My Culun CEO
#160 - Reuniting

Rachella greeted her Paris-based best friend Jasmine. They were having a cipiki while chatting lightly. Rachella accidentally meets Jasmine because she wants to just reminisce and have a small reunion with her.

While Damian, he just kept quiet and kept his head down. Now he was afraid that Rachella would recognize him even though he was undercover.

Friends Rachella told me if the owner of surabi shop is also Indonesian. Of course Rachella can guess because the name of the food is typical of Indonesia. Rachella watched the surabi salesman who deftly turned the dough upside down. Curious, Rachella approached and watched Damian.

"Please, Miss!" Damian presents a mature surabi in front of Rachella.

"Hmm, it smells good. I have not been back to my homeland for a long time. So, this might be able to treat my longing for the homeland" Rachella said.

Damian leaned over and went back to cooking. Rachella took her order to her desk with Jasmine.

Damian breathed a sigh of relief because Rachella did not recognize him. But if it was Freya who came .. surely the girl could recognize Damian in one look.

He breathed a rough breath. This year Damian has never forgotten Freya. The girl was always lodged in her heart even though fate seemed to be playing with their feelings.

I don't feel like time is rolling fast. The night greeted me. Damian closed his surabi shop and prepared to return home.

This holiday Damian gets enough revenue from surabi sales today. Although not much, but as much as possible Damian appreciates the results of his hard work during this day.

Arriving at his house, Damian heard a carefree laugh from a familiar voice in his ears. Damian approached the source of the voice coming from his grandfather and...

"Rachella?" Damian was surprised by the girl's arrival at his house.

"Hi, Dam. Grandpa says you keep working even on holidays." Rachella still greeted Damian kindly even though the man's face was red indicating he did not like the presence of Rachella.

"Would you like to come here?" damian asked coldly. Joseph looked at Damian and asked his granddaughter to be nice to Rachella.

"I'm on vacation in Paris. There is no harm in me visiting your home. Besides, I miss your grandfather and Jonathan." Rachella tried to sing her best smile even though her heart was torn when she saw Damian still cold to her.

"Emh, okay. Please talk to both of you. Grandpa's gonna rest in the room." Joseph felt he had to leave his granddaughter with Rachella to be more free to talk.

"I'm tired, I want to rest!" damian said without being stale. He immediately walked to his room.

Inexhaustible, Rachella follows Damian. Back when they were teenagers, Rachella used to go to Damian's room. So now it would not hurt if they were one room together.

"Would you come here?" Damian was about to close the door to his room but Rachella held him back.

"Dam, please! Can't you just don't talk to me like this? I promise I won't bother you!" Rachella.

"All right, come on in!"

Rachella sparkled happily and immediately went into Damian's room. Rachella immediately threw herself on the sofa.

"Ck, you're this!" damian muttered.

"Don't mind me. Let's just say I don't exist" Rachella said casually and then played her phone.

Damian is no longer a Rachella. He knows what stubborn Rachella looks like. He decided to go to the bathroom and clean up.

Twenty minutes later, Damian came out of the dressing room and did not find Rachella on the couch. The girl was on the balcony of Damian's room.

Inevitably Damian approached Rachella who was enjoying the summer night breeze of Paris.

"How long have you been on vacation here?" ask Damian to melt the atmosphere.

"Emh, maybe about two weeks. Do you want to accompany me on vacation?"

"No! I'm busy working" Damian replied casually.

Rachella. He crossed his arms.

"How is your relationship with Freya? Are you LDR?"

Damian quiet. He chose not to answer.

"okay! Then I can..."

"No! Can't!"

"I haven't even finished what I said!" pissed Rachella.

"I know what you want to say!" Damian pointed at Rachella's head. "Your brain is nothing else, huh?"

Rachella brushed off Damian's hand. "Damian Ford!" squeak Rachella.

Rachella snorted in annoyance.

"I'll keep waiting for him even if he keeps rejecting me. I'd be a bachelor for life."

"Hey, Damian Ford!" Rachella was upset.

Damian looked at Rachella and held onto both of the girl's shoulders.

"Find the man who loves you, not the one you love. Understood?"

Damian returned to his original position and looked at the beautiful sky of Paris. Rachella was silent because she had to swallow a bitter pill. His efforts to get Damian's heart will never work because there's always Freya there. Both then and now.

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Two years later...

Freya drove her car at full speed. He is very upset after getting a call from Aisha about the demo that happened inside his office. One client who was disappointed with Freya's work is now demanding compensation and also mobilizing the masses to storm the Ya Consultant's office.

Freya who just got out of the apartment had to cancel an appointment with her client because she had to take care of the ongoing riots.

"Suckers! That old man did this to me on purpose! Just watch out if you dare to mess around in my office!" said Freya with excitement. His heart is hot because of this one client.

Freya parked her car in front of Ya Consultant's office building. He massaged his temple because he saw many people gathered in front of his office and called out words of mockery and blasphemy.

"God! What the fuck?!"

Freya passed through the crowd with a loud shout.

"Surge! I want to pass!" freya shouted with a flash of anger in her eyes.

Suddenly the people who were paid protesters were silent because they saw the owner of the office had arrived.

"EVERYTHING IS QUIET!" scream Freya.

Freya regulated her hunting breath. His eyes giddily stared at the middle-aged man who was leading the crowd.

"What do you mean demo in front of my office?" freya asked, trying to calm down.

The middle-aged man simply smiled a grin and then gave a code to the protesters to go back to decorating.

"Close the office Ya Consultant! Just disband the con company!" screamed at the dozens of people there.

Freya could only gawk at the sight of those who were so obedient to the old man's orders.

"I said SHUT UP!" Freya shouted back.

"Listen to Mr. Yassar! Your business is bankrupt not because of my fault! I'm just trying to help you to find your financial solution, not to help your efforts. You should be more selective in choosing employees in Your company. Don't blame me!" freya defended herself and her company.

"But I run everything Miss says. Does that mean Miss is lying?" sergeant Yassar.

"What did you say?! Lied?" Freya shook her head slowly.

"You're all here! If your business fails in an area, is it the fault of a consultant? You guys who feel smart, please answer!" yell Freya again. His patience is over now.

This was the toughest test of his time doing this job. Only Yassar was a client who he thought was very fussy and wanted a lot.

"Please answer! Why are you all quiet?" freya again.

"Of course not!" A voice made everyone who was there look towards him.

"In business there are many factors that underlie profit and loss. And not all efforts should be profitable. There are times when we have to lose first before making a profit. The reason you blame this company is not justified."

The person's explanation left Freya stunned in place. Freya knew the voice. Freya recognized the figure very well even though her current appearance had changed.

"I met him again. People I've never forgotten in three years. The one I always loved. I met him again at the wrong time. At a very embarrassing time for me. Nah! I can't see him now!"

Freya chose a thousand steps and left the crowd. His heart was so full of love that he met again, a love he never forgot.

"Freya!" The figure who was Damian was chasing Freya's steps back to avoid him.