One Night One Billion
CHAPTER 22 - If Only

Aqila sat in front of the bed. The feeling was very uncomfortable because he was in the room with the same man the umpteenth time. First where they put together the sweat and the pleasure fluid, second when Dirga took care of it after knowing the news of her pregnancy and now she is also with Dirga in one room with her door tightly closed and in the lock.

Half-dead nervous that Aqila felt at this moment, her eyes followed wherever Dirga stepped, which at this moment the man stepped towards her after closing the door and locking it.

“Before sometime yes, I change clothes first.” Dirga said so softly and unexpectedly the man even shrunk his head, without the slightest preparation Aqilaj actually closed his eyes, as if receiving good treatment Dirga who had passed to walk in closed.

‘Sial why I even kissed her,’ Dirga's route in her heart.

‘Gosh why did I close my eyes too,’ and now Aqilah is the one who cursed herself in her mind.

Not long after, Dirga came out of the door where he disappeared a few minutes ago. Wearing casual clothes, short chino pants with a slightly tight white shirt that makes the muscles of his body printed clearly.

The handsome-looking man as handsome as the Greek god was smiling at him, a sharp nose, eyebrows that were not too thick but quite engraved, he said, the lower lip is split plus the dimple that is clearly plastered when he smiles and do not forget he also has a jaw that is so firm.

If only Dirga was not a man who had desecrated him, maybe he had been crowned right as the man of his dreams, but as if it was covered with Dirga's fault which was not entirely his fault.

“OK, now I want to ask, how do you know my address?” dirga asked who was sitting next to Aqila with her next leg up and folded into the bed, and was currently facing Aqila.

Aqila who felt her position was too close, slightly shifted her seat. Then reached into his jacket pocket and took out a wallet. “This, you left this above the refrigerator.”

“My wallet? Thank you,” said slowly Dirga who was opening her wallet, but what Dirga did made Aqila think differently.

“Take it easy, Sir. I didn't take the contents of your wallet,” cetus Aqila misunderstood.

Dirga raised his gaze, his eyebrows raised next to him while answering him, “You take anything please, I do not care.” He threw his wallet on the bed.

“Why?”

“Because it will also be yours,” replied Dirga so confidently, but Aqila instead snorted annoyedly at hearing it.

“Do not say that again, I do not want to discuss it,” said Aqila slowly.

“Why?”

And now it was Dirga's turn to ask.

“I don't want to be a thorn in your relationship,” somehow feels so tight when his own lips say such things.

Dirga stared at the astonished brown netra Aqila, who was also now staring at him. For a long time they exchanged glances that finally ended when the sound of knocking on the door. “Aging... Mr. Erik has arrived..” shouted Leli from outside the room.

“Yes! Tell me to wait in my office!” reply shouted Dirga, who indeed had to shout because otherwise, it would be impossible to hear.

“My friend has arrived, you rest here. I'm permission to bring these photos, I'll be back, hmmm?” Dirga smiled again but there was something different from her smile this time, Aqila saw a look of eyes that were so sincere looking at her, and suddenly Dirga rubbed her cheeks before moving out of place and passing away.

Aqila pressed her chest which turned out to respond to the touch of Dirga's big hand, why her heart was pounding when she herself was still bellum could accept the fact that Dirga was currently the father of the child she was carrying.

How hard Aqila tried to convince her that Dirga was the cause of her life's destruction, but somehow her heart rejected it, as if her feelings welcomed with open arms over Dirga's treatment

against him.

In the workroom, Erik who had been waiting for Dirga finally awaited to come as well. Locking the door of his room tightly made Erik feel a little surprised.

“Hey what's up?” asked Erik curiously.

Dirga approached Erik who was already sitting. And set some pictures that made Erik go wide.

“Job! Are you showing off, fucking Bima!” erik was so upset.

“Stupid! I'm not showing off. Take a good look, but do not try to focus with the object, observe this picture, is this taken from a hidden camera or from the camera phone?”

Erik grabbed a portrait of Dirga's position on his back to the camera and only slightly displayed Aqila's image. He observed the photo well while watching.

“See from some of these photos, this was accidentally taken from the phone camera and different positions, I mean this perp takes a different picture of a place or it could be said that he moved places to take a variety of good positions.

“Where did you get it from? What is this girl, the girl you told me about yesterday?” Dirga nodded faintly, she was still thinking about the origin of this photo.

“Bim, you take it easy, I'll find out, are there no other clues, other than this?”

“I'm sure there is, but he didn't say anything.”

“OK, give me two days to solve this problem. I take one.” Erik passed away with a sheet of photos as his stock to find out the case that Dirga experienced.

In Dirga's room, the pensive Aqila stared at the star's expanse of tears, “Dad, Mother.., Qila missed you, if only you invited her and Qila, if you wanted to, surely Qila is happy with you,” muttered Aqila softly.

His body felt tired, and just now he was going to lay it down in the soft bed of Mr. Dirga, the door had been opened by someone. Aqila also took a sitting position.

“Do I bother you?” ask the guy who turns out he's Bianca.

“No Madam,” Aqila replied so condolently.

Bianca sat at the bedside, near Aqila's feet.

“I'm sorry yes, I really didn't see your presence.” Aqila fell silent, is Bianca apologizing for hugging Dirga? Then why? Isn't that his right?.

“No Madam, I should apologize, for bothering you.”

Bianca did not answer him, she just nodded her head, then what was the meaning of the nod?

“Are you Dirga's lover?” bianca's question made Aqila instantly raise her gaze that was creeping her own fingers.

“Not! I'm not Mr. Dirga's lover, you don't get me wrong, I'm just_”

“Then if not what lover? A girl comes to a man's house who's not who? Doesn't it sound very strange?” bianca's voice turned cold which was originally very friendly.

Aqila was silent, silent a thousand words, she did not know what to answer, because what the woman said was true, it would be strange if she dodged it.

But suddenly....

‘Ahahhahha!’  “Your face why is it so pale immediately?” Bianca laughed so hard. Until he held the stomach for the gel.

Aqila was still silent in confusion. ‘Dia why?’ inner Aqila wondered.

“Sorry, sorry. Meet Bianca, Dirga's best friend since we went to college. And soon I'm getting married, I'm just here to rest because I'm tired of all day spreading invitations.” Bianca reached out her hand introducing herself so kindly.

With a clumsy smile, Aqila also welcomed Bianca's handshake. And now the prejudice that had haunted his mind was proven wrong.

“I Aqila Sharma.”

“Aqila, looks like you're much younger than me and Dirga, are you Dirga's sister's friend?”

“Dirga's sister's friend? Oooh yes, true nonya. My sister's schoolmate Mr Dirga?”

“School friends? Didn't. ahh yeah forget it. This weekend my wedding, with great respect, I also invited you yes, Aqila.” Bianca gave an invitation card without a name that is usually indicated by the name of the invited person.

“Thank you.”

“Sorry if the invitation does not include your name, because I also know you.”

Yes indeed, the reason Bianca makes so much sense. And after that, Bianca said goodbye to go back to her room. Aqila again sighed and intended to lie down, but again her intention was scrapped because a stone wrapped in red cloth hit the window.

A!!!!

TBC>>>>>>>