The Married With Teacher
Mwt chapter 9

“Lo is good, Ger. Find the usual starting problem. That's the same problem I have. You know how you. Shit!”

“Ck. Yes, sorry. I don't mean rich. Last time, well, I had to go get Ghea first. I don't want him to be wrong pa—“

“Mistake yourself! Why use the event hugging other girls all. If you don't want Ghea to misunderstand, yes you should be able to keep the same distance from girls. Don't cake earlier!”

“So it was my fault. Not intentionally attacking Airin. If I don't hold it like that. Can fall him, In.”

“Lo keknya belain her very, Ger?” Adi's eyes glared. “Lo really doesn't have anything to do with him, right?”

“Lo suspects mulu same me. Why, anyway?”

“Not that. But, I see it lo same he's been familiar for a long time.”

The black sedan continued to drive down the highway to Bottega Restaurant in the Faiground Building, Jend Sudirman Street, South Jakarta with Adi behind the wheel. Lunch is almost gone. Even so, the client from Papa Dika still wants to wait. Not wanting to cancel a planned lunch before the client's return from Germany.

Adi who felt increasingly uneasy while talking on the phone with the client's personal secretary was unable to resist. Then the guy had to shift some of Gery's other schedule.

It's a bitch that's his cousin. Sometimes Adi feels like stepping back and whatever to Gery

if he does not remember that Papa Dika's family has helped him greatly. Ah, even very much help Adi.

Gery snorts. Gery glanced at Adi who focused on driving with a straight forward view. Adi stopped his car when the traffic light on the highway turned red. Then Adi turned his face. Talk to him with a face that is not at all friendly. One hand Adi he kept on top of the roundabout stir.

“Lo must remember!" The index finger touched Gery's chest. Suppresses. “How to go, when you want to get Ghea first. Difficult, men!” Adi was brought forward again the car slowly when he heard the sound of a horn from the rear car. The traffic lights have changed color.

Gery speechless. Biting the side of his index finger with his elbow resting on the car window. Then he glimpsed the ring that is coiled on the ring finger. Gery stared at the ring for a long time.

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The two married men came out when Adi parked the black sedan among other luxury cars. Without saying much more, Adi and Gery walked towards the restaurant building. Where the client from Papa Dika must have been very long waiting. Adi immediately invited Gery

to go to a table that had previously been informed by the secretary of the client through a message to Adi.

“Pak Wira Adiguna?” greet Adi. Smile and extend a hand. “Good day, Mr Adiguna?” Again Adi said hello.

One who was almost the same age as Papa Dika looked up. Stand up. Welcomed Adi's hand with a smile. Friendliest. “Ah, yes. Adi Sir. Good day.”

“Eum .. Sorry, Mr. Adiguna for our delay.” Adi laughed a little. The words still sound formal. “Biasalah, Sir. There was a little problem earlier,” he said still with a laugh.

“It's okay, Pak—“

“Eum ... might sound better if you call just name, Mr Adiguna!”

The middle-aged man laughed amusedly. His head shook slowly. “Ah, yes. All right, Adi." He glimpsed the middle-aged man's gaze at Gery who stood beside Adi to then extend his hand. “This—“

“I Gery," he said. Accepting the hands of the man before him. It's just that the distance was eroded by the table.

Permitted by the man called Wira Adiguna were two young men to sit down. “So this, the son that Mr Dika is proud of?” He laughed. “Perfect!” Then praised as he continued to look at Gery in awe.

Hearing the praise aimed at him, Gery chuckled. Gery shakes his head faintly while looking down. “You're too much, Pak—“ his sentence was truncated.

“I'm not too close Papa you, Gery. But you can just call me Om Wira! Hem?”

“Okay, Om Wira.”

“Good. Maybe this chat will continue exciting.” Om Wira chuckles small. “But it seems like my stomach is hungry because it is waiting for you guys who came very long.”

Gery and Adi laughed. Responding to jokes from Om Wira of course.

“Sorry, Om,” Adi said with a small smile on her back. Unpleasant. Then glimpsed Gery by the end

the guy's eyes.

It was fortunate that this person before him had a high spirit of understanding. If not, it could be because of something as small as this cooperation between two companies can be messed up. Or it could be Om Wira who cancels all his company's cooperation with the company Papa Dika.

