BLIND DATE
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At that time, Tristan who was also about to go home with Jarvis saw this girl who changed her expression because she was talking on the phone.

"Have you compensated him for the bike I hit?" tristan asked Jarvis who was sitting in front. Jarvis clucked in his heart.

"Sorry Mister. I haven't done it yet. Forgive Me ... Soon I will ..."

"no need. I'll talk to him myself" Tristan said.

"Oh, okay." Jarvis glanced slowly at the glass above him. Trying to see the look on his master's face. He was very surprised by the man. He'll handle that little thing? Something not related to work at all? ask Jarvis.

"She'll be my employee any minute. Side job for him. So I want us to be more familiar to perfect the drama, ' Tristan said referring to the case of temporary lovers to silence his grandfather so as not to continue to match. This man felt the curiosity of his secretary.

Jarvis immediately moved his gaze from the glass on it. The director knew it was being observed.

"Stop in front. I want to talk to him" Tristan said again as the car was about to get close to the girl.

"Yes, Sir."

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Ara has arrived at the motor maticnya. But his hand is still on the phone that is attached to his ear. He's still talking to Jenny.

“What's the goal, Ar?” jenny asked, wanting to know.

“He did not discuss. I'm just talking for a second. I don't know. He's gone crazy maybe. It's not that she agreed to marry without knowing me at all, but easily annulled the marriage after knowing that it was you. I don't think marriage for him is sacred. It was as if he agreed and canceled.” Ara talked about Tristan without knowing that the man was already behind her.

“That's about me?” tristan's reprimand made Ara tiptoed in shock and half-screamed.

“Ahhh!” His old android phone fell onto the parking floor uncontrollably. But he immediately shut his mouth when he found out it was Tristan.  His body bent down automatically while grimacing at his poor phone.

It's really sad indeed. But whatever the force, he who just got caught talking about this important person, must be nervous. There was no way he was busy picking up a cell phone while the director of this company was in front of him.

Tistan glanced at the phone of this girl lying helplessly on the floor. This guy's bowing.

“Do not!” ara shouted making Tristan's movements stop. Then stand up straight.

“What?” tristan asked with a flat face.

“You don't need to pick up my phone. I'll take it myself,” said Ara. Tristan glanced at this girl's phone again.

“No. I'm not taking your phone. I want to take off the insulation that somehow sticks under my shoes,” Tristan said pointing towards her shoes. Ara's eye bead followed where the index finger was pointing. Also true. There is isolation there.

God fucking. He regretted ge-er first. He mistakenly thought that this man would get his phone that fell.

“Come to grab your phone,” Tristan command. Ara moved closer to her phone. Grimacing again for looking at his unlucky phone. Simultaneously Tristan took the insulation attached to his shoes.

From where Jarvis stood, he was astonished to see the two men bowing to each other on the ground. Maybe he saw that the intern's phone had fallen off, but he didn't understand why his master was doing the same?

Ara's hand rubbed her phone fondly. That includes its valuable things. He loves cell phones so much that they deserve family.

Hmh! It was as if to say my old-fashioned phone with that flat, callous face.

“Sorry. I have a lot of money to pay. So changing the phone is not important,” said Ara held back upset. The phone fell. Jenny's call accidentally disconnected.

Fortunately, he was trained for this surprise. Although there were scratches and cracks on the tip, but the phone was still alive.

“Leave your bike,” said Tristan pointed to Ara's butute motor with his chin. Ara's eyes widened with a panicked face.

“This is my Father's. You should not confiscate it because I have lied and fooled you,” prevent Ara from panicking. Tristan's eyebrows go up. He looked at the woman who was hugging his motorcycle with a sigh.

“I don't need that butute motor. The price of my anger because you have lied to me, not that cheap,” Siss Tristan. Ara thinned her lips while removing her embrace on her matic motor head slowly. Then his finger tidied the child's hair that had fallen on his cheek.

“Jadi ... What do you mean you told me to put my bike here? Isn't it already work hours? I have to go home.” Ara stood up straight while linking her hands together.

“Aren't I promising to take responsibility? I already hit your bike that time.” Ara remembered Tristan had said it.

"Ah, that. Is correct. I still remember."

"Leave your bike for special care" Tristan said. Ara speechless. He thought again of Tristan's words. "It looks like your body bike is no longer good."

"really. You have to fix it" Ara agreed. Then he soon realized again that his way of speaking was not polite. His hand shuts his mouth. Silencing his mouth so as not to talk carelessly. Apparently Tristan wasn't very listening. Because he didn't react because of that.

"Get to the car" Tristan ordered again. It's stranger than it was.

"Why Sir?" asked Ara suddenly scared.

"If your motorbike is put here, don't you have to go home alone? So I'm being kind enough to take you home" Tristan said, surprisingly

"introducing? N-not necessary. I can go home by myself," Ara refused quickly.

"So you refused?" Tristan frowned. Ara felt uneasy because of the look on that face. "I'll talk about your extra work, too."

It must be about the lover in the meantime. Okay. I should reject it.

"On that ..." Ara stopped her sentence because Tristan disappeared from before her. The man approached his car. Then look back and ask Ara to get into her car with her chin.

He must have ignored my refusal.

Finally Ara approached and left her motorbike blind in the parking area.

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