My Husband's Second Marriage
S2. RI'S. Bab83's chat. Where's Dia?
The application event has been held, Nita has been given a warning for him to come. However, Nita felt that she did not need to come, she was not at all a part of their family.
Nita looked at her face in the mirror. Several times he exhaled a rough breath, hesitating to come. However, she remembers Bian's message, if she should be present to represent him.
"Come or not?" She looked at the picture frame of herself and Bian, the man she already considered as her biological sister. Finally with consideration he will attend Indra's application event.
Nita's long hair she let down, she chose a pink dres, a bag with matching colored shoes. The woman polished her face with make-up. After she finished dressing up she came out. However, before leaving Ana came.
The woman was stunned to see the appearance of her mistress dressed up.
"Miss is so pretty today, are you going to be ken-"
"Mbak Ana, I'll just come to the application. Not for dating, even if I'm dating who." Nita laughs at Ana's words.she feels not close to any man, why could Ana think that way.
Ana looked at Nita from head to toe repeatedly, "with the guy last night Miss, I think in-"
"Sir, he's the me*um guy I've met. I wouldn't want to date her." Nita shuddered to think of Indra. However, Ana laughed at her employer's behavior. For a long time he had not seen the behavior of his master like this.
"You don't love her, Miss? that love knows no age, nor does it see from the level of what Miss was talking about just now" Ana warns Nita. Nita smiled and left.
Along the way to Indra's place of application, he remembered Krishna. Not without reason, he was just afraid that the man would mess up the event.
Now the vehicle that had taken him away had reached its destination. Nita opened the door slowly and got down. Before entering he exhaled a rough breath. Pray that nothing will happen.
The event was held at nine in the morning, Nita deliberately came at 10, so that she did not wait too long until the ring exchange event. However, when he entered he felt astonished. There was no one there except Indra, and also her secretary.
"Welcome Miss Nita, please sit down, and nikmai dishes are available" said Indra's secretary. However, when the man was about to leave Nita held him back.
"Why hasn't the show started yet?" nita asked, the secretary just smiled.
"Love Mr. Indra has not come, according to the servant in his house he has left from 8." The man bowed his body, and resigned.
Nita looked at Indra's pity who was just pecking at the chair. Sometimes the man dipped the drink on the table. Shouldn't this proposal have a happy ending? Why do they not seem to love each other?
"What kind of relationship they live, until the application of important moments like this even hurt each other," muttered Nita, she finally ventured to get closer to Indra.
She wanted to comfort the man, when Nita had reached near Indra she was holding onto Indra's shoulder. The man looked at Nita's hand on his shoulder, slowly looking up at Nita.
"You came, sorry to bother you. But the show failed," Indra regretted, Nita smiled she sat her butt next to Indra.
"You want to hear my life story?" Nita paused her speech waiting for Indra's approval. The man nodded steadily.
"From the match between us, we were together as children. We grew up together, even our age." Nita took the tissue first rubbed under her eyes. He hasn't said it all but he can't say it.
Indra, who saw Nita's reaction, asked him not to continue his throw if he could not catch her.
"I don't feel hurt. But I feel too forced. He is indeed a young 22-year-old, he once said that our relationship must be lived without having to curb each other. He doesn't want to be tied to a serious bond. However, I think this is necessary because I love him, I don't want him to think I'm not serious about him. After I met him, I could think a little bit of an adult" Indra said at length.
"I guess it's because he gave the code, if I have to give a clear connection. However, I was wrong. He said as per his reality, this is what was on his mind."
After saying the problem, Indra's secretary came to tell Indra if the meeting would start soon.
"I'll have to work back Miss Nita, if you don't mind my chauffeur will deliver you." Indra stood up, but Nita still sat down and stared in confusion.
"Maybe there was a confusion as to why I could go straight to work, before I took the time here to ask for a meeting to be held during the day. However, since this event failed I asked for a meeting ahead." Nita nodded after Indra explained.
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Before Indra's driver drove Nita home, she headed to Indra's office first. On the way Indra just fell silent and busy looking at the documents his secretary brought. Nita felt awkward and could not say anything. Even he felt regretful, why not choose to take a taxi online.
As she was daydreaming, it came to her mind to remember Krishna again. Yeah, where's that guy? not usually he does not come when he goes with men.
"Miss Nita," called Indra, she was still staring at the window ignoring Indra's call.
"What's the matter, it's been 2 days that Krishna didn't come to disturb, did something happen until he didn't have time to waste his time begging for my time," said Nita, he brought his cell phone and pressed a contact named Krishna.
But he said that he was determined, he was afraid that Krishna would misunderstand him. He went back to look for Ari's name, but he dropped it again. Until he finally chooses Tazkia's contact for him to call. Again Nita paused it. Storing the phone in his thigh, and then he took it again, and he did it over and over again.
"Nona Nita," called Indra a second time, Nita did not say she looked agitated. There was no other choice Indra was holding Nita's hand by force.
"Eh." Nita looked at Indra's hand that was being linked. Indra also looked at Nita, the astonished face that Indra saw. He's releasing it.
"Sorry if I'm sassy. However, you look like you are restless. I'm just trying to calm you down, please don't think badly of me" Indra regretted, feeling sassy.
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