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. "Mouth. About your request, I'm sorry he said Vienna couldn't get here. He's got a lot of work." Said Zain while retrieving the file that Arisa had just given him.

"Then. Please set my schedule to go to Jakarta."

"But..."

"If not, then I'll stop working here."

"Put.I don't want to joke." Zain's voice still sounded resolute, and Arisa's face was still very solemn. Zain chuckled in response to what he thought was ridiculous, but seeing Arisa's expression, his laughter stopped and he turned to look at Arisa sharply.

"You're serious?" Ask Zain next.

"Did my face look like I was joking?" Zain was silent for a moment sighing slowly. Why congested? It even seems hard to get back to blowing it.

"Why?" Zain's voice turned soft with an erratic feeling.

"Maybe it's Raisa who's getting married and might stop working at my dad's company, so my sister told me to go home." He turned his face a little uncertain.

"Is that so? Then, what about me?" Again Zain asked in a soft voice, almost inaudible to Arisa.

"What's? Did you say something?" Ask Arisa who did not hear clearly what Zain said.

"No. Forgetit. It's nothing." Zain replied evasively and he was suddenly nervous.

Arisa chooses to pass from her workplace, she feels like she wants a breath of fresh air. Because all day long, he only inhaled the scent of ink and the scent of Zain perfume which for him was very troublesome. Every time I smell Zain's perfume, Arisa's mind has a job coming.

"Where are you going?" Shouted Zain who just realized Arisa's step further and further away from his desk.

"Main. A walk." The answer is no less screaming. Then Arisa again passed by ignoring every call of Zain.

Arisa down each corridor by entering the room one by one.

"What about the stock of-" Reza stopped as she looked at Arisa's head sticking out into the room. Suddenly all the members who were meeting turned to Arisa at the same time and gave their honor.

"Continue. I'm on a walk." Arisa smiled and closed the door again.

"Why with the kid? He doesn't usually take a walk." Inner Reza tried to guess what Arisa was doing.

Then, Arisa enters the canteen, she walks past it and enters the elevator which is opposite the other side.

"That's Princess, right?" Desus someone who was doing lunch. No wonder at this hour many have lunch, because their rest schedules are different.

"Yes. Mr. Reza's sister."

"The director actually has no younger brother. Her sister died of a concussion from an accident. And I don't know since when the president's mother was appointed as his sister."

"If it's not wrong the president's mom would have worked here before she became amnesiac. And actually, Princess is not an ordinary person. He's a rich man's son."

"really? And lately many of the other companies are visiting here."

"You're right. Yesterday there was also a director of PT Mega. Seems secret. But I think there's another connection between the president and Mr. Rega."

"Huss don't spread rumors that don't-no. You'll be sanctioned."

"I don't mean it. But just a guess."

"You better keep your mouth shut even if you know something."

. In the ground floor loby, Arisa sat in the receptionist chair casually like she was her employee.

"If it's still a protest, I could have dropped the dismissal today." Threaten Arisa so casually.

"Eh?"

"Silent and working as usual. No one's gonna fire anybody without my permission."

"Ba-good ma'am." Arisa let out a long sigh at the nervousness of the employee who used to be her confiding friend if she was asked to pick up a guest.

"Take me as a princess. Not as president."

"But.." when Arisa was about to advise him back, the heavy voice of someone familiar managed to make him quiet.

"Can I help you, sir?"

"Can I meet Princess Fandhiya?" Arisa who was under the table immediately wildly why Bayu wanted to meet her.

"Mother president..emm anu tuan.." he said stammered as he glanced at Arisa who was relaxed sitting sweetly as if not wanting to know who came.

"Why mbak? If I'm busy, I want to make an appointment for at least 5 minutes." Hearing Bayu's insistence, Arisa frowned and began to wonder what Bayu wanted to talk about after they met.

"How important is it that you are so urgent to my employees?" Ask Arisa who went up and showed herself in front of Bayu.

"Aris?" The pekiknya looked at Arisa in surprise.

"What's up, brother? Seems important?" Arisa asked again.

"Eh... emmm that... are you busy?"

"Yahhh. So you can talk for more than 5 minutes." Arisa replied with a heavy sigh and then smiled sillyly at Bayu.

"Can we talk outside?"

"Why not just here? It's still working hours and my break is still long. Afraid if there's a sudden job or meeting schedule this afternoon is accelerated."

"Aris!" With a sudden Bayu grabbed Arisa's shoulder made Lina surprised and wanted to reprimand Bayu for his disrespectful attitude to his president. However, looking at Arisa's usual expression, his intention was clouded and he did not want to interfere with other people's affairs.

"You're president. And you shouldn't have to work too hard." Bayu continued to sharpen his gaze.

"Tell me what you want to say. Don't beat around. My job is my business." Assertive Arisa no less sharp staring at Bayu.

"I feel like I'm talking to someone else Aris. I don't think you're the same person. I don't know why you're being different. But..."

"If nothing matters, let me reiterate. I don't like long-winded people." His words were still in a firm voice, but now Arisa immediately turned around and was about to leave Bayu.

"Is this what you do when you have guests?" Arisa's steps again stopped hearing questions as well as reprimands for him.

"Then, is this also your attitude when you visit? The host has asked the core of your purpose in coming here, but you seem to be pulling the clock, until the host feels that your arrival is not important." Reply Arisa turned around and now face each other with Bayu.

"It's precisely because it's important, so I'm inviting you to talk to each other."

"alright. Where's?"

"In your favorite place in town." Arisa. Why a favorite place? He does not know where, because for him there is nothing more special compared to the city park in Jakarta that he really likes with a million memories with Rama.

"Nothing!" The firmness of turning away his face stored his gloom.

- connected.