Tone of Nara
CHAPTER 19. Meet With Him

Almost six months Mahardika and I spent in Korea. Today we return to our homeland, leaving the land of drama and oppa. I miss Jakarta. I miss breathing the air in my country. I miss the people who are always there for me. Mama, Sandra, and for sure, I miss my first love, Pradipta.  My flight back to Jakarta made me very tired. In addition to the seven-hour flight, coupled with waiting for a plane that had delayed at Seoul Incheon International airport. Waiting in the airport waiting room, with my body still feeling pain all over the body, neck and face, as well as the effects of other torturous surgeries, was very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Mahardika understood my situation. Maybe because I'm not the first person he's faced with. Mahardika helped me a lot through the post-operative difficulties with her crisp hook. If as a tone, the,

I will escape this pain, confusion and discomfort by chewing, but not with Nara.

As Nara, my food is arranged in such a way. Everything is restricted and not all food I can eat.

Or rather, almost all the foods I like are forbidden to eat. For humans who have since childhood made food an escape, diet is the toughest torture. Fortunately, Mahardika is not a type of snacker and a foodie.I still like to eat, but now, my stomach will hurt if I eat too much.

Mahardika is very picky when it comes to food. He prefers healthy foods and does not like excessive snacking. He is very good at the kitchen. The cooking is also amazingly good. Unfortunately, his willingness to cook was also rare. But it's okay. Didn't I promise, after this, I will

take care of it as a return?

The time was already 22:00 when we arrived at Soekarno Hatta airport. I, feeling quite tired and in pain, left all my business to Mahardika and her assistant, Henry.

“Nara, sit there,” said Mahardika while pointing at a chair not far from us.

“We wait for the goods, it looks like it won't be long. Let me and Henry alone wait for the goods,” he said. I also obeyed. Yes, I am very tired. There's no harm in me sitting down for a moment, resting.

I circled my gaze around, Long enough for me to leave the airport. I scanned the changes that took place in this building. As my eyes turned to the right side of the Air Port Conveyor Belt, my gaze caught a familiar figure. Pradipta! My husband is here, in this place, standing waiting for luggage. I, who missed him so much, tried to stand up and intended to approach him. However, not until my feet stepped, a woman wearing a hoodie, mask and sunglasses approached and hugged him tightly. The woman immediately gave him a hoodie and a mask

color matching to Pradipta. The handsome man I missed immediately put on the item that was placed on him. Both of them had a little trouble, like afraid that someone would recognize them.

After Pradipta made sure it was safe and no one recognized it, the two hugged each other again and kissed each other. There are some people who look at them. Some were indifferent, some were smiling.  To me,

this romantic scene made my heart crumble and sting very hard. I feel the pain and fatigue of the body that was hurting me, now I no longer think. All those feelings were replaced by more intense pain, from within my chest and heart. I could not feel my tears rushing out of my eyes and flooding my now-dirty cheeks. I can't be like this. I need to be strong and I need strength.

I circulated my gaze to look for my guardian god. I want to run immediately into Mahardika's arms to gain strength in the face of this invisible pain.  Need it. I kept looking for his presence. I found Mahardika standing among several other passengers, busy with her car. His assistant was also busy with his work. I stared at them without having the strength to date. I just stared at them with tears, expecting Mahardika to look at me.

I felt a hand grab onto my shoulder, pull my head gently and immerse it in the field. I know who he is. Very know. I breathed in the scent of the man who for half a year was the place I was leaning. He who always makes me calm and able to accept all my pain. I'm not saying Mahardika is capable of relieving my pain. The pain was still there, but I was able to take it thanks to the warm embrace M gave me.

“Don't look if it just makes you sick. Start learning to control yourself. You can't control everyone from acting up and doing things that hurt you. But you can arrange yourself to avoid the source of that pain or ignore it,” whispered Mahardika in my ear. “Content yourself. That bastard doesn't deserve your cry. You are too valuable. Don't humble yourself by crying like this,”

“Mahardika?” the voice of the woman I hated called out to the man who was hugging me. I felt Mahardika's body instantly tense, upon hearing that voice. He immediately let go of my embrace with a bit of roughness and walked away from me. He turned his body while looking at the direction of the voice earlier. Does Mahardika know Juli? Is this time July also going to take my leaning place? am I not satisfied that he took my husband?

