The Gelora of Love The Randalous
26

Go home from work Gista immediately lay down his tired body on the floor mattress in his room . For a moment he wanted to unwind after a day of fighting with numbers .

TINNGGG ....

A message again , and Gista was sure it was from her ex-husband . It has been a week since Gibran sent a message, the man wants to meet him . Not meant to ignore but this one week is really exhausting for him . Gista always replies to the message if they can't meet yet because Gista is busy with her work .

Lena Wijaya and Mr. Alif really galvanize it hard as if the Wijaya Group would be his . Though he used to think most would be accepted into OG in that big company, in fact he was forged hard to learn all about the company .

Lena once offered him a stay at the apartment but Gista rejected it subtly . The Wijaya leader's woman gave him a luxury apartment with the reason to facilitate Gista's access to the company . According to him Gista's current residence is too far away from the company .

And Gista does not deny it, but it seems unethical if he accepts something so luxurious that he has not made any contribution to the company . He was indeed planning to move after his first salary came out . Gista will rent a contract or boarding house closer to the company . He had heard that in the area where he worked many homes were rented .

I know we have no relationship but you wrote in the letter yourself if we still have to keep the friendship . I just wanted to meet .. nothing more.

Hufft .... Gista saw his watch, still afternoon . It seems like it's okay if she goes out for a while to meet her ex-husband . Who knows there really is an important thing they should talk about, maybe about the process of separation . Finally he replied to the message ,

We meet at XX cafe at 7pm tonight

After that Gista rushed to clean himself and prepared, because he did not have his own vehicle then the woman walked towards the ojek base . But his eyes squinted when there was no one at the usually crowded ojek base .

Ten minutes he waited for a taxi or taxi passing by but the road in the market area was not so crowded . No public transport passing by .

" Lhohh Mbak Gista what are you doing here, already want this night !! "

Suddenly Mak Sri was already in front of him by riding the matic motorcycle he had . Looks like the woman just bought a side dish at a food vendor lined up selling on the edge of the market if it was late at night .

" Want to ride an ojek but very quiet Mak ! The intention is to go out for a while, "answer Gista as is .

Mak Sri looked towards the ojek base which was indeed very quiet . They don't know if Bram and his friends are getting ready for their battle tonight .

" Lha where the hell is , usually this hour is still rame, " murmured Mak Sri .

" Where is Gista going ?? "

" Ehmmm .. want to go to cafe Xx for a minute "

Gista thought for a moment, it seems like it's only the best solution at the moment . Pity if Gibran has already waited there because the clock has shown the number approaching seven as promised .

" But ... "

" No need to think ! here's the bike, the helmet and the key . STNK is in his motorcycle keychain wallet ! I just walk to the house, the same looking for wind, "said Mak Sri who then got off the bike and took off the helmet to give to Gista .

" Thank you Mak , if there is no Mom I would be confused. "

" Here went out to night ', same heart in the way Mbak . No need to speed up the cafe will not move !! "

After that Gista immediately put his bike in the direction of the cafe, ten minutes later he arrived there and had seen Gibran there . It just so happened that the man chose to sit on the chair outside the cafe so that Gista could easily see it.

" The Assalamualaikum Mas Gibran .... "

Gibran immediately turned his head when he heard the voice he so longed for . Gista was already standing in front of him with a sweet smile as usual . He used to think that smile was commonplace, but only this time did he realize that smile was so beautiful .

" Walaikumsalam, sit down ... "

There is pain when the woman does not reach for her right hand in the usual reverence .

" Mas Gibran is healthy ??! How are Mom and Vina ? "

Gibran sighed, The woman he had hurt could still ask about her health and her family .

" I'm good, so are mom and Vina . If you take the money I give you you won't be this tired . Please accept this, this is your right ! With this money you don't have to work for anyone else, you can make your own business . If it is still lacking I will give it again, " Gibran said by putting a gold-colored card that is usually held by former women halal .

" I said in the letter, I have received everything you have given me ! But I gave it back to Mom because she's the one who's gonna take my place to manage the finances at home . You run a company where a lot of people depend on you, and five hundred million isn't a little one ! One day I was convinced the money could be used to help the company. "

" The company is my business dear .. sorry I mean, "

Gista smiled blandly, it has been a long time since he heard the word .