THE WOMAN (END)
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I dropped my phone while watching it from the rearview mirror.

Should I go see him? and apologize for the mess that happened yesterday in the office, but, um Sandy wouldn't be angry, if I knew I met Mr. Broto.

I looked around the parking lot that was quiet, like Mr. Muh who seemed to be still long in the toilet.

Soon enough, the person talking to Mr. Broto finally left in his car, while Mr. Broto himself was about to get into the car.

But before that, though,

"Hello, how? done already? Goody! we better end our cooperation contract." he said while chatting with someone over the phone.Is it possible he is discussing about cooperation with the Sandy mas company.

Without a second thought, I ventured out of the car.

"Wait," call me quick.

Mr. Broto who was about to open the car door, suddenly turned his head in surprise to me. Then a terrifying grin was clearly drawn on his face.

"Well, didn't expect to meet here?" mr. Broto looked around, then turned to look at my car. surely he was looking for Sandy mas and thought I was with him.

"I need to talk for a minute" I hesitated. To be honest I was afraid to face Mr. Broto, especially I don't know how to talk.

UH! Stupidly you are my Eyebrow.

"Talk? here? or do we go inside?" he pointed towards Resto.

"Here you go," I took a few steps forward.

"Alright, please!" said relaxed. Mr. Broto is the kind of old man who is a little scary.His calm attitude can even make anyone nervous.or maybe I'm too timid to face someone like him.

"I want to apologize, for my husband's attitude towards you yesterday!" I bowed my head a little.

"Ahaha.. So you already know, about yesterday? though I did not publish any news." he muttered with a small oddity.

"I hope, Mr. Broto would like to rethink not to break cooperation with PT. ASTRA." said I ventured. Even though I don't know what I'm doing is right or wrong.

"Did Mr Sandy ask you to do this?" inquiringly.

"No. I did it out of my own will." I said.

Mr. Broto suddenly approached, even his footsteps sounded creepy. I looked at him full of anxiety.

He smiled, then looked at me from the tip of the foot to the top, which made me uncomfortable of course.

"If there is a better offer, of course I can rethink your request." he hissed with a cunning glint of eyes.

"I mean," I took one step back.

"You still don't understand, either,. There are many young and beautiful women who want to spend the night with me, when all they want is just a dime.other with you who ask for something big enough on me, he said, of course you also have to have a big offer, miss." she murmured softly.

His eyes were fixed on my body, as if what he wanted was on me.

"Can we talk seriously! mr. Broto can talk to so many women, but sorry, I'm not interested!" i firmly.

"Everything will have consequences.you must know, to get a big fish, we must also have a big bait, and for me, you are quite interesting bait." the old man bit his lips.

"What for you, that's a fun thing? don't you think about your family? your career would be ruined if everyone knew of your vices sir!" My firmness.

Mr. Broto just smiled as he rubbed his nape.

"If you dare to do it, then I can also destroy your husband's career and his entire company.it's easy for me!" hisses

"You think I'll be scared? threats like anyone can do" I tried to be calm even though I was afraid.

"7 years ago, there was a major accident that claimed two lives at once in one night.The horrific event involved one of the motorcyclists named Rizal Haryanto."

DEG!

I looked at him sharply, how could he know about it.

"A woman whose alleged wife was crying in the rain with a child beside her. Ah.. it was my first news that was very explosive on the market.even I photographed you from a good point of view, to look dramatic." he admitted.

"Do you think I would be ashamed if Mr Broto exposed myself to the media? I don't think that's a problem!" sahutku.

"Oh, certainly not that.that's not what I'm going to show you! but about who's the culprit who's hiding behind the accident." he's full of fraud.

I crumpled my fingers holding back the irritation.

"What does that mean!" my insistence is not understanding.

Mr. Broto smiled, his eyes glancing at the figure behind me. I turned my head slowly, and it turned out that Mr. Muh had just finished and was heading towards us.

"It seems, our chat is enough to just get here huh." he said with a triumphant smile then the man got into his car and immediately drove away my death which was still fixated on his words.

"Sorry not long, I have a stomachache." as long as Mr. Muh suddenly.

"Oh yes sir, it's okay."

"Who should I talk to?" mr. Muh glanced at the car that had disappeared.

"That's Sandy's business partner, it just so happened that she ate out from the inside, so we talked for a while" I explained.

"Then, let's Non." Mr. Muh opened the door for me.

I went in and sat back in the back seat, and somehow my mind seemed bewitched by Mr. Broto's words about the accident.

Whatdoes thatmean? the man who hid behind the accident?

As much as possible I try to recall the fragments of events that occurred 7 years ago.

Nihil, I did not find anything suspicious to me.all I remember is a big car that hit the motorcycle Rizal mas is a car hauler.after all the driver is dead.where there may be other perpetrators. or it's just a trap sentence, Mr. Broto is a sneaky person.he must have deliberately incited me so that I was more anxious not because of course there was no mistake in the accident, obviously, and everything is purely due to my inner negligence.

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Upon arrival at home, I was greeted by bi Atun who seemed to open the door for me.

"Where is lunch non?" tanyanya curious

"Lumayan bi," I smiled faintly.

"Where are Sandy and Andi bi?" ask again.

"They were in Sandy Non's workroom, it looks like you were out of meetings" he explained.

"Oh, then, excuse me!" I took my foot into Sandy's study with a messy mind.

GECK..

GECK..

"Lake in!" it's coming from inside.

I opened the door slowly.

"Darling, are you home?" sahut mas Sandy enthusiastically walked towards me. I glanced at the Sofa. It looked like Andi was asleep.

"Andi slept?" muttered.

"Yes, I took the medicine. How was lunch?" sandy looked at me. I looked back at him carefully.

"Why? is your face wrinkled? did something happen?" inquiringly.

"I'm tired of it!" meekness

"really? must have eaten less delicious yes" said Sandy while holding my body into his arms.

I just nodded to cover the chaotic feeling that came from my meeting with Mr. Broto earlier.

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