“Wait here and don't talk to anyone,” said Mahardika with a hardened molar.

“Hai Jul. Wait, I'm there,” said Mahardika while standing leaving me. July who was about to release Pradipta's embrace to come to us, slightly held back her steps. I tried to hide my face behind my glasses and my jacket collar was quite high. When I feel safe, I look at what they are doing.

The two seemed to embrace and talk for a while. How close are they? How could Juli hug another man in front of Pradipta, her fiance? Mahardika immediately turned towards me quickly.  I noticed all that, still hiding behind my high Coat collar, as if

not to be recognized by Pradipta and Juli. I'm afraid they recognize me as Nada. As Mahardika pushed our troly, she whispered between her teeth.

“Nara, stand up yuk. Let's go fast. Henry is already waiting for us in front with his car. ” said Mahardika. Without a second thought I got up and chased after Mahardika who had already walked ahead of me, out of the arrival area. At the front, Henry, Mahardika's assistant was already waiting beside the car. While I got into the car, they put the stuff in the trunk. Without saying a word, we drove to Jakarta without speaking

I was getting tired of what had happened, trying to close my eyes. My mind wandered over the two lovebirds we accidentally met at the airport. The prefecta has not changed much. Hany shows him dressed up that turned out to be the man of a top executive. With a long-sleeved casual shirt folded to my side, knee-length denim pants, Adidas shoes and sunglasses, the aura of a successful young executive is clear.

Meanwhile, Juli wears Sabrina's top of an expensive-looking silk chiffon, and short denim pants that show her smooth thighs and leg brackets, making the girl look especially dazzling. Not glamorous or excessive but classy. Her sexy body is lined with wedges shoes with straps woven from the ankles to the calves adorning her smooth white feet, adding to the girl's perfect appearance.

I, Nara, although it has changed and no longer a swollen elephant, but my appearance is far from cool. Just rip jeans that fit the body and plain blue oblong t-shirts. My feet are though very beautiful, only decorated with flat shoes. A simple but very comfortable shoe on my feet, which I bought in a small shop in Seoul before we returned to Indonesia. I always shop for clothes, shoes and gear based on my needs and comfort. As beautiful as any shoes and clothes, branded or not, ngetred or not, I will not buy.

The male kulirik beside me who leaned his body into the tile chair. His eyes were closed and his hands seemed to be massaging the peak of life between the two eyebrows. He's good-looking. Mahardika is no less handsome than Pradipta. If he is looking neat, Mahardika is more charming and charismatic than Pradipta. He is the image of a smart man who is able to put himself wherever he is. Hardworking men who can conquer the world. That was the impression Mahardika gave when she played the role of CEO of her company. Yet when she accompanied me like this, her appearance was far from neat. Just a brandless t-shirt and jeans with mountain sandals and waist bags. As simple as it looks. But for me, with this appearance, Mahardika remains enchanting. Ooh! How come? Why do I praise Mahardika? Why is my mind about Pradipta so easy to turn to the man next to me? I even praised him! Oh no tone! You are still the legal wife of a Pradipta. I said inwardly trying to expel my strange thoughts.

I closed my eyes while leaning back. My heart suddenly began to beat as I felt someone looking at me. I glanced at Mahardika to ascertain my race. But the man looked still like his position earlier, leaning on the chair and closed. I feel weird. I was absolutely sure Mahardika was looking at me. This happened a few times. I'm clucking unsure. I know that Mahardika seems to be sleeping peacefully. But every time I close my eyes trying to sleep, I feel like he's looking at me.

I also returned to my position and slightly lowered my head, hiding behind the coat. Shortly after, I again felt Mahardika looking at me. For a moment I was silent. I let it be for a while while convincing my race. Furtively hiding, I glanced to the side. I saw Mahardika looking at me. While chortling, I straightened my body and looked towards it. But apparently, at that time Mahardika had returned to her position and seemed to not care. Huft, I don't know what that means.  At first glance I look ahead. I saw Mahardika's assistant and driver looking at the rearview mirror while holding back a laugh. I just realized, they're laughing at us.  Haish, stop. I'm tired and better off sleeping, in the middle of Jakarta's traffic jam. After that, only the sound of the song from the music player was heard. We wandered into our own minds until we got home.