The Charm of Love Amartha
Found her
Satya asked for permission to get out, he intended to meet the taxi driver who was still silent, silent a thousand languages. Satya carried a small book that would convince the middle-aged man.
Satya immediately drove her car at medium speed joining other vehicles to use the highway.
It did not take long, finally Satya arrived at the apartment Firlan used to question the driver.
The few people standing guard in front of the unit immediately bowed respectfully as Satya came. They immediately let their master in.
"Master?" Firlan who was originally sitting on the sofa immediately moved.
"Where is he?" ask Satya.
"There was in the room" Fitlan said, referring to a room.
"Take him here" said Satya who sat on the sofa.
"Well," Firlan immediately went towards a room.
Firlan knocked on the door before opening it.
"Sir Ardi, my master wants to meet you" said Firlan telling the man sitting in the chair to follow him.
"After that you can go home," continued Firlan.
Hearing the black-clothed man's words, Mr. Ardi followed what was ordered. He went to see a man sitting on a sofa.
"Please, Sir..." Satya smiled and showed where the man could sit.
"Include my name Satya, sorry if my bodyguards and assistants make you uncomfortable." continued Satya introduced himself.
"Sir Ardi, there is something I want to ask," said Satya politely, but the man was still silent.
"Have you ever driven a pregnant woman? like this is his face," Satya said while showing a photo of Amartha to Mr. Ardi.
"This is my wife her name is Amartha. It just so happened that he left the house, and according to a cctv in a shopping mall. My wife took your cab, is that right, sir?" ask Satya. Mr. Ardi was still silent, he was not so easy to believe the confession of the man before him.
"Father can see this marriage book if you still doubt if I am the husband of the woman," Satya proffered a marriage book, Satya said, mr. Ardi matched the photo in the book with the handsome man before him at the moment. Then he put the red wedding book back.
"I need information from my father. I am very worried about my wife who is pregnant. I was afraid that something would happen to him" Satya said.
"Well, I'll tell you where I took down the woman in the photo" Mr. Ardi said.
"Lan, I asked for a paper and a pen," Satya told her assistant.
"Well, sir." said Firlan, he went to get a pen and a piece of paper and danced it on the table.
"Please, Sir..." Satya pointed at the item that Firlan had just given her.
Mr. Ardi then grabbed a pen and wrote down the address on the white paper, complete with the characteristics of the house where the woman he just knew was named Amartha.
"Hopefully the madam is still there" said Mr. Ardi while giving a paper to Satya.
Satya read the address written by Mr. Ardi, finally he could find a glimmer of hope to find his wife.
The old Taj, Firlan came carrying a brown envelope containing sheets of money and handed it to Satya.
"Thank you for the help, sir. Please accept," Satya said while giving the envelope to Mr. Ardi.
"It doesn't need to be like this, sir." Mr. Ardi refused to accept the money.
"Yes, thank you very much" said the taxi driver.
"If there's nothing to ask anymore, I guess I can leave here," said the middle-aged man again.
"That's enough, thank you. You can go home now. Mr. .. once again thank you," said Satya.
"Excuse me" said Mr. Ardi, rising from his seat and leaving Satya, who was still sitting.
"Lan?" satya called Firlan.
"Yes, Master!" sahut Firlan who directly approached his master.
"We go to this place, take Vira with you. Maybe if Amartha does not want to meet me, at least Vira can persuade him to come home," said Satya.
Firlan calls Vira and tells her she must get ready to pick up Amartha. Vira who has been worried for a few days about her best friend without thinking long enough to agree with Firlan's request.
Not wasting much time Satya asked Firlan to drive, the man sat in the back passenger seat. His heart was very worried, I don't know.
Firlan immediately proposes a vehicle to Vira's contract.
"Lan, go faster!" satya said, he was very impatient.
"If I step deeper into the gas, we are directly different in nature, sir!" firlan.
"Gosh, that sucks him," muttered Satya. The man was very agitated, Firlan occasionally saw his boss from the rearview mirror located at the front.
Firlan immediately turned his car towards Vira's contract. The woman with short hair immediately walked over quickly as Firlan lowered her car windshield.
"Sit in front" said Firlan as she extended her hand to open the car door from the inside.
Vira enters and sits in the passenger seat next to the driver, and he is shocked to see his best friend's husband sitting in the back seat. But he did not say much, Vira immediately closed the door and put on a seatbelt.
"Lan, speed up!" exclaimed Satya, Firlan just shook her head not understanding. From then on he was told to speed up his car, while this road meanders and climbs.
"Good God, patience Firlan! sabaabarr..." Firlan stroked her own chest.
While Vira who was looking at Firlan who was so inwardly stressed could only say, thank you!
Meanwhile, Kenan who had intended to order a commercial aircraft pu. undo his intentions. He chose to use a private jet to go to his home country, he did not want to waste much time. He wants to see Amartha. Irwan has bagged the address where his former boss's wife lives. Once at the airport, Kenan was immediately picked up by his man.
"We go straight there" Kenan told the man behind the wheel.
He left not with Irwan, only one driver and several bodyguards were riding in different cars.
"Don't let me know about my coming here" Kenan said.
"Okay, sir." said the man sitting behind the wheel.
Kenan sat down restlessly. He saw his watch several times, he had been driving for quite a long time but had not yet reached his destination.
"How does he know a place like this? did he have to run this far to find calm?" muttered Kenan as he passed the winding road.
"Are we still far away?" ask Kenan.
"It's close, sir." replied the man who was controlling the driver of his car.
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