
"The guild exists?" ask a woman to Ratna.
From the looks of this woman is not an arbitrary woman. This woman has a sharp and charismatic look. This woman also looks very educated and smart.
"Sorry Mom, Mr. Wildan is out" replied Ratna.
"What time is he coming home?" ask the girl.
Ratna glanced at her watch.
"The schedule is until this afternoon, ma'am. I'm sorry did you have an appointment with Mr Wildan?" ask Ratna kindly.
"Not yet" replied the woman.
"If I may know your mother who Mr Wildan is?" ask Ratna.
"Old friend, tell me she's Ishabella, Isha" replied the woman.
"Well, Miss Isha, I'll tell her. Please set the schedule in advance" Pinta Ratna.
"Sorry my mother can't take long. I have to go home tomorrow, I don't have time. I just want to see my old friend for a minute. I'll wait here" welcome the woman.
"But it's still a long time" Ratna said.
"What, I only have time today. I'm not waiting here" replied the woman named Ishabella.
"Well then please wait in the waiting room or ma'am" Ratna said.
Ratna escorted the woman to the waiting room for guests who wanted to meet Wildan.
An hour passed, Wildan returned from Melodi's office. As soon as Wildan arrived Ratna immediately welcomed his arrival.
Wildan was surprised to see Ratna's attitude as if waiting for his return. Wildan smiled faintly at Ratna's arrival.
"Sorry sir, there is a woman who has been waiting for you from earlier" Ratna reported.
"Who?" ask Wildan
"His name is Bu Isha, said an old friend of the Father" replied Ratna.
"Isha? who's Isha?" ask Wildan confused.
Wildan tried to remember the names of his friends but he still did not remember who the woman named Isha.
"Where is he now?" ask Wildan.
"Waiting in the waiting room" replied Ratna.
"Well, then get him in" Wildan ordered.
"Okay sir, wait a minute I'll call you" replied Ratna.
Ratna's gone from Wildan's presence. Wildan stared at Ratna's departure.
"I guess you're waiting for my return because you miss me and we're back as we used to be? I was hoping for more. Though I was happy just now" muttered Wildan.
Soon Ratna comes back to Wildan's room with a beautiful woman.
Geck.. Geck..
The woman knocked on Wildan's door joking.
"Get in" replied Wildan.
"Hi Wil, do you miss me?" greet the woman casually.
Wildan jumped in shock and his body stiffened, he was very unexpected to see the figure of the woman before him.
"Please go in" said Ratna, allowing the woman to enter Wildan's room
The woman named Isha entered confidently into Wildan's room. Ratna politely closed the door to Wildan's room and walked back to her seat.
"How do you know I'm here?" ask Wildan.
"Hi honey. I will never forget who you are? You are Wildan Raharjo, the only son of the owner of PT. Raharjo Group's. You must be the sole successor of your Papa Company. It's not hard to find you honey" Isha said.
How surprised Ratna was when she saw Wildan and the woman hugging. Wildan who realized the door was open immediately saw who was coming. He was similarly shocked when he saw that Ratna had entered.
"Ma. sorry sir, I just want to ask Isha's mother what to drink?" ask Ratna nervously.
"Beib. I seem to be the old one" replied Isha spoiled.
"Hot chocolate" replied Wildan.
"Ba. good sir" said Ratna.
Ratna shut Wildan's door. His body instantly shook and his tears spilled already without being able to be dammed again.
It seems farewell is the only way. Thank goodness you got another woman this fast. That woman is more everything than me. I who do not know myself is too high to dream of you. Now I realize my position is not beside you. Batin Ratna's.
Ratna immediately wiped her tears and walked towards the pantry. There she asked the office girl to prepare hot chocolate and bitter coffee for Wildan and his guests.
Ratna made a warm tea for herself. He also needed a drink that could make his mind calmer.
Looks like I need to get away from your life soon. Sorry, I can't stand to see you making out with another woman. My heart hurts, but I have no right to be angry. Because I realized we can't be together. Maybe we're not fooled. I hope you can find a better woman than me. May that good woman be more worthy of being your wife. Batin Ratna's.
Office girl goes upstairs with Ratna to bring drinks for Wildan and his female guests. The female employee looked at Ratna with a questioning look.
"Where should I put the drinks - this drink ma'am?" ask the young lady.
"You just bring it inside. Don't forget to knock on the door first" replied Ratna.
"Okay, ma'am" replied the woman.
Ratna returned to her seat. He had no business to enter the chamber anymore. Office girl knocked on the door and entered Wildan's room
Long time also Wildan and his guests were talking in his room. The work hours were over an hour ago.
Ratna is a dilemma. If he's been home too long from work, he can stay home. He will now take the bus home so he has to fight with traffic jams in Jakarta.
This is Friday, the last business day after tomorrow. The road must be getting crowded towards his apartment. Ratna tried to dare to ask permission to return home.
Geck.. Geck...
With a thumping heart Ratna knocked on Wildan's door
"Get in" replied Wildan from within.
Ratna walked into the room and saw Wildan and Isha sitting on the sofa in Wildan's room.
"Sorry sir, can I go home?" ask Ratna.
"Wait a minute" replied Wildan.
Ratna held her breath in disappointment at Wildan's reply.
"Already Wil, let your secretary go home. It is also past the working hours" said Isha.
"There's something I still want to talk to him about" Wildan said.
Wildan glanced at Ratna at a glance. Ratna looked at Wildan's face in disappointment.
"Of Wiiiil. I have to go back abroad tomorrow. Don't you miss me?" persuade Isha.
"Can't Bel, there's something important I need to talk to Ratna about" Wildan argued.
The bell? Isha? Ishabella's? Bella's? Defend his ex-girlfriend Mas Wildan? Oh my God it turns out he's Mas Wildan's ex-girlfriend. Batin Ratna's.
"Come on Wil. I still miss you so much. Have you forgotten me? I still love you Wildan" Ratna said.
Sontak Ratna was surprised to hear Bela's confession so straightforward and honest.
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