Unreasonable Ceo
Chapter 27
Quinsha walked hurriedly to Bramantio's office yard, this morning he was late because all night the girl spent practicing abilities that she had not known.
"Bukk!"
Accidentally, his shoulder hit the arm of a man who was none other than Salman Cakra nagara. Quinsha almost fell, if Salman did not pull the girl's hand.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Quinsha lowered her head for a moment.
"Other times the heart, you can be wretched if you don't pay attention to the road." Salman replied, scratching his hand.
"Thank you!" Quinsha bowed for a moment, looking at the face of the man before her. "May I go?"
Salman did not answer, he stared fixedly at Quinsha's face. "What's your name?"
"Quinsa."
"Quinsha?" said repeat.
"You okay, Mister?" ask Quinsha.
"Your name is similar to my daughter's, your face reminds me of someone. Is this a coincidence?" Salman knitted his two eyebrows at Quinsha.
"I don't know Sir!" suhut Quinsha's. "I'm late, excuse me sir."
"Maybe it's a coincidence, my daughter's gone a long time ago. If she's alive, she's probably that girl's age." Salman muttered, his gaze straight at Quinsha's back until it disappeared from his sight.
Salman put his foot back on, then got into the car. Along the way, Quinsha's face disturbs her heart and mind. The shadow of the past, comes back to haunt him.
The shadow of the face of the figure of the woman he loved, who had given him a daughter. Again disturbed his heart and his feelings, screams of forgiveness during the execution. No one wants to hear, including himself.
"Luzziana!!" his strangler arrived, making the driver pull over his car.
"Sir, is it okay?" ask the man.
"Yes, I'm fine" Salman Cakra Nagara said, rubbing his face violently.
Twenty years, he allowed injustice to continue. During that time, so much regret lingered in his heart. It was as if incising non-stop wounds. Perhaps, he is the only man who can let the woman he loves receive punishment for mistakes he did not make.
"I'm sorry, Luciana." Salman mumbled slowly.
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"The words, the same as what Ms. Jasmin said the first time I met. Could this be a coincidence? or a clue for me?" quinsha muttered softly.
"But it seems unlikely that I have anything to do with Mr. Salman. Ahh, I'm imagining it too high."
The girl smiled again, but the next second her eyes widened. He remembered all the events that had happened to him so far.
"But why do they want my life? and stamps?" Quinsha felt his arm. "I've had a stamp on my arm since childhood. But these few weeks the stamp disappeared, is this Bramantio's job? I have to ask for an explanation."
Quinsha stood up, then stepped into Bramantio's room. Arriving in front of the door of Bramantio's slightly open room. He could see that the man was having a serious conversation with Arkan.
Quinsha closed her ears, then listened to all the conversation the two of them had. But the girl's movements are already known Bramantio and Arkan.
"Darling, comein!" call Arkana.
Quinsha let out a disappointed sigh, he should have gotten a lot of information.
"They're ghosts, always knowing what I'm doing." Pick up Quinsha, then get into the room.
"Why do you settle the precipitate?" bramantio asked, looking at the look on the girl's face before him.
"Nothing!" suhut Quinsha is upset.
"Maybe he misses me." Timpal Arkan rolled his eyes.
"Bad tits, where do I miss you." The girl grumbled, staring horror at Arkana.
"You don't carelessly talk, Quinsha my lover!" bramantio exclaimed as he threw a circle of paper at Arkana.
"Hey since when? you don't brag. I must have known that you were lovers. To this day, Quin refuses." Sela Arkana did not accept.
"Basic eavesdroppers!" arkana stared in annoyance.
"For a long time I was dizzy, every time I met a storm, and the storm continued. I better just go!" the girl turned back, left the room.
"It's all because of you!" accuse Arkana. "Quin's getting moody."
"Wait, I feel like there's something she's thinking about, what's making her sad?" ask Bramantio.
Arkana just shrugged both of his shoulders. "I don't know."