SHAHDU IN THE SENDU
Luka
...Part 16's...
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Today is the day of the meeting of shareholders and vendors of large companies in Indonesia. A very reputable company in Dubai is spreading an invitation for them to join the new tender that will involve their existing subsidiary in Indonesia. This trillions-worth tender is a dream for directors and CEOs this season. And, Zain was one of the people who fought hard to make this dream come true.
“Is everything clear?”
“Insyaallah already”. Reza answered steadily
Zain sighed, tidying back the tie and the young ash suit he was wearing, he stepped into the meeting room, Zain was stunned, his net caught the figure of the man he did not want to see, Fery.
Zain continued to step ignoring the gaze from across who was looking with a slanted smile on his face.
Not long after that the director of Dubai Properties came in, respectfully greeting and greeting his guests who came in with all readiness.
This magnificent hall became a battleground for the vendors fighting over the tender, everything they tried to do, until it came to the final design presentation, Zain with a steady step forward, he took a breath and then calmly began to explain the design design of the building that he would offer to the director of Dubai Properties. With all the preparations he and MF International Group employees have made to the fullest extent possible, he is confident that this tender will be his. Zain closed his presentation and respectfully greeted.
“Thanks to the gentlemen who showed me the design. These are extraordinary designs, we are humbled by the effort and effort you put in. With any company later we will cooperate, we are sure we will not be disappointed”. Speak to meeting leaders
“Alright gentlemen all, after we have seen and considered, then we decided to take the design from United Agung Prakarsa, courtesy of Mr. Fery Prakarsa”.
Zain was dumbstruck, his eyes staring in disbelief at Fery, Fery who realized the meaning of Zain's gaze was smiling obliquely.
His hands clenched, a second later Zain got up from his seat and left the hall with a boisterous human cheer inside.
MF Iternational Group
“Arghh... **** ...!!!”
“Damn it, jerk lo Fery jerk”. Zain slammed the things on his desk.
“Zain, don't be like this, calm yourself”
“Lo do not know how much this tender means to me Reza, this is my dream”
“ This is a thing that is beyond our control, our task is just to try, to try as we can. Have we not tried our best all along, we have put everything we can Zain. And now that the tender didn't work out we won, then what can we do, means it hasn't been our sustenance.
“Arghhhh jerk, go lo, I don't need a lecture lo, go!!!”
“Remember Zain, we are gods, lest you forget your nature as a servant”. Reza turned around and closed the door.
Zain sat down and stretched his back to the back of the sofa, laying his head back while continuing to massage him.
“Ilna”
Zain stood rushing to pick up his phone and looking for a lover contact, not long after the call was connected, he said,
“Hallo darling”
“Ah Yes Zain, just wanted to contact you”
“Iya dear, what's up”?. Zain tried to remain calm in response to Ilna, suppressing all her anxiety. No no, he will explain well, is not Ilna always able to understand it.
“We met ya, in the usual place, I already nyampe ni”.
Degs.. Zain's heart felt in the invisible hand squeeze
“Okay dear, you wait for me yes, I walk now”.
Zain ran to the car, ignoring the clothes that did not look neat anymore, he rushed towards the cafe subscription himself and Ilna.
Arriving there Zain circulated his gaze and saw Ilna who sat while wiping her drink at the right back table.
“Darling, I'm not late right”? Zain sat with a slightly hunting breath, he was completely screwed.
“You've eaten?”
Zain shook his head
“We order a meal first ya”. Said Ilna as she cried, then she called the waiters and ordered some food and drinks for Zain.
After their orders arrived, Zain and Ilna ate in silence, until the food was gone.
“Sayang..
Zain heard the words of his beloved, what does this mean?
“Sayang...
“But I'm sure your bad habit will stop soon, because you have a wife who cares about you terribly, don't you?” Again Ilna preceded Zain who was about to speak.
“Ilna stop!” Zain raised his voice
“Zain, I've decided, we end it all now. And Zareen, she is a good woman, don't divorce her”.
Ilna got up from her seat and rushed to leave Zain who was still unconscious with her shock.
“No no, Ilna, Ilna dear..”. Zain stood up and immediately ran after Ilna
“Honey please don't gini, Ilna!!!”
Ilna's car was far away from the cafe, leaving Zain with a stingy breath and a riled face. “Arghh”
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Zain opened the door of the house with a slam, causing a bang that echoed filled the house. Zareen who was in the kitchen ran to the living room where Ningsih and Gema were.
“What's Bu”? Zareen asked in panic
“This woman, lady carrier sial”. With a hardened sultry Zain walked over and brandished his index finger right on Zareen's face.
“Zain!!!”. Reproof Mother
“Zain calm yourself, son, we sit down first yes, we talk well baby, what's the matter, why nak”?
“My life was ruined because of this woman ma'am, my dream was ruined, my dream of building a household with a person I love was ruined ma'am, because this woman Ilna left, Ilna left me, she said, he left me mom ! all because of this damn woman!!!”. Jerk Zain with an echoing cry.
Echoes that had just watched from the sofa, running and holding the hand of the brother, he was quite understanding of what happened.
“Zain, be patient dear, don't raise your voice in front of your wife son, don't scare your wife”
“Wife wife,,, Arghhhh...!” Zain hit the wall behind him very hard, the finger segments leaving red traces on the wall.
“Mas..” With tears in his eyes, Zareen tried to hold Zain's arm. Zain was dismissive
“You weren't supposed to be my wife, and you didn't deserve it. What I'm supposed to marry now is Ilna, the woman I love. Not you!!”
“Now you leave my house, go home to your mother”
“Zain!!”
‘Go....!!!”
Zareen shook her head with tears that kept on breaking, not long after that she ran into the room and packed her things. Only a few he carried, a few sets of his clothes and one tote bag.
“Iza Iza don't kid, you don't have to go, don't listen to Zain son's talk, he's emotional”
“Gak buk, maybe it should have been like this, even since the beginning of”.
“Honey,, don't talk like that”
“Let him go Bu”
“Im sorry Iza Bu”
Zareen drew Echo's hand, with Zareen's eyes ringing out of the house she lived in three months ago, their wedding house, Zareen said.
“Zain... This is not Zain my son”. Ningsih shook her head and left.
“Arghhhh...” once again the fist hit the wall.
TO BE CONTINUE
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