to me, until you apologized to me like that? "