Please note that Om Wira is a hotelier. Some of its hotels have been built in the heart of the Capital and City which is always known as the city of kembang—Bandung. Gery doesn't know Ow Wira. It's just that he's never met before. This is the first meeting of Gery and Ow Wira. Because he who

it's been a long time—tinggal in Germany. I don't know, to take care of the hospitality business there or anything else, Gery doesn't really know it.

Gery doesn't want to bother to find out. And for Adi, em maybe the guy knows more about Om Wira because it's impossible if Papa doesn't tell him. Moreover, Om Wira is a client Papa.

“Oh, yes, I forgot to ask you about Mr. Dika,” said Om Wira. “How's it going?”

Gery did not answer immediately because of the arrival of the waitress who put some dishes on the table. “Good to enjoy,” said the waitress before it passed.

“Good.” Gery answered as he could. From there, honestly. Gery felt so familiar with Om Wira's face. From eyes, lips and .. ah everything feels the same as—

“Actually Om would love to meet Mr. Dika. But he said he couldn't because there was an important metting with some stock hammers, huh?” Thought Om Wira a dinner knife and fork wrapped in tissue.

Gery's lips were a little interested. Smilingly. “Yes, that's what Om knows. These few weeks he was too preoccupied with the company.”

“Yes, yes, yes. Om understood,” said Om Wira. The head nodded. Then he was fed a bottega steak that had been cut into small pieces by him.

“Oh yes, Om." Om Wira's attention turned to Adi who was sitting right in front of him. While next to the guy, Gery sat down peacefully. It does not touch food. Or it could not yet. Just a few times sipping tea. It seems Adi wants to ask a question.

“If Om lives in Germany, who takes care of hotels in Jakarta and Bandung, Om?”

Ah, the same question that's inside Gery's head.

“There. Son Om.”

Adi nods. Got it.

Hem. It seems wrong if Gery thinks his cousin knows Om Wira. In fact, Adi is the same. Seems like the only one who knows about Om Wira is Papa.

Okay. For the second time, Gery doesn't want to find out.

“Nandane. Nandan Lesmana.” Excited Om Wira mentioned a name that somehow again makes Gery feel familiar with the name. Like I've heard before. But not as an entrepreneur. And it seems like Gery heard that name not too long ago. But where did Gery hear it? By whom was that name muttered?

Oh, shit.

His head seemed to remember that one name.

Oh My God's.

Nandan Lesman ... Nandan Lesman ...

Who's he?

“Oh yes, Ger?”

The call Om Wira makes Gery realize from remembering a name that he thinks is not foreign. “Ah, Yes. How, Om?” With a stiff smile, Gery replied.

“Say you graduated from one of the universities in Germany, yes?”

Nodded Gery head. “Iya.” Brief, clear and dense the man replied. “Humbold University Berlin." Gery continued, then sipped his tea again.

“Waw...” Fun Om Wira amazed. “Great!” called Om Wira his head with enthusiasm.“One of the best Universities.”

“Yes. Best University.”

A second later, Gery saw the changed look on Om Wira's face. From happy, enthusiastic. And now it's getting grim. It was very clearly visible from the part of his jaw that was clenched. His eyes are soft. And a wry smile was attracted by the lips.

“Om alright?” ask Adi. Who also noticed the change.

Someone behind Om Wira's shoulder bows the body. “You okay, Sir?" tanyakanya. Perhaps true, he was his personal secretary Om Wira.

Gery doesn't know. But it seems like it is. The man in black was his secretary.

“Yes. I’m fine." The eyes are still down. “Om just remembered something.” Then the corner of his lips was interested. Forced.

To be honest, Om Wira his feelings are not okay. He remembered the figure of the princess he deeply loved. However, his daughter had long since abandoned him. Exactly follow his mother—former wife Om hero.

TO BE COUNTINUED …

Seizy note :

I am thankful that someone is still reading this story.

I’m sorry if a lot of the puzzle. But let it. Let his brain travel. Let your heart beat even more. But, I always remind if in this story there is no such thing as plaques. So, enjoy.

Honestly, I like it down if the comment field is quiet. But, no problem. It can make you smile by reading this story. I’m happy.

Thank you to those of you who are still loyal. Or a new entrant. There is nothing more I can say but thank you and thank you that I have so much.

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