The False Lover the Culun
Chapter 38. Fill father's heart

Every man may be a husband, but it's not special not to be a father.

Every father will be faced with the choice of what kind of person he wants to be,

The father figure is soft, happy to play with his son, follow all the wishes of the child, and patient.

Or choose to be a father figure that is hard, firm, often scolding his child, and sometimes forcing something on the child.

Know , the choice of any father figure is all difficult. Because there is a big responsibility there.

The responsibility of making sure his daughter's son is ready when the time comes is when he has to leave for good.

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# SHERINA POV #

I counted the circles I had made on the calendar that was on my desk.

Five .... It has been five days that I am again trapped in a directionless relationship and will somehow end where, my inner self.

I sighed again, it was all I could do to slightly dampen the tightness when thinking about my love fate.

Then I felt my phone vibrate, Gibran's name on the screen.

“Halo,” my sap.

“Na ... Is your teaching class finished?” tanyakanya.

“Yes, it's been done since. How long should I wait for you?”

“Oh yeah? I'm sorry I kept you waiting. I have a sudden meeting that I can't leave.”

“Tak problems. All right, I'll just go home.”

“Do not go home first, I want to take you somewhere.”

I exhaled a rough breath. “How much longer do I have to wait? I'm getting bored.”

Long Gibran fell silent.

“You can just go to my office? Wait for me to finish the meeting and we go straight away, how?” his proposal.

“Alright, I'll be there,” break me up.

“Be careful, I'm waiting for you," he said and our phone call ended.

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Twenty minutes later, I had already arrived in front of one of the skyscrapers belonging to El-Fatih Group. Even from a distance it already seemed how magnificent this building was.

Maybe most people think it would be nice to work in a big company like this, but for me personally my dream since childhood is to be a teacher like my parents.

Thankfully, I have managed to achieve 1 dream among the many dreams I still want to achieve.

Like other large companies, when entering the building I was welcomed by 2 female employees who served in the front office.

“Good day Mom, can I help you?” said friendly.

“Siang, I want to meet Mr. Gibran El-Fatih,” I replied.

“What made an appointment before?”

I'm nodding.

“Please wait for a while, we will confirm it first.”

While waiting for me to spread my gaze around the very interesting building in my eyes.

One thing that makes me fascinated with this company, from outside the building the impression of luxury is very felt.

But when I got into the building, I was made glued to the design and architecture of the corporate lobby that successfully brought the corporate identity into the design of his office.

There is a certain section that is specifically for visitors who want to spend time reading.

It feels appropriate if the office lobby section is designed comfortably, effectively, and efficiently because they know this place will be the main highlight.

Before long ... from a distance I saw Rey walking quickly towards me. While the two female employees at the front office desk looked down timidly.

“Nona Sherina ..” her greeting while adjusting the hunting breath.

“Sorry if Miss waited long .. let me take you to Mr. Gibran's room,” he continued.

“No problem, waiting here is very convenient,”.

I don't know what has happened, until the front office employees who also came to me.

“Sorry Miss, we were wrong to have kept you waiting,” he said.

“No need to apologize, you did nothing wrong. What you're doing is part of your job" I replied with a smile.

I saw Rey give some kind of code to the employee through her eyes.

“Thank you Miss, I'm sorry,” said.

I just replied with a nod.

“Mari Nona .. please pass here,” Rey said.

I followed where Rey was going until we were both in the elevator.

“Rey, don't be too stiff on me,” I said.

“Can you be more relaxed?”

“Sorry Miss, I was just trying to be polite,” she replied to reject my request.

“I appreciate that, even though I feel a little uncomfortable.”

“It should be enough for Gibran to behave like that, you should be better than him,”.

Rey looked silent, like she was thinking about what I said.

“Alright, I agree. But only if there is no Mr. Gibran,” he said now with a smile.

Turns out he also knows how to smile, my inner self.

“Yes, you're right .. It's better that way. Don't let us look for trouble with Gibran."

