The Pride of an Ex
episode 11

The male laughter sounded so pleasant as these feet began to approach the living room.

It seems, the person who wants to meet me is not new to Papa.

Is it possible Papa's business partner?

Then why would he want to see me?

As I recall, I don't know anyone who does business with Papa. Near? what else. Not very much at all.

Could myfriend? it's impossible for my friend to make Papa laugh like that. My return to this house is not known by them.

"Sir Gunawan, how are you, sir?"

My steps came to a halt as Mama mentioned one familiar name in my ear.

My legs reflexively stopped and pecked behind the empty sofa.

Gunawan.

I've heard the name mentioned by Papa several times in this house. All I know is he's a textile businessman who is none other than Papa's best friend.

Gunawan was also the one who offered an arranged marriage between me and his son that I do not know until now. My refusal made Mr. Gunawan's son reluctant to meet me at any event.

"Al, here sit down," said Mama waving her hands.

I smiled faintly, walked up to them and then reached out to the man of Papa's age.

Seila who had been in Papa's lap, now went down and moved to sit near me.

My little daughter is not far from her grandfather. Almost all the activities he did with Papa.

The role of a father that is very less he got from Nathan, making Seila always looking for Papa's attention.

Wanted to be loved, protected like a princess.

"Son Alira how are you?"

I turned my eyes from Seila, towards Mr. Gunawan.

"Thank God. May it always be healthy and happy."

I nodded with a bland smile. I don't know why, my mind says if Pak Gunawan's arrival here is not just stopping by and wants to see me. However, there is another meaning that was once delayed.

Hopefully it's just my mind.

All the time I sat here, I just kept quiet and smiled. The chatter was dominated by both men of that same age.

"It seems like I'm saying goodbye now. Thank you for the banquet" said Gunawan. His hand took a glass of coffee that was only half left.

"Where are you? it's still this afternoon,"

"Ah, can. The body likes aches when it comes home late. Understandably Din, our age is no longer young. Health must be taken into account, if it is sick, bother."

The laughter sounds so good again. I also smiled just for fun.

"OK okay. I-i understand. Yeah, I'm taking you forward". Papa and Mama stood up to take their guests to the doorstep.

However, before Mr. Gunawan actually left, he turned his head towards me with a sweet smile.

"Cure the wound first, later we will discuss what used to be cut off," said Gunawan while patting Papa's shoulder.

My father was just a mangut-mangut. It seems like there was a serious discussion they were talking about before I came.

The matchmaking?

I'm not ready to get married again. The wounds made by Nathan are still very wet and gaping. It can't heal in a short time.

The word marriage is no longer tasteful to discuss. What else to live it.

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