Make Me His Substitute
Who's The Sick?
Amara was made to think by the information her mother had told her a few hours ago. Not only thought, Amara was also confused why Rendra until now has not activated the network on his phone to make the message that he has sent has not been entered into Rendra's phone until now.
I really wanted Amara to call that guy. Asking his whereabouts and news, but Amara feels stuck considering he is not used to doing it first.
Amara is upset. Confused what to do. A name came to Amara's head.
"Agatha, yes, I'd better call Agatha for an opinion." Without a second thought, Amara made a phone call with Agatha. But after making the call for three times, the call never lifted by Agatha.
"Why Agatha didn't pick up my phone, huh. Tumben once." Amara exhaled a rough breath in the air.
Not finding a solution at all, so Amara chose to rest her body earlier that night.
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Time has changed in the morning. Amara who went to bed earlier last night finally woke up earlier this morning. Intending to take advantage of the time before getting ready to go to the office, Amara chose to help you make breakfast in the kitchen. As usual, Amara chose to help prepare cooking ingredients only because honestly he was not good if told to jump directly to cook.
After almost an hour in the kitchen, Amara finally returned to her room. Seeing his phone lying on the nightstand, Amara was reminded of something that Rendra had not returned the message last night.
Curious whether Rendra had replied to his message or not, Amara immediately took her phone from the nightstand.
Huft...
Amara had to swallow the disappointment because it turned out that Rendra had not returned a message from her. Not only has not replied, the message he sent has not been entered into Rendra's phone.
Not wanting to think much in the morning, Amara immediately got ready to go to the office. He did not want his mood to be bad just because Rendra had not read the message from him.
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"Good morning, Mr. Cakra." Amara says hello.
Cakra just nodded then entered his study. "Why does Mr. Cakra look weird, huh?" Confused ask.
After almost an hour sitting in his work chair, Aga never showed him the trunk of his nose. Amara became curious, did Aga not go to work this morning? If true, why didn't Aga just teach it as he usually did? Amara wondered.
Amara tries to refocus on her work without caring about Aga's presence anymore. According to him, it is possible that Aga arrived late this morning because there is an important business that he must finish first before going to the office.
The time is rolling and now it has shown ten o'clock in the morning. Amara, who had just finished her work, stretched her stiff back and finger muscles
Chequelek
The sound of Cakra's open-sounding workroom door shifted Amara's gaze to the source of the sound.
"Master Cakra?" Amara said hello followed by a sweet smile on her pretty face.
Cakra just nodded then approached Amara's desk. "I want to go to the hospital first. If anyone is looking for me and Mr. Aga, just tell them to see me tomorrow."
"Good, Sir. But why do you want to go to the hospital. Who is sick?"
Cakra breathed deeply. His face turned anxious. "Sir Aga. This morning Mr. Aga vomited and almost fainted until finally rushed to the hospital."
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