The Love of the Boss
50

Sitting three accompanied by three cups of tea that still reflects hot smoke. Margaretha kept staring at Eldrick, the papa confidant. Margaretha did not expect that the man was still alive even though his body was not as fit as it used to be.

"Are you okay, Miss?" ask Eldrick. Smiling at Margaretha who had transformed into a beautiful adult girl. Understandably, Eldrick last saw Margaretha as a teenager.

"Good, Uncle. Em ... Uncle, how could Uncle still be alive until now? Didn't Uncle used to die shot with papa and mama?" Margaretha stared curiously.

"No. Actually, I used to just pretend to be dead. I don't want the bad guy to know that I'm still alive despite dying and a month in a coma in the hospital" Eldrick said. He almost cried when he remembered the tragic incident at that time and he could do nothing but pretend to be dead. "Sorry, Young Miss. I can't take good care of Mr and Madam." Eldrick's voice sounded full of regret.

"It's okay, Uncle. Everything has become destiny. For now I'm just trying to be sincere and accept everything. I'm sure that my mom and dad are happy from up there" Margaretha said. Believe me, the girl was trying hard to hold back her tears so as not to flood her face.

"Miss, I'm sure you're a strong girl. A very remarkable girl. Ladies and gentlemen must be proud to have a girl as beautiful as you," Eldrick said in praise. "But, Miss .. for now you should be even more careful."

"What's the matter, Uncle?" ask Margaretha to interrupt.

"Because the bad guy is all around you. Yesterday Andra said she saw him in the hospital. I'm afraid that the man knows you and will harm you" Eldrick said with concern. Margaretha's face looked stiff. "Miss, for the time being I ask you to grant permission for Andra to always be by your side because I can't keep you completely."

"Uncle, is Andra Uncle?" ask Margaretha. Staring at Andra who had just silently listened.

"He is my nephew. But, he's just like you. Orphaned since childhood. That's why I consider Andra my own son" said Eldrick. Margaretha rounded her lips while nodding in understanding.

"Uncle, will the bad guy really harm me?" ask Margaretha worried. Suddenly anxious and afraid.

"I don't know either, Miss. I take only the worst possibilities just in case" said Eldrick.

"I'm scared, Uncle." Margaretha's voice sounded soft.

"Never be afraid, Miss. I'm sure that Andra can take very good care of you. I've trained him to be a sniper, Miss. Therefore, let Andra take care of you." Eldrick kept asking. Margaretha accepted the request.

After that, they talked about a lot of things. Sometimes their stories are so serious, but sometimes they laugh when Eldrick tells of Margaretha's naughty childhood. After sharing the story, Margaretha and Andra returned to the city. Margaretha had invited Eldrick to come along, but the man refused. Don't want until the enemy finds out or everything's gonna go awry. Margaretha also promised to often visit Eldrick if you are off work.

***

Today Zety was ready to meet Gatra because the man asked to meet in the city park. Zety actually felt heavy, but she also did not feel good if she had to refuse. Suspicious Kiano follows Zety without the girl's knowledge.

Gatra, who had been sitting in the city park, smiled when he saw Zety's arrival and enthusiastically greeted him immediately. Sit together and talk about a lot of things. Zety looked at Gatra in surprise as the look on the man's face turned serious. For some reason, Zety suddenly felt bad on her own.

Zety nodded quickly, "Yes. I want to focus on papa, Mas. I can't leave you alone when you're sick like this."

"But we can still communicate, right?" tanya Gatra asked.

"Sure, Mas."

Gatra smiled at Zety's reply. "Zet, I'd like to have a little serious talk with you. It's about my feelings."

Zety's heart was pounding. Waiting for what will come out of Gatra's mouth. Zety gasped as Gatra suddenly clasped his hands tightly. He wanted to refuse, but Gatra tightened his grip.

"Zet, will you be my wife? I'll learn to love you" Pinta Gatra. Zety was silent and suddenly worried. Staring into the eyes of Gatra who was replying stared at him. Gatra looked so pleading.

"I can't answer it now, Mom." Zety breathed in a deep breath. "Such things need a lot of consideration can not immediately make a decision. Anyway, I'm still not sure you can love me."

"I'll try. Don't you know the saying love exists because it's used to it?" Gatra did not want to even take off his hand.

"I know, Mas. But I also don't want to have a serious relationship with a person whose heart still belongs to the past. I'd rather live alone than be in pain every day." Zety's voice sounded heavy and stressed.

"You doubted me?" Gatra stared disappointedly at Zety. However, as fast as lightning Zety shook her head.

"Mas, I don't doubt you. But, I feel like we will never be a match. Maybe we will live happily in our own way. Honestly, I also have feelings for you, but it was before my heart gave up feeling it had been let down so many times." Zety quickly pulled his hand.

"But, Zet ...."

"Already, Mas. That's enough for me. I wish you could stop learning to love me. Don't waste your time on useless things. I'm sure, Mas. If there is a girl better than me that will make your heart fall so hard that Rasya's name is completely erased from your heart. Then I say goodbye, Mas. Don't chase me or I'll completely stay away from your life even from this world!"

Zety got up and walked away from Gatra. Without caring about the screams of Gatra who kept calling out to him. Gatra rubbed his face roughly when he no longer saw Zety's shadow. He is eager to catch up, but fears Zety's threat will come true. He could only shut up and let the girl calm down first.

Meanwhile, Zety walked quickly to a quiet place. Then sit down and cover her face to muffle her cries. Sick? Of course Zety's heart ached, but he also didn't want to continue to hope Gatra would fall in love with her.

Zety's cry subsided instantly as she felt someone embrace her. Zety revolted and tried to break away, but the embrace only tightened.

"Cry to make your heart happy."