Sandriana, My Lovely Sist
Part 3's. Something that disturbs Young Master
Young Master Sandro Kristoffer Darwis could not protest the papi's decision without a logical argument. Dria departs and goes home to work with herself every day, this is purposely arranged as it is. Sandro hasn't had time to talk more about Dria with the papi, meeting the papi only at the dinner table at breakfast, and now there's always Dria there, too, it was impossible to discuss that in front of his person.
Since the beginning did not accept the presence of Dria, now Sandro is disturbed Dria always hitchhiking in her car, this is not comfortable. Actually, because Sandro did not want to be friendly with Dria, it was the same as giving the girl hope about realizing the wishes of her late mother, there was not a single trace of that intention in the heart.
Sandro was consistent with his super cold face never answering Dria's greeting, building a thick wall, a mountain hill of virtual chasms between them so that the relationship of these two humans in the real world seemed impossible, I really don't want any interaction.
It was time to head to the office, this was the tenth day they left together. The car door was opened Timothy, Sandro occupies a seat on the left side of his car without a sound and without looking at Dria who is already sitting quietly on the right side. The expression of dislike with Dria's presence was very clear on Sandro's face.
After almost an hour of driving, Sandro's super-luxury car stopped at the entrance of the thirty-two-story building.
“Thank you, sis..”
Dria still thanked me every time she got out of the car. Sandro didn't budge, his heart's upset right now.
Unlike the first time when he met, where it was very visible that Dria wanted to interact with him, now Dria no longer tried to communicate beyond gratitude like that. Unfortunately, even though Sandro was unconcerned, Dria looked comfortable, calm, and occasionally smiled at the Young Master, like she could not interpret all the ketusiness and unfriendliness of Sandro.
“Why is he so confident going up and down from my car? Want to show off to the office employees closeness to me?”
The tall man with a cross-face inherited from the mother's oma looked at Dria's movements from behind the window of her black sedan car. The girl had entered the lobby with her quick steps, paused for a moment to greet the security then continued her steps with a carefree face.
She still remembered her frustration when on the first day she had been through her driver asking Dria to get off somewhere else before entering the area of her office building, the girl replied straightforwardly…
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“Stage sir Mulyo, our destination is obviously the same to the office in the same building, why should I walk from here.”.
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Still staring until Dria united with a group of employees who were entering the building.
“She grew up to be such a shitty girl.”.
Timothy the assistant had gotten out of the car with Dria earlier, waiting for Sandro to get off. Ever since Dria came with them, Sandro chose to step down after Dria had entered the office.
After Dria's shadow completely disappeared, the door on the side of the mama she was sitting on opened Mulyo sir.
“Starting tomorrow, you set him up by car separately..”.
Sandro only glanced at Timo for a moment then started to step while buttoning the navy suit he was wearing. Timo knew who the Young Master meant, his master had been holding this back since day one and it turned out to only last until day ten. Timo walked to the rhythm of his employer's steps.
“But... This is the settings of the Big Lord..”.
“That's my car and I'm distracted.. I don't like..”.
Sandro reached out for his hand, Timo gave what his master asked for. Emotions of annoyance were evident on his face. Timo saw this emotional glow from the day Dria came with them.
“Beginning home from work I don't want him to come home together again..”.
“Says from tomorrow Mr...”
“Timothy!”
If his master called his name in such a manner, the address he was already angry and did not want to listen to the rebuttal. Timothy was not like any other assistant who was also their Young Master's friend. He is only an assistant and to achieve this position and salary is not easy, therefore in addition to keep working diligently, he can only do orders and cleverly please the employer so as not to be fired.
“Good Sir..”.
Timo answered and pressed the elevator button for the Young Master, waiting for the elevator door to open a step behind the master. In his brain he began to form a priority scale of work to do, and number one was to contact Mr. Lucas, the assistant to the Grand Master. The Lord has offices elsewhere, so it is impossible to meet Mr. Lucas in person here.
Sandro got in the elevator, chatting on the phone with his girlfriend, Emma Lynne. He needs a diversion from his heart, his concentration in recent times was split with the presence of Dria.
