The Childish And The Beast
#19 Must Be Struggled Until It Begs
The two wheels finally stopped. Every owner of the eyes inside was seen waiting for a black-white-clothed person to arrive. He knocked slowly on the glass from the steering door.
One press only, and the rider greets him, “Siang sir. Here again take Syifabella. No promises.”
The woman in question was intending to take out her phone. If the housekeeper understands more if Adira shows his online message history with Mr. Hadyan.
“Oh yes,” the guard's father gave a wave towards his partner who is closer to the fence, “Pak Hadyan has told you. Please login.”
The car drove back slowly with the tall black fence open. The driver closed the glass. The pace is heading in the direction that has been directed.
“Told you's. Easy,” this man in casual clothes held his body on the backrest.
Adira returned her phone in the bag she was carrying, “This just came in. Talks haven't started yet,” this woman is looking outside the car, “But, now.”
Be aware of someone's arrival. The car that was still on was ready for the passengers to get off. Open that door and show how neat Adira is.
“Adira! Hahahaha!” the father who has a lot of white hair is happy to welcome.
“Siang sir,” he bowed slightly, “Thank you for agreeing to this meeting sir. You should not have to welcome him to the front like this.”
He laughed again, “You are an amazing guest. I must have welcomed.”
A faint smile was seen on Adira's face. Unable to hold back his admiration for the father who always seemed this spirit.
“Kakek~!” Nanda was no longer shy.
“Hahahaha!” Hadyan patted Nanda on the back, “Why so rarely come here, ha?”
“Work. Morning to afternoon. Night sleep is kek.”
Adira already knows that Nanda is very close to Mr. Hadyan. But he never at any glance thought of this sweet sight.
Hadyan did capture something unexpected trust from Nanda. His warmth made Hadyan's heart brightened. It was like being surrounded by his own children and grandchildren.
“Come in. Entering,” Hadyan stretched out her hand and pointed towards the main door of her house.
These three people set their feet straight towards the terrace of the house. Elegant height with black tiles.
The smell of warm food. Unglazed openings. The thin busyness that still remains. Browse all*****buckle for lunch together.
“A, sir, you shouldn't bother,” hesitantly made, Adira didn't expect a warm welcome to be this big.
He was just widened, “Jam this way, how about if your young kayak more skinny krimping. Nanda, too, heh, didn't you have breakfast this morning? Kan said his mother sells pecel at home.”
“Ye, grandpa, if you come to breakfast too, what is sold?” Nanda laughed.
Adira did not wince. The far-flung frequency made the quiet Adira more out of contention.
Silence, in addition to greeting him in front of him, “Siang, ma'am. It's an honor to be invited at a time like this.”
The wife just smiled enough. Like saying out loud, Adira understands her feelings of dislike.
It's as good as anything these people do. The reality cannot be taken. That her husband almost had difficulties in his health. It was not followed up either. How angry his wife was.
However, with whatever turmoil in themselves, lunch together continues.
The importance there and here is not missed by chefs preparing things. And these four people chose to exchange news.
“Where, have you guys been dating?”
Waw. This one question made Adira almost choke. Nanda who was still chewing with all her might held back her laughter. A tall plain glass was targeted by Adira. Some erections managed to calm him down.
Table meet with glass Adira, “We have no such relationship, sir. Please don't misunderstand.”
Adira's ability to control her facial features. That's really tickling for Mr. Hadyan.
Hadyan has completely removed her cutlery, “Nanda, no comments?”
“Sabar, cake. Still working.”
There's no hope for Adira, really. He had really expected the strange answer that would come out of the mouth of this one man.
Food that does not end is a good thing. The time needed can be used by Adira. That's what he's trouble with. And he has to face it now.
“Sorry, sir. This is about what I reported earlier,” Adira gives its best introduction.
“Oh, yes,” Hadyan took her napkin. Making sure nothing is left on his face, “Abinaya right?”
This guy in his 70s knows it. His favorite architect's bureau has problems particularly in the connection section. Not angry as Adira thinks, he is happy if Adira relies on him more. Adira as her own son.
Nanda stop chewing, “Who?”
The more Adira felt compelled to intervene, “You know the security system AB-Level?”
“Aa, whose CCTV camera can be entered on the wall?”
“Iya. Adinaya created it. Initially they were also architectural bureaus such as Pancarona, but expanded to various branches.”
“But there is news that they just steal people's ideas,” sir Hadyan whispered strangely.
“Mr!” the wife felt that it was not safe to talk about.
Mr. Hadyan laughed, “Indeed right?” sipped several times fresh drink directly from the base of the orange, “Now, our child is hit.”
Nanda still has not had time to take the next meal, “Dira his son grandfather?!”
Of course Mr. Hadyan just laughed.
“Not in biology,” Adira cuts one part of her steak.
And that left an increasingly confused sense for Nanda. But Adira continued.
“I'm really sorry, sir. I have to ask you up to this size.”
In the previous light conversation⏤online call Adira and Mr. Hadyan⏤has been explained as closely as possible will the needs of Adira. But this damning agreement on one side really has to be resolved from eye to eye.
“Try. Tell me,” his chewing is done in time, “Why can the boy threaten you so, ha? How can I?!”
“As I explained earlier, sir. I think it was Abinaya who almost foiled our presentation schedule with Taruna. Not only that, a lot of sabotage of building materials. Until our cooperation with them should break up.”
It's just a guess. But seeing Virendra behind him, Adira has no more doubts. Especially with the existence of some funds given by Arjuna for this project.
“And a few days ago, I met his successor. It's clear what he wants.”
“Taruna Project huh?”
Adira nodded. Actually he felt Viren's intentions were more than that. Viren's greed, he must want to rule over all of Pancarona.
“Then, funding my husband?” the wife knows exactly what she means.
“No problem with funding. Everything is safe and I guarantee it. But that's the problem. Funding is not going anywhere.”
Hadyan put some of her fingers in front of her mouth, “They didn't let you prepare the construction?”
Adira nodded slowly assuring, “For now there is a small cover that can be used. But not next. Taruna Project alone can not run, let alone other projects.”
“Huuuh, look, I have a reliable contractor acquaintance. He also had a lot of connections for his materials. If you prepare a proposal, can I help you there.”
Adira. He did know the news of Mr. Hadyan's closeness with the newly spoken person. He wished he had given this honor. But so soon? It was unexpected.
“Father really?” Adira returns with her manner.
“Why wear hesitate? I must have helped. I promised you, right?” he went back to eating the warm soup.
While Nanda looked at Adira with a bright face. He was glad to be here.
Like a story that can be short. Their long togetherness felt short. And it's time they got back on their way home.
“Kakek is still easy going,” Nanda put his seat belt on, “But his kayak grandmother got angrier.”
Adira put her bag beside her, “You how else? We asked for help. Instead of working together that benefits both.”
“But grandma wouldn't be that angry if I didn't make the mistake that I used to, right?”
Look again at this spiritist man. His spirit seemed to return even though he had just said something sad.
“Etherway, all smoothly, right?”
“Ya, thank you,” Adira really said it sincerely, “Project can be sure to continue until finished.”
Nanda excited, “So... second date?”
“Pak, take Nanda to Pancarona first just deliver me home.”
“Good, bu.”
“Sakit~” but Nanda can still laugh.