Sandriana, My Lovely Sist
Part 8's. A Brother's Promise
The quiet life of the Young Master Sandro shifted completely, the days passed now contained turmoil due to a Sandriana.
Dria had just passed her when Sandro came out of the elevator and Dria was heading to the toilet. For a moment they looked, then Dria lowered her head as every employee did when meeting face to face with the young ruler Mega Buana. No one dared to stare at Sandro's cold face any longer, this included Dria now.
Sandro…
“Dria..the look in his eyes is still the same, still so bothering me, like asking me to..”.
He walked into his room with thoughts of Dria not coming off lately. Young Master Sandro Kristoffer shook his head many times like shaking such a reckless mind disrupted the systematic performance of his brain.
“That knight...he's my sister... I used to love him so much... Why did I deliberately keep him away from me?”.
While sitting in his most glorious chair Sandro kneaded his temple.
“Master? Any problem? Are you sick Mr?”
Timothy caught his Master's movements while putting down some files that the Director had to sign.
“No... there is nothing..”.
Sandro calmed himself down and straightened his mind. Every time the name Sandriana Aubrey comes up again, there is a sense of guilt in the heart. Dria has been here for two months and she's been ignoring the girl. Sandro finally began to count in his heart, the way he diverted erratic thoughts. But on the count of fifty, the name appeared again…
“Timothy..”.
“Ya Sir..”
“Mana my tablet..”
“This Mr...”
Sandro ignored the row of black files that Timo had lined up in front of him. He opened his tablet, opened a file he had learned last night, focused on the work maybe more quickly straightened out his mind. But Sandro was unable to concentrate, his mind was out of actual track.
Sandro looked at Timo now, he needed someone else's help.
“Tell me what jobs are urgent?”
Sandro put down the tablet.
“Master needs to sign this document..”
Timothy kept his smile, Young Master has never been this forgetful in the morning so he has to remind what his first routine job is.
After the bustle of scratching his precious signatures...
“Mr... There is a MedcoEnergy Director on the phone..”.
Timothy handed him a black flat object that became the official channel for several long-distance business conversations.
Finally Young Master can enter into his work routine and become busy until noon and momentarily forget the turmoil because of Dria.
“Master... will you take a break now? I'll have them arrange lunch if you want to eat now.”.
"Yes... Do it."
The honourable master went out from the front of the large table where he sat doing his work these hours… Sandro stretched his hand upward on the side of the glass wall facing the outside looking up at the daytime sky from where he stood.
Then Sandro checked his special device, not up to ten names in his contact list. There's one new addition to the list, which Timothy secretly does. This assistant dares to keep Dria's number in his gawai must be on the orders of the papi, and somehow since he found out that he did not protest, leaving it like that and there is no intention to remove it.
His eyes looked at Dria's profile note, there was Dria's email also stored there and there was a profile photo of Dria smiling, it was very beautiful. Sandro's lips were slightly raised observing Dria's profile photo, she could only enjoy looking right at Dria's face for a longer time through this photo.
The memories of ten years ago came close…
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“Dee... don't be sad yes... don't cry again..”.
Sandro wiped away the tears that had soaked Sandriana's cheeks, tightly hugging her sister who had cried so much since the doctor declared their mother had left.
“Dee can not sister.. Dee's heart hurts, why mommy must go now, mami promised mami will recover.”.
“We cannot resist the will of the power, Dee..”.
“Dee herself now.. Dee has no mami...”.
“There is a big brother, Deedee.. Sister will stay here from now on..”.
“But college sister?”
“Nearly finished.. big sister don't need to stay there anymore..”.
“Sister should promise not to leave Dee too like mommy..
“Iya brother promise... brother will not be far from Dee, brother will always be there for Dee... brother promise will continue to take care of you.. let's not be sad again yes…"
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A promise he had broken, even the first time he saw Sandriana he immediately pushed the girl away from her, the reason for the matchmaking that mom made, made her do that to Sandriana. Now, he didn't see the papi would make that happen. Every time he tried to pry the contents of papi's heart, he never found it. But he has built thick walls, raised mountains, deepened chasms, and widened the distance between himself and Sandriana…
“She's my sister...my beloved sister....what have I done to her these two months?”
Back Sandro regretted in his heart about his actions.
"Master... Your lunch is ready..."
