The Childish And The Beast
#17 Words and Words
Beautiful with a beautiful body. Rejection will not come with the secretary's formal attire and high-grade heels.
He stopped at a door whose hands were open. Meet the people inside.
“Pak, bad news.”
Light frame covering wall. The face of the controller he was talking to seemed indistinct.
This maroon red span skirt user is back to talk, “David seems to fail.”
This man is standing at the end of his desk. Knock-knock on smooth resin table surface with his sturdy nails. The news is not surprising, it is expected easily in the arrangement of the man's plan.
“I think in a moment he will contact you.”
The tip of this man's lips is lifted, “I also want to meet him.”
“Congratulations, sir.”
“Not yet,” this man raised one picture frame on his desk, “Still need to fight again. Bad personality. Slow down, he must be tame.”
The sound of the talking rope drew the secretary closer. Lifting the roof perfectly.
“Ya, Hello?”
This guy is taking a leisurely walk. Pay attention to every movement of small swimmer animals in their transparent cities. The little details are like an underwater forest.
The algae of the wired communication tool was laid, “Pak. He has contacted.”
Satisfaction often arises with details, “Kelevation my schedule.”
“Good.”
Tapping firmly, the highest end of his shoe touched the ground. Up in front of the large space filled with water that was held back, it let out a bouncing sound. This man still stuck his fingertips into the homes of his favorite swimmers.
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Not from the usual people. This inelegant hand moves the teaspoon forward and back of the cup. Unite all components of coffee with no sound left.
Twenty minutes. The night is getting night. This hairy woman is waiting.
“For a long time no see,” this man looks at the woman's hand movements, “Aa. Looks like I did take too long.”
“Please sit down,” Adira put her spoon next to that little ceramic plate.
This man sat across from Adira, between a table of two ciamik-hewn men.
This handsome virgin smile does not fade, “Onet's stomach is already large loh.”
“The male can not raise his stomach.”
“You still can not be invited to joke,” the gaze of this fish-loving man becomes cold, “Kaku. Not interesting.”
“If I'm not that attractive, why are you bothering my company?”
Adira cringed deeper. He had no idea how long he could maintain his sanity. Virendra, the mastermind who never behaves well.
“Actually what do you mean doing all this? David. What did you tell him?”
The owner of this name does not hold back his laughter, “David who?”
“Stop acting like you don't know anything. I also know if David does not admit anything.”
“How about we talk about something that will happen rather than what has happened? No one knows also who is wrong and right if we continue to disagree.”
Adira laughs mockingly, “Yes, of course you are such a person.”
“So, Adira is ready to hear my offer?”
Tired of being held back comfortable cafe chair backrest, “Sure, let me hear what I will reject.”
This guy named Virendra is angry, “Can you not? When do you want to be arrogant? You are nothing.”
“I consider it just your childish attitude.”
“You kir⏤”
“Master. I'm here because you're the one who's making trouble. You better be aware of your attitude and act mature. Instead of acting like you have nothing.”
“This is why we broke up.”
Adira did not give a meaningful reaction. He tied his finger to the hook of the blue-striped ceramic cup. Enjoy it for a moment until he thought it was enough to give silence.
Special tinkling ceramic, perching cup Adira, “If that's all you want to talk about, I assume you agree to the solution path I choose.”
“Looks like you misunderstood,” Virendra again plays a glass table with the tip of his nails, “I don't intend to ruin anything. This is just a cooperation offer.”
“What cooperation makes you have to work with people you don't like?”
Viren is still very relaxed, “But you need our conversation this time. If you want to continue the Taruna project.”
Adira tense her seat. This woman knew there was someone tall who was already masterminding all the big mistakes leading up to the project. Competition is indeed big, Pancarona was never difficult before.
But hearing Virendra himself talk, see through the archives of problems he made.
“What do you want?” adira's hand, clutching her own hand very hard.
“Abinaya, Transarona. Together. That's what the crowd wants.”
That mocking laugh came back again, “People never knew who I was. They only know the owner of Pancarona is female,” Adira looks straight at this man, “Such incorporation is just your selfishness.”
Virendra is overwhelmed with patience. However, inexplicable, he felt challenged.
“Adira, you are still plain. You should know, there are a lot of bad guys out there. Your company is in danger,” Viren smiled confidently.
“You have to hear yourself.”
Viren. The stubbornness of a woman looks no more than two-star. But the interest of Viren, gave birth to a difficult feeling to keep Adira from one of the ones belonging to the type of girl.
“Unlike your ambition. I will do nothing for ambition. I will do the same thing, over and over again, until I succeed. Failure of that way is better than I have to rely on a figure like you.”
Viren stuck there, “You still believe you can do everything yourself?”
I don't want Adira to respond.
There was a time for kasmaran. This woman really appreciates Viren who views her from her abilities.
Slow sea, opinions become overlapping. Viren with self-respect. Adira is stubborn.
Both walked to their sides.
However, Viren, he is eager to control this woman. Afraid? Could be. He knew how extraordinary this unpopular character was.
“OK. Forget what I said that,” Viren plays his sitting position until one leg hits the other leg, “I know you're smart. Without a supporter like me. You won't survive.”
That consciousness cannot be ignored by Adira.
Pancarona can be successful. But that does not mean he is firm and not troubled. One problem and he saw the path of Pancarona activities will be destroyed.
Minimal support. Rarely a big project. And groups that are not able to handle projects that produce a lot.
Pancarona still has a long way to go.
Viren stands. The assertiveness he had planned was still not enough to pressure this woman. Take time to talk.
“You know I won't shut up until here. That right, I'll make you give it to yourself,” Viren showed off his teeth, “Fun fact, the world is run by men. Admit it faster.”
Adira doesn't like it at all. The words he did not believe from the bottom of his heart. The beard of his heart grew sore, after hearing it spontaneously from the person who made him distrust the man.
“Mari, I'll drive home,” Viren left some money sheets on the table.
“No, thank you.”
Viren approached and looked at Adira's innocent face, “It’s just a manner.”
Adira hates all this.
He was very happy when he could stand alone. It is able to hold a large pole and allow it to grow towering.
The hatred of his heart, as if he could do nothing. It was as if the entire point of his body had no meaning.
Quiescent. Rarity followed. Viren agrees when the woman he once loved asks to approach his studio rather than directly to Adira's house.
The coldness of the night still stuck to Adira's skin, despite sitting in Virendra's car.