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“Em... We had lunch together yes..”
“Today?”
“Of course..”.
“But I have a business lunch today..”.
“We haven't met this week.”.
“I'll set aside time this weekend.. I close yes..”.
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Meanwhile, Emma has not had a long time to talk, and Sandro understands the busyness of the lovers, they are both in the same position in their respective companies, a pile of busy agendas every day makes them rarely meet.
The condition of the relationship is far from normal like a real lover, but they are comfortable with it, have been in the phase of not demanding each other's presence and have a great understanding of the position, the status and status of each. Perhaps this is what has caused their relationship to last for the past three years.
Entering his room, Sandro was still not fully able to expel the anger that ruled his heart. While sitting down he dialed his best friend's number.
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“Ro... briefly lunch at Rit*z Carlto*n, we have lunch...”.
“Sorry Dear Young Master.. Even if I am not as busy as you, I do not accept meetings without any prior appointments.
“Argemiro... I was there at twelve noon... You should come!”.
Sandro tightened his voice at the end of the sentence affirming his unwillingness to be rejected, making Miro on the other side move away.
“Wow Young Master.. This ear is getting less sensitive because you always scream at me..”.
“You can go to the ENT doctor and send the bill to me...”.
“Hahaha... Well we meet there, San..”
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Sandro put the black phone on his big desk, still sitting in the glory chair of this office his eyes fixed on Timothy, waiting for the details of the work this morning.
“Meeting is ready Mr...”
“Now?”
Timothy could not answer carelessly.
“Iya Sir..”
Sandro again grabbed his goal then immediately stepped out followed by Timo.
Sandriana is one of Sandro Kristoffer Darwis' staff secretaries. Dria only glanced for a moment as Sandro and Timo walked out of the most noble room in this office. There was a meeting this morning and Dria had never been involved with anything called meeting because her task was just behind this desk with a pile of files related to the work of the Young Master.
Sandro captured Dria's shadow with his eyes, the only one of the five staff in the room who didn't stand up as he passed by either when he arrived earlier or later. Sandro pursed his lips.
“The child should be taught politely-cantun.”.
Timo who observed his master's movements kept a smile behind his master.
"Any, he said he didn't want to see Non Dria... It is precisely Non Dria who does not confront you, sir..."
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During the day with cloudy sunny weather, still the earth in this part of the city feels hot, hot, therefore people in good living strata find a comfortable place to skip lunch in the midst of busyness.
In the restaurant section of a five-star hotel in the city, two friends from High School are sitting facing lunch. Reading the words of his best friend, Miro knew Sandro was in a bad mood.
“Something bothers you?”
“Slightly but the impact is bad.. is that it?”
“Mmmh..”
“Surely something extraordinary for a Young Master, so that it can be so heart-shaking.”.
“Obviously, just so annoying..”.
Miro keeps a smile hearing ambiguous sentences from the lips of someone who has a character like his best friend. Usually he is calm, firm, tends to be cold and will not be defeated by any problem. Mega Buana is included in the list of ten strongest companies in Asia with sales value, profit, assets, and market value are very stable and in the most profitable position with hundreds of billions of dollars profit.
What's troubling one of the heirs of a business empire in the country?
“Emma cheating?"
"No way, how dare?"
"Or... Emma doesn't want to get married? You called the wedding that time..”
“Who said.. that plan is certain, next year or two we will get married..”.
“San... it's still a long way, not sure...Jeez I'm confused with you guys, you're 33 years old, Emma 30 years old..... what are you waiting for?”
“We wait for the best time..”.
“When? Looks like a lot of good times you guys have missed.”.
“Emma still needs time to strengthen its business and expand its business expansion. After all, getting married now or later makes no difference, the woman I will marry is only one, Emma only.”.
“Young Master.. Now I conclude you guys don't really want a wedding..”
Sandro stopped bribing his food and looked at Miro in a way that asked.
“The final goal of a human being is marriage. You two do not have that goal.”.
“We have that plan..”
