Sandriana, My Lovely Sist
Part 29's. The Great Lord is Looking For
Five days Dria was at home again. Dria hasn't talked to the father since the day she got here. Father also seems to let Dria silence when passing each other and is reluctant to mention the decision of Dria to return to this city. Several times Dria found the father talking quite seriously in his car, Dria was lazy to eavesdrop or find out, her little heart felt that it was from the Dervish family.
“Dria... open the door..”.
The father shouted while banging on the front door. Dria opened the door.
“Why didn't dad bring his own key?”
“Daddy forgot because it was in a hurry to leave.”
Distorting the sadness by some of the things that happened in her life including the fact of the matchmaking with her own sister, Dria rearranged her room. All items that had been there for a long time were taken out.
“Dria... What's with these items?”
Dad looked in wonder when he saw Dria's closet, table, and single bed in the living room.
“I want to change father's atmosphere.. This I move to the back room yes..”.
“Then you use what?”
“I want to replace it with a new one..it's been used since the first time I'm here..”.
Rahmadi's father fell silent for a moment realizing he had never cared about his daughter's needs and desires before this. It was just a routine need and even then it became rare for him to do when Dria finished college and started working.
“Ya already...it's up to you son. There's a father's atm card in the drawer of the closet, you can buy what you need.”.
“No need father, I will buy myself, I have money.. I am rich father... hehehe..”.
Dria let out a small laugh as she said that, the first time she was able to laugh these few days. He had paid for the wallpaper he bought online at an atm in a minimart near the house, and the amount of the balance listed in his account makes him have time to gawk and check again because the numbers and digits make him not believe.
Indeed, all this time he never saw his account because Mr. Lucas always gave him several million cash every month for his needs. He thinks that's his salary. He almost never spends any of his money other than buying online some gifts for the kids in the back house, giving gifts to Tety during Tety's birthday.
“Kaya? Did Mr Harlandy give you a lot of money?”
“Maybe? I was never told, but as I recall Mr. Lucas and Mr. Timo once asked for my account number for my salary payment… I can pay cash a luxury house in a residential cluster across this street dad... or I buy a shophouse just to open a business?”
“Dria??”
Her father's voice that was a little loud made Dria turn her head.
“What?”
Rahmadi's father wanted to say that it might be unwise to use money from Mr. Harlandy while Dria had just left their home. But the father did not want to make Dria sad again if she brought up one of the surnames.
“Eh... These items later Bena and Adi are down to the back room.. don't force moving items as heavy and as big as that.”.
“Iya.. My hands and waist still feel sore for pushing it all.”.
“Dad eat first..”
“Please, I've eaten first..”.
“You cook son? If you know you don't buy food.”.
Rahmadi's father said from their dining room and kitchen which was only about five meters from their living room.
“Iya.. earlier mang Usro Vegetable passed, I just shop..”.
Rahmadi's father took a breath. Before this he was worried that his son was not doing any activities other than locking himself in his room. Dria who has now been active and willing to talk long makes a father's heart feel relieved and entertained. In the heart of the father will not force again or persuade Dria again to return to the house of lord Harlandy.
“Dad... dad painted the white huh?”
Dria came into the kitchen and sat down in front of her father.
“Iya.. shortly since you got there.. father take your car to the workshop... it dents here and there... hence more carefully bring the car..”.
“Good dad.. I have a valuable lesson of time there. You heard my story about Sandro's car?”
The words just came from Dria's lips. Now in front of Dria's father it feels like she wants to tell him all about herself with her father. The father looked and looked at Dria's face, still reading a little sad strokes there. His daughter does have a temperament that easily moves from one atmosphere to another.
“No.. said Mr. Rusli that the car was valuable for brother Sandro..”.
It dawned a moment later with a voice of his heart that reminded who Sandro was making Dria switch the conversation.
“I borrow dad's pickup car.. I want hunting furniture for my room... If there's anything I like, I pay and immediately load, waiting to be delivered they like long. ”.
“Wear the gray one only, the black one I want to use, I want to go back to Palm, want to see their work.”
“Good. How many now father employees?”
“Ten people... Dad also contracted five freelancers for this one month, chasing the target to finish the job this month.”.
“Dad... I want to work again but I think I open a business only... we make a store of ornamental plants father only? I do business only at home and on small land near the highway. Which on the highway sometimes no one watches if all is busy in the father project… after all the place of such an emergency..”.
“Business like this does not need a store son, just need open space..”
“Iya.. but I mean we provide a better place, we make it more organized, people when looking for plants also like if the place is neat and comfortable… Here and on the highway it's all mixed up. The soil, fertilizer, plants are the same pot and all sorts of whatever it is… because the number is too many pages this wide so it looks narrow.”
Rahmadi's father did not answer. His conversations with Mr. Harlandy and Sandro several times showed that their plans for Dria had not changed.
“As for father... I do not want to stay at home alone, if father is not there I feel a bit afraid just alone.”.
Rahmadi's father looked at her traumatized daughter in this house, she was never comfortable in the house alone, if forced then she would lock all the doors from the inside.
“You alone supervise our place of business on the highway there, if you do not want to stay at home..”.
“Ahh that place is very uncomfortable dad, every day I would inhale carbon dioxide, a lot of dust flying, and too noisy with the sound of the vehicle… we find a better place then we move all ornamental plants and all the goods here, we set everything well.
“Alright... Daddy will think about it..”.
“Quickly father decide yes... don't think too long”.
“Iya..”
“Happy day..”.
The greeting with a typical male voice broke the intertwining conversation of Dria and the father.
“Dad it's no guest, maybe consumer dad..”.
The father who had finished eating immediately went to the front room. Dria tidied the table, put the food in the closet and then washed the dishes used by the father.
Long time the father did not appear and I heard the voice of people talking, maybe someone who wants to make a garden at home or in his office, his father's business is going well, it's going well, not a few people who use the expertise of the father. Finished with the activities in the kitchen Dria headed to the living room to meet the father who came back to the back room in the house.
“Nak... Mr. Harlandy looking for you..”.
Dria frozen momentarily. He once thought about this situation that the Dervish family came looking for him, it was really an incident but he did not expect Mr. Harlandy himself to come.
“Dria…"
"Ah... Did you say I'm here?"
"Yes..."
Would it be rude for him to avoid that Great Lord now?
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Hii...
See you tomorrow...
This story is very ordinary, here a lot of amazing stories scattered, therefore thank you for reading my story... 🙏
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