Eps. 7 – Suddenly Meet Each Others

(Davendra)

          "Just stop here." I told Teguh to stop in front of the lobby of the building in one of the Sudirman Business Districts. Teguh stopped the car right in front of the building's entrance. Lots of people walked past and into the building with hasty steps. There is not only one company in this building but dozens of companies registered in this building. That's why so many people came in and out of this building. I have a headache. Maybe because it was raining the day before yesterday, and I stayed up late to finish my piled-up work last night.

          Yesterday, Teguh gave information which I think is very in favor of me. My path feels very smooth to get a goal. So, this morning I went to an old friend. I happened to invest my shares in his company. I haven't seen him in a long time. Maybe about three months?

          "Want me to take you inside, Boss?" asked Teguh.

          "No need." reject me.

          Then I came out and smiled at him. When I enter the building, I follow all the procedures. From checking the backpack, I was carrying and entering the detonator. All eyes must be on me. Anyone who sees me for a few seconds without blinking must recognize my face.

"He's Davendra. Rich young entrepreneur."

"Davendra, he used to have nothing, now he's a successful businessman."

"Oh, playboy."

          Always the same topic of conversation about me.

          I pressed the elevator button and waited. I was in a crowd of people who must have been talking in whispers. It is common. I got out of the elevator when it showed me floor number 38.

          "Morning Miss. I want to meet with Mr. Dewa."

          The receptionist, who was wearing a beige dress, greeted me in a friendly manner. Her smile widened, and her expression remained silent for a few seconds looking at me. She stunned.

          "Oh Mr Director? Wait a minute, please. I called him first." Two minutes later, I go to Dewa's room.

          "Ouch, I should have picked you up in the lobby earlier. No need to bother reaching the receptionist. You're the one who owns the company!" greets Dewa to me.

          Dewa Aditya Putra. Commercial Company Director. The business has only been running for the past two years and is growing rapidly. All employees are reliable marketing. I met him because he was a friend of mine when I was in college. Although, he is two years older than me. I know him because he is my senior and has the same vision and mission regarding business in Indonesia.

          "Actually I can come to your office, Dave." he said. The style is relaxed.

          "Do not have to. I just want to explain a few products." I waved my hand in the air.

          "So we have a small meeting?"

          "Okay." I nodded in agreement.

          "Have you had breakfast?" he asked. "Well. We're just having breakfast." Dewa decided unilaterally without waiting for my answer. Dewa got up from his comfortable sofa. He grabbed the intercom and pressed a button for his secretary.

          "Rani, prepare breakfast as usual. Oh yes, please call Mrs. Sarah with Kayshila here. Tell them there is a guest."

          "Okay sir." said the secretary across the intercom.

          No need to wait long, the door of Dewa's room was wide open. A woman in her early 40s greets Dewa with a smile.

          "Good morning sir."

          Then behind the woman followed a woman who was younger than her. Her face was familiar. But this one is beautiful and graceful maybe because I've seen plainclothes, sneakers, flat shoes, and no make-up so far. Just a lipstick polish on her lips. This time her legs are long because she uses high heels in the same color as her clothes.

          "Morning Mr Dewa." said the woman cheerfully. She smiled broadly at Dewa. Like she admired Dewa.

          "Morning, Miss Sarah. Hi… Morning Kay…" said Dewa.

          Dewa looked at the woman named Kay in amazement. I glanced at Dewa and glanced at Kay.

          "Come here, Mrs. Sarah and Kayshila. We have a client. This is Mr. Laksana Davendra Ishan." continued Dewa. He held out his hand to introduce me.

          I know very well, the woman named Kayshila showed a shocked face. She tried her best to normalize his face. I wanted to laugh at that moment.

          "Mr. Daven, this is Mrs. Sarah, our Head of Marketing. He's the most reliable in this company."

          "Hello, sir." Mrs. Sarah's voice was firm. I shook Mrs. Sarah's hand.

          "Well here it is, Kayshila. Today she just came back after she took a lot of leave. That's why I called her here to get busy with work." Dewa smiled at Kayshila again. Even Kayshila smiled back at Dewa.

          I held out my hand to Kayshila; only she didn't give me her hand. I'm waiting for her. I'm still smiling at the sight of her face. Maybe Dewa and Mrs. Sarah would be suspicious of my face. Finally, I lowered my hand to her. She just nodded his head.

          Smile at me.

          "Hello, sir." greets Kayla.

          Dewa and Mrs. Sarah looked at Kayshila strangely. Maybe in their minds, why did Kayshila doesn't want to shake my hand.

          "Hello, Kay." I replied.

          Silent room. Kayla glared at me, her hands were placed on her lap, and she holds a small book and a pen. I am 100% sure both Dewa and Mrs. Sarah understand this situation.

After that…

11.00 WIB

*KCK

Meet me at the emergency exit near the toilet. Now.

          I read the chat from Citra just now. I've been keeping Citra's number for a long time. But I never start a conversation in chat. For some reason. Meanwhile, Citra knows my number because I gave her a business card. When I met her on the 38th-floor emergency stairs, I saw her annoyed face.

          "Ishan!!"

          "What?" I don't seem to know.

          "You want everyone in the office to know that we know each other?"

          "Yeah, why?"

          "You should pretend you don't know me." Citra's voice trailed off. A little whisper. She approached me. Her hands are on the waist.

          "Everyone already knows. There's social media."

          "But I just got back to work. Don't make things difficult for me. I know you like being the center of attention. But I don't."

          I paused and smiled.

          "How's your wound? Still sick?"

          "Ishan!"

          "My wound still hurts when I face someone who is angry."

          I held my chest.

          "I'll call you later, okay?" I said again while turning my body. Leave her standing on the steps of the emergency exit.

          Next, I saw Citra in the cafeteria. She sat with her friends, and her face was flat. Smile sometimes, and she doesn't eat. She was just dumbfounded to see his friends eating. I didn't see Citra ordering food. Just a glass of cold drink. I was three meters away. I was in a pile of hungry humans that afternoon. Dewa said lunch in the canteen is delicious.

          Last night, I contacted Dewa to cooperate with my company. Dewa always agreed. I haven't told him yet, and for some reason, I asked him to cooperate. This afternoon, in the cafeteria, I told him.

          "Kay is very hard working. I like him." said Dewa while chewing his grilled chicken.

          "Like?!" I squinted at him.

          Dewa stopped chewing. He seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing.

          "No. No. I don't like her. I likes her job. She work  by ethic. Yaaa…. although there are many who really like her."

          I slammed the spoon on the plate.

          I had no appetite. Dewa laughed.

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* Kayshila Citra Keswari