Love Young Master Za
Understandings

Not wanting to waste any more time, Nevan immediately continued his work so that later in the day could immediately meet Shamora as promised to the girl. At first glance he threw his gaze at the door leaf as it sounded on the tap. 

"Excuse me, Sir. Outside there are guests who want to meet you." 

Nevan looked at his secretary's face. "Who?"

"A woman named Gina."

The man's heart was racing with a look of surprise. Nevan's eye beads changed color, his hands clenched with hardened jaws. There seemed to be a blaze of anger and disappointment in his irises. 

"Just be honest." The decree was thrown coldly until the effect was felt in this warm room. 

"Good, sir." Yuni swung her steps out of the vice-director's room.

The news through the intercom had reached the reception desk, the woman named Gina turned her heels with a feeling of disappointment. Unexpectedly, today was so foreign and far from his expectations. But there is no heartbreak tomorrow. 

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The holiday is over, three days is enough to give freshness to the brain and body. Pampering the eyes with a painting of God that is so real and gives a new spirit. Shamora Keandria came home full of longing and happy faces, a few minutes ago before his departure. Nevan says coming to his house, longing is shameless so that it can make people hallucinate and smile themselves.

"You seem happy." Vira caught the smile of her best friend. He was grateful that an overcast aura was knocked out of the girl's face.

"Yes, I'm really happy, Nevan wants to come home later."

"Thank God, I hope he can spend more time for you." Vira threw a look outwards.

"Hopefully." Shamora gazes out at the view outside the mini bus. 

Not far from him the corner of Zayyan's lips lifted, as deep as Shamora's love for Nevan, if that love could have. Then he was a lucky man. 

"Why don't you see it often. You'll have a hard time controlling your feelings." Arlo glanced beside him. He understood the feeling in the heart of this man by his side.

"Like you can't, are you able to control your feelings?" Zayyan smiled with a hint of ridicule.

"Of course, at the beginning it hurt but the more here the pain decreases. At least, I thought positively and learned to forget my feelings. Because, the fabric of our friendship is not just one or two months but many years. So I can shift my feelings." 

"That's the problem. I just got to know him and don't know how to process my feelings so as not to get deeper." Zayyan's breathing sounded frustrated.

"Slow down, everyone can and will get used to it." Devin touched the shoulders of his two best friends. The man sat alone in the back seat. They are deliberately aloof a little away from the two girls who start adventuring in dreams.

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The night breeze felt as soft as a star-studded sky, as beautiful as the moonlight hanging on the sky wall. A beautiful striped smile on Shamora's face when she pecked her reflection on the mirror glass, the polish of natural makeup further adds to the almost perfect sculptural charm on her face. Banging longs, beating his chest to disturb his heart to impatiently wait for the arrival of the lover. 

"Sha, there's Nevan outside." Mother Sinta's voice vibrates the bones, until the nervousness is more beguiling. 

"Yes, Bun ! I'm out."  Once the answer is drawn, Shamora's breath blows away, throwing nervousness and normalizing the beat. The girl's feet swung towards the bedroom door, her hands raised turning the door knob. Shamora smiled looking at the figure she missed staring warmly at him.

"Seru, but there's no you. Hopefully next time we can have a vacation together." 

"Yes I will try, sorry for a few days to ignore you. We're out, I've reserved the place." Nevan apologizes for the few days that ignored her lover.

"Come on." 

A pair of human children rose from the sofa and set foot to meet Mother Sinta in the family room. The middle-aged woman focused on watching fashion shows on television.

"Tante, I'm asking permission to take Shamora out for a bit." 

Mother Sinta smiled and brought her body to stand. "Yes, be careful." He said as he led the two men out.

"Mother, don't sleep too late. I'm saying goodbye."

"Yes, son." Mother Sinta waved her hand.

Nevan's sports car splits the road, mingling with other motorists. The firm line of the male's jaw adds to the look of his face.

"I'm sorry for ignoring your message a few days ago, I had to finish a new project file." Not satisfied with one apology. Nevan is back. "I'll try to have more time for you."

Shamora stared at the reflection of the street lighting lamp that hit the body of the car in front of them. "At first I was disappointed, but my friends gave me understanding, the longer I felt more claustrophobic and disappointed but again I held back my ego. You are the one who will one day replace Om Mahendra. So I have to get used to the time we have." Mature papar.

The corner of Nevan's heart was disturbed, so understanding this lover, what he did yesterday was a little outrageous. Yes, he promised not to do it again. 

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Frenetic vehicles filled the road, a few days ago after listening to the heart of a Shamora. Now that Nevan understands better and gives time to their relationship, her mindset changes slightly after seeing a sad stroke in her lover's eye bead. The sun is crawling, the heat is running rampant. Even so the morale of the employees was still good, they only needed to take time to rest filling the ammunition. The same thing Nevan did. The man was waiting for his girlfriend to have lunch together. Shamora promised to deliver lunch for him. 

Nevan's focus was split when a knock landed on the door of her room. The net was directed there while saying. "Please come in."

A personal assistant swung a foot toward Nevan's desk. The man looked serious with his flat face. "Sir, the woman who came back a few days ago, was already banned by the receptionist." His words convey information. 

Nevan sighed harshly, her heart regained its rage. For what the woman came back after so many years, the iris of the man's eyes flushed red representing his current heart. 

"Essir, I don't know him." 

"Already sir, but the woman is persistent. You should meet first and ask what he wants, since yesterday he always stood near the entrance post. Looks like today he's desperate to enter this building." The man named Wira conveyed the solution of the results of his observations in recent days.  

Nevan took off the glasses that had been perched on her nose, she put them down a little rough. Both of his palms were raised rubbing his face. The man's breath went up and down as if driven by a fierce anger. His bead looked blank for a moment, then rolled at his assistant who was still waiting for an answer. 

"All right, I'll see him." Cut off that guy. In his heart was a little curious about the disappearance of that woman in the past. His sturdy body stood up from the chair then swung a step towards the door of his room. 

While Wira followed from the back, the man swiftly took a step forward to press the open button on the elevator of the office. Nevan enters with an unpredictable look on her face, staring into the elevator wall. His lips were folded wryly, this was the face of a man who had been dumped without explanation.