Timothy stops the Young Master's cross-time odyssey.
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Late in the afternoon after a meeting outside, when he got out of the elevator, Young Master Sandro immediately looked for Dria with his eyes. Behind him are Timo and Barry.
“Make me coffee..”
“Good Sir..”.
Timothy answered but then passed the order on to Barry in a whisper-like voice.
“Barry...all for us..”.
Barry immediately turned to the break room while retrieving the device from his light brown leather sling bag intending to send a chat to Dria, saying it was impossible right now. Who else can make coffee as good as Dria's. The Young Master caught Barry's movements with his tail.
“Ask Dria who made coffee for me as usual and have Dria take it to my room..”.
Timo quickly processed that command in his brain…
“Didn't you forbid Dria to do something for you Sir and connect directly with you Sir? Ah Mister... I didn't hear wrong?”
Timo sped up his pace to almost match the handsome man's step while widening his eyes, his forehead slightly raised.
“Meanor?”
“You know what I mean.. You are neither deaf nor stupid.”.
The Young Master continued walking with his footsteps, his gaze looking back at Dria who was standing like looking for something on the storage rack of a row of important files. While Timo saw the direction of his Master's gaze immediately turn towards Dria with a feeling of disbelief, Timo was surprised by the reaction of the Young Master who was different from his expectations. But there was actually a feeling of relief because it turned out that the Young Master actually knew who made the coffee, no need to cover it up anymore.
Timo understood something that at least he saw the door of the Young Master's heart began to openly accept and acknowledge the existence of Dria here. The Young Master's attitude towards Sandriana secretly had to be reported routinely to the Great Lord.
The Young Master had turned into his room and Timo stopped right beside Dria.
Dria who was focused on finding the files she needed was surprised by the presence of the Young Master's secretary. The main secretary took a step back, thinking too much about the Young Master's attitude made him not control his own pace.
“Ah Sorry Non Dria..”
“Ah no problem... What task sir?”
Timothy looked at Dria for a moment, personally he had noticed Dria and he had many times seen Dria's sad gaze towards her Young Master. Knowing from Ms. Lia how the Young Master treated this very sweet lady, Timothy was actually curious about the behavior of the Young Master today towards Miss Dria.
“Begini Non Dria.. Young Master ask to make coffee...”.
“Ah? Earlier this morning it was sir.. a day should be one glass only..”.
“But the Lord asks again now.”.
“Oh? All right... a minute sir... Brother Barry where ya?”
"Barry's in the break room..."
Timothy answered and then shifted a bit to make room for Dria to move.
"Sir Timo wants to be made?"
"Yes Non Dria... Thanks..."
"Sister Delfris would? Hope and Gio will too?"
Dria asked the three men who were still so serious about their respective duties.
"Ehmm. may.. can Non Dria..."
Hope replied while raising her face that was too good for work, looking at Dria with gratitude.
"alright... Just a minute, yeah..."
Dria immediately headed for the pantry in the room where they were resting.
“Non... later Non Dria who deliver directly to the Young Master's table.. don't need to ask Barry again who delivered it..”.
Timothy said with a gloating face, still telling the Young Miss to do something felt bad, even more afraid to be known by the Great Lord. But Dria's attitude is low profile and always denied his status makes Timo a little cool.
Dria stopped and turned to look at Timothy while shaking her head. It had been here from the beginning that Dria knew that the Young Master forbade her from interacting directly with him. Sad feelings about it still often appear in the heart.
“I don't dare, mr. Timo.”.
Dria said in a changed expression and tone of voice, she did not want to face directly that cold face in an angry expression, he had seen that when Delfris neglected something important with regards to the appointment with the Young Master's colleague.
“It's okay Non Dria.. Young Master knows it turns out Non Dria who always make coffee..”.
“Ah time sir? But why does Young Master never get angry if he knows about it..”.
“I do not know Non, but it was very clear that Young Master asked Non Dria who made coffee..”.
“Young Master calls my name directly?”
“Iya... obviously ask Non Dria this time and ask Non Dria who drove herself..”.
Dria's mouth was rounded and reflexively looked towards the Young Master who was already sitting quietly on his throne of greatness. Infiltrating the feeling of what her name was in Dria's chest, Dria slowly walked towards the resting room, twisted her neck once more and found the Young Master's gaze, a few seconds intertwined gaze, Dria wanted to smile but she held back her heart not wanting to quickly interpret something different about the Young Master's attitude.
