Not Just a Promise
Grandma Magic
In order to prevent Reyhan from dismantling her status, Nehta cuts Reyhan's words quickly out of fear that Reyhan will tell her she's her husband.
“It's fried rice mister Mustache right? Let's eat in front of the minimarket below, I happen to want to buy something.”
Without saying goodbye, Nehta leaves with Gibran and leaves Reyhan alone in his apartment.
For the second time, Gibran asked about Reyhan's whereabouts, but Nehta reasoned that there was Azka as well.
“I'm full.” Nehta could no longer hold that much fried rice into his stomach.
“It's still a lot. Have you eaten?”
“Yes, Reyhan ordered a meal. Sorry yes.” Nehta did not want Gibran to be disappointed.
“Why should I apologize. If you have to eat, you don't have to eat anymore. Your stomach will hurt.”
“Nothing. You have time to buy this fried rice for me. Thanks yes.”
Gibran smiled and gently stroked the top of his lover's head.
Honestly, Gibran was jealous of the friendship between Nehta and Reyhan. As a man, he felt that Reyhan not only considered Nehta as his best friend.
The night was getting late, Gibran said goodbye to go home. Likewise with Nehta, he returned to the apartment but did not find the figure he had left without saying goodbye.
The woman took her cell phone which she had been living in. Several times he contacted Reyhan, but there was no answer at all. Even some of the messages he sent were not Reyhan reply. One corner of his heart felt something strange. He was afraid that Reyhan was angry at ignoring him when Gibran came.
“Hallo?”
“What's the miss?”
“Jeez, Man. I told you many times, don't call me miss!” Geritu Nehta to Arman who is currently in contact with him.
“Cannot. The one with my salary was cut off by miss.”'s husband While Arman was complete with a small ruckus on the other side, the man could clearly hear Nehta who was clucking in annoyance.
“What Reyhan back to the office?”
“No. Didn't Reyhan come home to your apartment?”
“Oh.” Nehta said and then closed his phone, it managed to make Arman shake his head.
There was no time to think anymore, Nehta snatched her car keys. The woman drove the car at moderate speed, heading to Reyhan's apartment.
Deftly, he squeezed some numbers as pins to open the door of the apartment.
Nehta went inside right after the door opened. He ran to every corner of the room looking for Reyhan. The guess is right, Reyhan turned out to be back here. The man was standing in the kitchen, downing mineral water from the refrigerator.
“Uhuk..” Surprised by Nehta's arrival, Reyhan chokes on the water he drinks.
“Jeez, Ta. You want me to choke to death?” Reyhan grumbled with the remains of his cough.
“Why not go home to say something? Are you mad about Gibran's arrival?” Nehta asked with a hint of doubt.
“Ck. Basic plan-plin. You riled me, now, I go home you are also angry.” Reyhan said without answering the question of anger or not, while passing through Nehta.
“I've never upset you.” Kill Nehta.
Yes, Nehta did not cast Reyhan out directly. But from the question alone, did Nehta not want Reyhan to leave his apartment.
“Ya... I'm tired, want to rest.”
Reyhan was just joking around and would take his wife because he thought Nehta would come back to his apartment. But the guess is wrong, Nehta even went to sleep in the same bed with Reyhan.
Oh my goodness, Ta. Are you crazy, right? You might even sleep here! Why should you worry if Reyhan is angry or not? Nehta hit his head slowly.
...*****...
In the same town, a beautiful woman who had just gotten a report from her man continued to take a curse out of her mouth. He vented his anger at the items nearby. The woman was upset, because her man could not find information about the woman who married Reyhan.
“I'm sorry, miss.”
“Basic no beccus!” Pekik Sara's.
Yes, that woman is Sara. He tells Andra to get information about Reyhan's marriage. With whom and from which family the woman is now Reyhan's legal wife.
It is impossible for Reyhan to marry Devita, because Sara who has made Devita run away with her boyfriend who turns out to be Andra Sara's man.
“Where is Devita now?” Sara stared intently at Andra who was standing with her head lowered.
“In my apartment, miss. Since that day, Devita has never returned to her home let alone seen Reyhan.”
“Is there anything else suspicious?”
“In addition to Nehta, there are no more women who are always around Reyhan.”
“Nehta. Always, that shitty woman is all around Reyhan.” Sara clenched her hands tightly when she heard Andra mention Nehta's name before her.
Sara was obsessed with Reyhan. That's why Sara hated Nehta and often bothered her in school. Not even hesitant, Sara made Nehta hurt.
“Find out all Nehta information after graduating SMA until now!” Sara's word to Andra.
Andra could only obey the orders given by Sara. Because the money given by Sara is not a little, even though she herself knows, if this work is detrimental to others. But for the money, Andra is willing to do anything.
Early in the morning, Sara prepared to go to meet Reyhan, the idol. He came to Reyhan on the job. Because from now on, Saralah is in control of the investment given by Vishnu to the Reyhan company.
Heich Group's. That's the writing that's clearly emblazoned on Reyhan's family-owned company building. Companies engaged in the best automotive in Indonesia. The profit is not small, especially when the company is held by Reyhan.
Sara stepped foot into the building with dozens of floors. He walked arrogantly, even though someone greeted him, Sara paid no heed to him at all.
“Nona Sara.” Sapa Arman as they cross paths before entering the elevator.
Arman tried as decently as possible, even though they used to exist in the same school environment. But he can position himself if faced with people of higher standing and power.
“It just so happens that you are here, take me to meet Reyhan.”
No words of help or any other pleasantries, not even a smile. Yes, there you have it, if people feel that money and power are everything.
“Please, miss.” Arman invites Sara to walk first after the elevator door opens.
“Reyhan not yet arrived?”
“It looks like it's still on the way, miss.” Arman looked at the clock on his wrist.
“I'll be waiting in his room. Make me herbal tea.”
What was my dream last night? This morning I met the witch. Inner Arman.
“You didn't hear?”
“Listen, miss.”