My Culun CEO
#161 - Throw away your ego!

"Freya!"

Damian continued to chase wherever Freya went.

"Freya, wait!" damian exclaimed but the girl still did not listen to Damian's exclamation.

Damian sped up his pace and even tended to run fast among the passing crowd. Freya's office is in the center of the city where there are many shophouses and office buildings.

"Freya!" damian exclaimed for the last time because he managed to block the girl's arm.

Freya was silent for a moment. They both catch their breath.

Freya turned her head towards Damian and brushed off the man's hand. Freya looked at Damian who looked very different. Her once blonde hair now turned black with a neat right hemisphere. His face was decorated with square-shaped glasses but without the tompel and also a thin mustache.

Freya instantly recognized him even though people did not. Freya still remembered her sharp but shady eyes when she looked at her.

"He's here? Since when? Is he back yet? Or will he leave again?" inner Freya.

After a moment of silence after the chase incident, now the two people who still remain silent to each other sit opposite in a cafe. Damian decided to invite Freya to talk in the cafe to be more relaxed. But it turned out that the awkward atmosphere still enveloped the two of them. Plus they haven't seen each other for three years.

"How are you?" The first sentence Damian spoke after three years of not meeting. Enough to melt the atmosphere.

"As you can see. I'm good," replied Freya flatly.

A waiter brought both their orders. Damian ordered a cup of warm chocolate for Freya. When asked earlier, Freya was silent, so Damian had to decide for himself the menu ordered.

Damian smiled and thanked the waiter.

"Drink! Warm chocolate is great for building your mood that looks bad" Damian says.

Freya according. He drank little by little the warm chocolate that was in front of him.

"You don't have to defend me!" sahut Freya's.

"Eh? Defend you? I'm not defending you. You asked the crowd yourself, didn't you?"

Freya melengos's. What Damian said was true. He is the one who asked for a defense.

"Thank you" Freya said later.

Damian smiles. "Look at your opponent when you're talking, Frey."

Shamefully Freya looked at Damian. For a moment their eyes clashed to imply a longing.

"It's good to see you again, Frey..."

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BRUK!

Freya threw her body on her soft bed. He still can't believe that he's going to see Damian again.

"Is this right?" muttered.

Freya looked at the ceiling of her room. "No! It's not fast! Three years is not a fast time. I kept thinking about it that long as well. I never forgot him. But my ego always put all that longing aside."

The clear circle was without asking to flow just from the corner of Freya's eye.

"I'm sorry, Damian." - She cried with tears flowing.

In a different place, Damian also returned to his home. He deliberately built a simple house next to his surabi shop.

Damian decided to return to Indonesia after his grandfather passed away for good. His father still lives in Paris, but Damian wants to open a branch of his business in Indonesia.

Damian realized that the food business competition was very tight. Especially with the emergence of foods from abroad that have mushroomed in Indonesia, Damian has to rack his brain so that his homemade surabi cake is still in demand by traditional food connoisseurs who are now rarely found.

Damian smiled as he finally met Freya again. The girl who never came out of his heart still remained faithful there. Many temptations came to him. But his love for Freya was very strong. He was not influenced by any girl. Even now Rachella has given up and chose to date fellow celebrities.

The smile that had continued to expand now receded when remembering that Freya was still silent with her feelings.

"How else should I make you believe, Frey?"

Damian massaged his temple slowly. He won't give up this time. He should be able to get Freya's trust and heart back.

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The next day, Freya came out of the room with a puffy face and a disheveled appearance. Aisha who now lives in an apartment with him has prepared breakfast for Freya.

"Miss, let's have breakfast!" call Aisha.

Aisha knew that her non-living mood was very bad after yesterday's incident. Plus the incident with his meeting with Damian. Adding to the list of bad moods in Freya's heart. But, Aisha herself still does not know if the man who defended Freya yesterday is Damian.

"Miss, drink this!" Aisha offers a cup of Freya's favorite coffee.

"Thank you" said Freya and sat opposite Aisha.

Aisha's phone rang. A notification came in there.

"Well?!" Aisha closed her mouth.

"Ti-nothing, Miss," replied Aisha nervously.

"Don't cover it. I'm fine!" the Freya that sounds tough.

"Emh, this is Miss. Regarding yesterday's incident ... there have been many online media that released it. And also ... our shares plummeted drastically. Many clients have also suddenly severed the cooperation contract with us." Aisha answered very carefully.

Freya took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He held his head with both hands resting on the table.

"It's my fault!" freya muttered.

"No! Don't talk like that, Miss. The old man is outrageous. I'll have to pull her hair bald if I see her again" Aisha said.

Freya smiled. "Thank you for defending me. Now how should we?"

Aisha speechless. He could not bear to see Freya's sadness. But he was also confused as to what to do to help his nona.

This day Freya shut herself up in her room. He didn't do anything, and didn't even go to the office.

Freya did not expect if her success only reached here.

"It's all over! It's all over!" freya muttered that looked extremely desperate.

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Three days later...

Freya's apartment bell rings. Freya who was just about to cook dinner for herself finally headed for the door and opened it.

Freya was stunned at the door.

"Damians?" muttered.

"Hi, how are you?" ask Damian by putting out his smile.

"Come in!" sahut Freya without answering Damian's question.

Damian notices Freya's apartment.

"You live alone?"

"No. I'm with Aisha. Be seated! I'll cook dinner first."

"Let me cook!" sahut Damian fast.

"Eh?" Freya frowned confusedly.

"You just sit down! I'll cook!" Damian's headed straight for the kitchen.

Freya was only glued to see Damian deftly processing food.

"Is this really you?" ask Freya.

"Yup! Who would it be if it wasn't me?"

"When have you been cooking?"

"Since two years ago. I learned to cook from a professional chef at Jonathan's house. Oops, I mean my dad." Damian grimacing.

Freya laughed a little. He chose to sit at the dinner table and wait for Damian to finish cooking.

The fragrant aroma began to enter his sense of smell. A smile rose at the corner of his lips.

"Taraa! It's so! Try that! It can treat a bad heart to make it more cheerful."

"Looks good! I tried it!"

Damian nodded and Freya picked up the spoon and blew slowly and put it in her mouth.

"Emh, delicious! Thank ye. Then you eat too!"

I don't know since when the warm atmosphere began to be created in the dining room.

"Why do you know if I need someone to cheer me up?" ask Freya after dinner.

"I know you, Freya. Of course I know what you need."

Freya got out of the dining room chair and intended to bring their dirty dishes to the sink. But Freya's body was too weak so Damian managed to catch her who almost fell.

"Don't force it, Frey! Throw away ego! Don't be afraid of anything because I'll always be with you."

Damian lifts Freya's bridal body and takes her to the sofa. Damian rubbed Freya's body carefully as if it was a shatterproof object.

Freya's heart beat irregularly when they were so close to each other. Freya looked at Damian's face so close to hers.

"Thank you" said Freya.

Damian smiled at her smile. He looked at Freya who was very much missed. Her pale lips invited Damian to scrape the distance.

Freya closed her eyes when Damian's touch returned. Soft and full of love.

Could this be the beginning for them to get back together?