The once cold atmosphere began to melt, until the elevator doors opened and we who were laughing at Gibran got a questionable look by a middle-aged man.

“Mr Nadim? Good afternoon,” my greetings politely.

“Sherina? You want to meet Gibran?” reply Mr. Nadim.

“I-iya Sir,” I replied.

“I just came from his room, but it looks like he is still meeting,” said Mr. Nadim.

“What if you wait in my room alone .. I also want to talk to you about something," he suggested.

“Of course I want Mister, Compared to I have to wait alone,” I replied.

Before we passed, Mr. Nadim sent Rey a message.

“Rey, tell Gibran ... If she doesn't come back in 2 hours, then I'll take Sherina away.”

I just laughed when I saw Rey scratching her head, I'm sure she's in a dilemma.

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In a spacious room, Mr. Nadim and I sat face to face on a soft sofa in the middle of this room.

“How are you? We have never spoken this close before,” said Mr. Nadim.

“I'm good, Mr.”

“Stop calling me Master,” the door. “Call just uncle.”

I replied with a nod.

“You know, I used to admire the way Effendi and Yasmin educated you,”.

“I've known your father for a long time, I'm sure his tenacity is declining on you.”

Mr. Nadim was silent for a moment, it seems like he was remembering his memories with his father.

“Effendi must be proud to see his son has been successful, he once told me if he really wanted to see you teach in front of the class.”

While now I'm very sure if my two neutrals start to glaze over, things that have often happened when someone talks about dad or Shafiyyah.

“Sherina, what is your relationship with Gibran, my son? answer honestly," asked Mr. Nadim.

I did not expect that Mr. Nadim would suddenly ask this question.

What should I answer? my inner.

“Ka-we are lovers,” I replied stammering.

“Why does your answer sound dubious?” ask again.

I smiled and answered Mr. Nadim's question.

“Can uncle ask you for help?” tanyanya.

“What help Uncle? If I can, I'll help, my”.

“Can you help me to stay by Gibran's side? Give her support when she gets tired?”

As soon as I scrunched my forehead.

“You need not hesitate, I know if your relationship is now an agreement.”

Now I was stunned, not expecting Mr. Nadim to know all.

“Why did Uncle ask me for help? Gibran would never listen to me, either" I said.

“He heard, only you didn't realize it.”

“I can feel that, only you son, only you can," he said confidently.

Mr. Nadim took a long breath.

Behind the wrinkles on his face, I knew that behind that firm and authoritative face, there was a father figure who was very worried about his son.

“Gibran since childhood hard dictated by his mother. Uncle can not do anything, because uncle knows how the struggle of uncle's wife when he was young to be like today.”

“I saw my wife as a young man in you Sherina,” said Mr. Nadim.

“As a father, I want you to faithfully accompany my son, Gibran."

"Get him when he's tired, reassure him when he's in doubt, and accompany him when he's alone,” said Mr. Nadim.

“But I don't know uncle this relationship will last until when,” I replied honestly.

Mr. Nadim smiled at me, "According to my hunch, you guys will last a long time.”

“Eatya I hope you ... Reassure Gibran if he deserves it and only he can pass on El Fatih Insan Unggul.”

Mr. Nadim looked at me with a face full of hope. While honest in heart I was afraid to promise.

I am afraid because my greatest desire at this time is to quickly finish all my business in this city, then return near Mother.

I've never even been as brave as Mr. Nadim, imagining that a false relationship with Gibran would last.

Honestly, I don't want to, because I don't want that feeling to come back and end up hurting myself, my inner self.

But the look of the face full of hope from Mr. Nadim made me could not bear to reject it.

I feel guilty if I refuse his request. I can imagine what if the one looking at me right now is Dad.

If I refuse, Dad will be disappointed if he is in the position of Mr. Nadim

In the end I nodded.

“I'll do my best Uncle,” I said.

“As long as I can, as long as the opportunity exists, I promise to be a loyal supporter of Gibran,” my promise to Mr. Nadim.

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