The Childish And The Beast
#23 Seconds
“Then, I will elaborate again,” Daffa tidied up the pile of papers he held, “Today there are five new projects. For division. Pak Wandi's project was handled by team four. Bu Jian..”.
Words that come out of this man, Adira can still catch it easily even though he types out of context. The working day for this time is still piling up demand from everywhere. Busy and busy as usual.
This man continued his report to the highest in Pancarona, “I make sure everything is ready for tomorrow. And for the development of Midshipmen, it is still normal to walk as usual. Virda's team will be directly monitoring it there this afternoon. That's it.”
Adira stops his hand, “Is there any problem outside the project?”
“Pak Danwar is still the same,” Daffa face is not calm, “Bu Hana said he would take a leave of absence sooner because of her pregnancy.”
This woman did not get anything from the topic at issue.
“Oh yes,” Daffa remembered something, “Tadi morning, Ananda...”.
There were many reports that Daffa had about the free-thinking man.
Adira doesn't want to care much about it, but it seems not with Daffa. In the end Adira decided that Daffa did not like Nanda until all the bad things needed to be reported.
What else will Daffa say this time?
“What else? Just say it directly,” Adira is clearly aware of the usual Daffa doubts.
“Pak Virendra met Nanda this morning.”
This woman cannot calm down. His eyes glared for a moment and everything seemed dimly lit in that thought. It was bad enough that he accepted the treatment made by Virendra. And he just covered up the mess.
What else this time? What terrible target would he lure again?
Adira could cry again just by thinking about those speculations.
But no, no will, “What does he do?”
Daffa sorted out what files Adira needed to handle himself, “Beliau. I don't think he likes Nanda close to you.”
Disturbed expression it's clear on the face, “What does it mean⏤”
TING!
That short, high sound came out along with the flickering of a light on one side of the desk phone. Made Daffa look at Adira for a moment, and finally the hand grabbed a button.
“What's up?”
[“Excuse me mr. Daffa, someone is looking for Mr. Adira at the receptionist.”]
Adira stopped thinking about anything else in a few seconds. His brain questioned who else was knocking into this environment he was guarding?
“Who?” this woman did not want to waste time thinking.
[“Emm... said he was your father, bu Adira.”].
There is no other word that can describe the state of Adira other than disbelief. The shockwave he received from his hearing, could not fool his dead-end thinking.
[“Bu Adira, do I need to take her to your room?”]
Wouldn't it be better for him to observe it with his own eyes? After all, Adira did not have enough confidence to be able to roll the red carpet into Pancarona, for this man.
He chose to cut the ribbon before the uninvited guest entered.
“No. I went there,” Adira finally closed the call while he was standing, “Please finish collecting the files I need to handle. After that take care of the project division.”
“Good, bu.”
The Daffa that still survives there carries out what is said. While the peach-colored low heels were speeding constantly forward. Suppose, greetings, must be passed from the crowd of people who get living funds from Pancarona.
Fast onward, but he did not look forward to his own coming up ahead. The receptionist was already only two meters away from him.
“Bu Adira,” the worker at the reception desk was standing up welcoming his boss. It points in one direction, “He's there, bu.”
“Thank you,” unattractive appearance of this woman, clearly getting closer to that open living room.
The head of someone he believes who, now Adira has to face. So did this man, turning his head to look at someone who had been his adopted son.
“Can you quickly tell me your business? I'm busy,” Adira folds both hands in front.
This man stands up, “Don't do that. I just want to bring you supplies. Mother same father who made loh.”
The child sighed, “I can take care of my own food. Tell mom not to bother herself.”
This one father is not out of thought. How could, the beloved eldest son of his ex-wife, not be able to see the kindness of others. There's nothing wrong with just accepting it, right?
“You should be more able to appreciate people's efforts.”
“I take, already right?” this woman received a specially designed bag for supply box, “You can go home now.”
“Dira, many people here. If you look rough with dad, then your men think what?”
If you can belittle her out loud, Adira will. Although he did not want to make a fuss, it was certainly not about paying attention to people's opinions.
Since when did Adira think about people's opinions? He would do what was necessary without thinking about such a complicated thing. His heart and the hearts of others need not always be connected. And in Adira's heart, it was hard to find this man here.
A riot? Adira thinks it could have been, if this guy hadn't left.
“Quieter if you go now,” Adira get ready to go, “I'm serious.”
“Heeeeh..., you still can't trust your dad?” his sore smile he showed along with his gesture that was preparing to leave, “How else, you are really busy anyway. Dad go home first.”
Adira can rest easy for now. This guy really left without dodging at all. But there are still many new things that need to be dealt with face-to-face. He can't just stand here.
Like this stock. Less grateful, Adira thought that was not the case. Only, it seemed to feel nauseous at the thought of the man. Rarely, Adira can feel herself not craving to eat anything.
“♪Hati~ku ails~ When I saw him~ Carry provisions that are not for me~♪”
And his ears finally found, Nanda started to chant indistinctly.
“Whisper you, Nan!” Omar who does not want to know anymore, began bullying this junior of his work, “Sorry Mom. He's hungry again.”
This handsome face of Nanda could not turn around from Adira. He smiled as if looking at a charming woman in the heart and could not escape it.
But those eyes gave Adira another thought. Is that hungry Nanda?
It's a coincidence, isn't it?
The bag was moved from Adira to the dining table between him and Nanda, “Then please.”
Nanda was surprised not to play. Plus Omar who basically already knew this boss since school. This unexpected treatment turned out to be provoked by Nanda's irrational attitude.
Is the world already upside down with the sky at the center of the earth?!
“Taste Dira?!” Nanda was even excited to receive the bag.
“Not.”
“Continue? From whom?”
“Someone who can cook.”
Just one second was confused, the second second everything was even more confused. But Nanda is not his name if he does not respond to everything with a smile.
“Ok, thanks~” Nanda opened the bag.
Instead, Omar tried to stop Nanda, “Bu, don't take care of her, bu.”
“No,” Adira instantly responded, “I'm not hungry. Hence it is better Ananda who eats than stale.”
Nanda confused, “Why? Problem?”
Adira would certainly accept asking that, but certainly not her obligation to answer. What's more....
“Nby the way. About you meeting someone, this morning..”.
“Meet people? Oh, your ex?”
Again, unfiltered this man spoke. Omar's mouth can't be closed anymore.
“No, forget. Please enjoy the food,” Adira chose to go rather than answer it.
Making these two OB men quiet was not calm. Plus Omar.
“What are you starting now?!” Omar gave an unfriendly look towards Nanda.
“What? Kan was asked-in, yes answered dong!”
This man only wished for the safety of his junior. Up to the muscles, fatigue runs rampant. Makes her think she wants to eat for herself.
“Soah! Don't want to know,” he went, “Mau to minimarket, nitip gak?”
“Grubber candy! Thanks.”
In between that lunch, I thought. What really happened to Dira and Virendra?