“It was just a discourse, Young Master.. I know you, at least I know Emma too.. Business is everything for Emma now… even I doubt that your bond is based on love.”.
“Don't make it up. We have been three years together, there can't be no love..”.
“That could have happened San.. people survive in one relationship without love..”.
“Why conclude like that?”
“Mmmh... how to explain this.. Your relationship with Emma is not like my relationship with Audreey..”.
“Ya... you've been irrational since meeting Aubrey..”.
“Audreey, Young Master.. Audreey! How many times do I have to correct my wife's name? Still you mispronounced his name..”
“In my ear the name sounds the same..”.
“Mmmh, I was curious..What was your first love named Aubrey, Young Master?”.
Sandro smiled slightly, this spontaneous name always appearing in his memory.
“That's my sister's middle name..”
Suddenly Sandro recalled the anger of his heart, yes the girl was the source, and he grimaced a little considering having just acknowledged Sandriana as his sister.
“Dria? Oh oh.. I deserve it. I remember you loved her so much.
Sandro's mind immediately wandered through space and time... He could not deny that he loved Sandriana very much. She was only an only child, the little baby girl who was more in the care of the mother got a precious place in her heart.
"San... Where is Dria now? I wonder what she is like now, surely she is beautiful. I cannot forget the look in her eyes like asking us to show affection, hahaha she was adorable in those days.”.
Sandro did not deny that, at that time he knew his feelings for the little girl who was said to be his sister, he also still remembered always being devastated by the look of the almond round eyes of Sandriana. In the present, why was his heart so restless and angry?
“San?”
Miro raised her voice to find Sandro's eyes dreamy.
“Eh?? We're talking about me and Aubrey.”.
“Iya Dear Young Master.. earlier I asked about Sandriana Aubreymu..”.
“Not that, I mean about your perception before about me and Emma..”.
Sandro grimaced to find the mistake of his speech. Sandriana Aubrey is the name she gave to a tiny baby born in her home twenty-three years ago.
“You know San...Everything talks about Emma, your expression and tone of voice is too poor emotion.”.
“Ro... You are herding me with your own perception of our relationship..”.
“I observed you Young Master.. I know what I saw..”.
“And I feel it, do not interpret it according to your logic.”.
“Listen to me Sandro.. You often say since I met Audreey I became irrational and naive... I think actually that's how love. When I saw Audreey, my heart said this is my woman, and you know..I would do anything for Audreey, willing to replace everything I have with her.”.
“You did not sacrifice anything, you get him easily..”.
“It was just how to express my feelings about having Audreey, the other one as if it was meaningless... Because she was so important and precious to me then I immediately married her.
“It sounds weird Miro..”
“That is what I mean why I make sure among you there is no love, especially you Young Master… no passion or explosions of feelings that encourage you to immediately have it..”.
Sandro quietly did not refute, starting to ponder about Emma…
“Having Emma, is it important to me? Is Emma my final destination?”
“If one day there is a woman who shakes your world, overturns your heart, unravels all your emotions, she may be someone you love, Young Master Sandro Kristoffer Dervish… I can prove my argument to be true that it's not Emma.”.
Sandro immediately laughed cynically disdaining Argemiro's statement.
“There won't be anything like Miro, nonsense..it's a strange definition of love...the woman I love already exists, no need to prove it from you. it's Emma..”.
“I look forward to that time Young Master, when you fall in true love.You will definitely pass by if you are a normal man… you should know more about this..”.
Sandro stared at the ceiling of the restaurant with a new thought entering his brain, questioning about his own love.
How to love someone in truth? Is he really stupid about this, impossible, his iq value is above average.
Sandro snorted imperceptibly, the intention of lunch with his best friend because he wanted to parse about a fret because Sandriana actually added to the tangle of the content of his thoughts with the perception that his best friend had just talked about him who did not really love his lover.
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Whatever the definition of love... For the author the best love statement is when readers give the best appreciation for my story.... 😘😘😘🤭🤭🤭
Trying to write about Young Master, trying a new side in the process of hammering.... But please do not compare with the Young Master next door, especially the most top Young Master in the universe... 😘🥰
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