Dria first disconnected the view and began to think how later when entering the main room of this magnificent building. He had looked inside hundreds of times, and could always only observe the room from outside the glass.
Because the feeling that began to worry Dria not really focused, until had to twice make a coffee remake.
“Why Non Dria?”
Barry, who was still waiting in the same room, was astonished that Dria had thrown the coffee she had made into the sink.
“It.... uh it's too bitter..”.
“Actually it is not a problem if the coffee is thick, for Hope and Delfris only, sometimes if they make their own coffee is very thick..."
"Ah yes.. but I already threw it away sister. I made it again, for the two of them I just make it separate..."
Dria sighed and exhaled calmed her heart. Moments later...
"Sister Barry please bring this one... "
Dria pointed to a tray of four cups of coffee for the row of coolest men in this building, then she brought her own coffee that belonged to Young Master.
"Non Dria's... That's for Young Master, right?"
"Yes... I'm the one who brought it now, brother... That's what Timo said..."
"Oh? Seriously like that?"
"Ah?... Da... Mr. Timo said that."
Both of them seem doubtful, but it is impossible for Mr. Timo to order like that if there is no basis. Barry finally brought a tray of coffee for them.
Recently Dria brought a tray of coffee from the break room with great care, she was afraid of spilling a single drop and was afraid that her homemade coffee this time was different and could not satisfy the man, she said, the prince is the heir to a business he'd love to see as his brother. Dria's gaze was only fixed on the coffee glass, the feeling that mastered it like her fate for a moment would depend on a glass of black liquid that was steaming hot.
And the Young Master was unable to take his eyes off Dria who was walking towards his room. Dria's serious face provokes a memory of the past every time Dria asks to be taught something, her almond eyes will be round funny with pursed lips, but she will continue to pay attention to what Sandro teaches. The Young Master's face softened.
As Dria walked into his room Sandro turned his gaze to some files on his desk, suddenly a sense of being so foreign invaded his heart, want to continue to see Dria but there is a sense of prestige because all this time never treated Dria kindly. And there was something strange about the reaction of his body, his hands were sweating. Sandro grabbed his golden balpoint, twirling between the index finger of his middle finger and ring finger to distract his sudden, erratic feeling, trying to control yourself so that you can be calm in front of Dria.
Instead Dria approached Sandro's desk still feeling anxious. It first went to ‘aquarium’ and it was really like diving in deep water, as his lungs slowed down so much that he almost had a hard time taking one next breath. Dria tensed her way into this room, wanting to quickly put down the coffee cup and get out.
“Excuse Mister..”
Dria put the coffee glass on the desk that has made millions of dollars carefully. Dria's voice came out so slowly, but it could penetrate Sandro's eardrum. Sandro raised his head, their gazes met. Dria was hypnotized for a moment, glaring at Sandro's delicate eyes. So different from before, it was the gaze that she recognized from the figure of this handsome man that a gaze very attached to her mind, the gaze that Dria longed for.
“Kak Sandro...”
“Eh... This is the coffee Mr...”.
“Ah Yes..”
“Excuse me..”.
Dria immediately turned around, her eyes suddenly heating up and she did not want Sandro to see her shedding tears. Had this older sister not kept her distance, how happy Dria would have been. Since leaving this city ten years ago Dria lost the warmth of her family, father is not close to him so can not fully fill the empty space of his heart when the loss of the mother and when to be separated from the brother he loves.
“Thank you, Dee..”
Dria's steps faltered at Sandro's soft voice, and the call was just two people in the world who called her name that way… and this sentence was completely different from Sandro's previous sentence to her, and the way she said it sounded so different…
“Never interrupt and expect anything.”.
The first sentence that was so heart-scratching was immediately rang out again and made Dria aware, she should not expect anything from Sandro. Quickly Dria stepped out. In the resting room Dria let her tears flow, her heart that was always empty, this time it felt even more empty. Behind his attitude and joy all this time is actually deep in his heart still holds so deep sadness because of the mother and because of the older brother.
Behind him, Sandro stared sadly, his heart ached in the middle. The mention of Dria for him and Dria's attitude towards him like one of her employees now made Sandro dislike.
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