Decision

"Arya, have you prepared the draft agreement I asked for last night?" Wildan asked Arya, his assistant while his eyes stared straight behind the glass wall. His gaze was blank, towards the view that revealed the buildings and housing that lay in front of him. Lucky to be in his study at this time, he could freely stare at the horizon on the ninth floor.

"Hmmm ... what exactly, Sir?"

"You'll find out later, too, " Wildan replied, curtly. "Don't forget, there are two letters of agreement you have to make."

Arya raised her eyebrows, astonished. His boss doesn't usually do that. Usually it is always open, because the distance between their ages is not too far. Not to mention, their friendship relationship had lasted a long way since they were still sitting on the blue white bench.

"So—"

"Don't ask, and in an hour we are getting ready to leave."

"Leaving? Where we should go?"

"Why are you so fussy today, Arya?" Wildan's eyebrows interlocked with a slightly higher tone of voice.

Arya grimaced at the words of her superior. He smiled, showing his teeth. With deft, both hands were cupped in front of the chest.

"Sorry, boss," he said. "I fixed the draft. It's still an hour, right?"

"Yes. Don't be long."

Arya also left Wildan's study while grinning at the horse. Although it could capture where the direction and purpose of the draft was made, but still he was curious about what WIldan would do.

***

A black sedan car with a letter logo in a circle drove away from the company where Wildan was the chief Director. As the successor of Cakrabuana Group, Wildan spends more time by working and working. Not even the slightest thought to have a romantic relationship with a woman.

That's what became a burden for the father, Cakrabuana, to fall ill. Hopefully, all assets of the company will be inherited from his two children, namely Wildan and Wistara. Unfortunately, Wistara prefers to be a specialist doctor rather than managing family assets.

"When are you going to give a grandson to Dad, Wildan? Look, Dad's condition is not what it used to be. Do you have a heart for Daddy?" Cakrabuana looked at Wildan's eyes half-pitifully, making Wildan speechless.

"Dad, can't we talk about the wedding and grandchildren later?"

"What are you waiting for, Willy?" The tone of Cakrabuana's voice rises, his eyes drool now. "If you don't get married soon, the position of President Director I will give to Henggar!" Cakrabuana's voice thundered, as if breaking the eardrum.

It doesn't matter who takes over the company, but not with the Children of aunt Mona. The woman is the second woman after the mother of Wildan and Wistara passed away about twenty years ago. The two of them were still sitting on the blue bench.

"I will not let that woman and her children take over the company. I won't let it go, even if it lasts forever."Wildan clenched his fingers, full of anger.

"Give me some time, dad. I'll give you an answer right away."

"Don't take too long, Willy. You know, I can't wait any longer." Cakrabuana's speech is what burdens Wildan at this time. He had to rack his brains on how to fulfill his father's wishes.

"Mom, which way are we going?" Arya's question suddenly made Wildan come to his senses from his reverie.

"Oh, to the Dinoyo area," Wildan replied, briefly.

Arya also drove his vehicle to the area mentioned by Wildan. In the area is famous for its densely populated housing, and the path passed was very vulnerable to congestion. However, as an assistant Arya did not argue in the least.

"Do you think it makes sense that I immediately look for a future wife?"asked Wildan suddenly. His tone was subdued, as if unsure of his question.

"Anyway, busy at work. Invited acquaintance with the girl even ran away, " Arya replied with a laugh. If he thought he was going to play a joke, he was wrong. Wildan's face stared blankly at the road that began to jam. He couldn't find a line of circus smiles that usually made him grin at the horses.

"Do you have a candidate?"asked Arya. "Don't you think aunt Mona wants to set you up with Celine? That pretty hot chick, huh?"

"I don't want to have anything to do with that woman. Especially with the woman of his choice. It's the same as getting into a snake's nest."Wildan's answer was cold and firm. There was a note of hatred at every emphasis of the word that came out of his mouth.

"Yes, too, anyway. But ... back again, same Mas Wildan. What to marry him for. Like this letter of agreement I made, right?"

This time a thin smile outlined on Wildan's lips. It is foreseeable that Arya understood his intentions and goals without being told in detail.

"You understand at last."

"But ... isn't this too much?"

"As long as the deal is in place, it doesn't matter."

"Is she beautiful?"

"What kind of question is that, Arya!" hardik Wildan with glaring eyes. However, the shadow of Galuh's face danced in the arms of his eyes. The moonlight so beautifully framed her face. Wildan immediately erased the memory of Galuh. He did not want to be lulled by the girl's face, fearing that feelings would pour out on him even deeper.

Arya laughed loudly at Wildan's reaction. He knew that his boss and best friend could not lie. Just by her body language alone, Arya knew that the girl must be attractive.

"I would have known if I had seen that girl."

"Don't get me wrong, Arya."

"I'm flexible, man. There is no need for preliminary interpretation."

"Nonsense!"

"Seeing your reaction, this girl must be interesting. It may not be beautiful when you look at the situation. But ... I'm sure he has a lot of selling points as well."

"Arya ...."

Arya again laughed out loud at Wildan's reaction. He likes to see his best friend in the fog with his heart. Because Wildan is not someone who likes to express himself. In fact, he prefers to close himself with the aim that others do not know how his true nature. In fact, behind the hard and firm side of Wildan, his heart is very soft. This trait is not shown to just anyone. Only those closest to him can see it.

"At the end of the road, turn to the right. Later at the end of the intersection there is a narrow alley, just enter up to a dead end."Wildan explained the direction to his destination. Occasionally he pointed the way using his index finger. While Arya nodded to understand, even though for him at the end of the road it was very strange and never visited.

"There, what should I do?"

"You just calm down enough. I'll manipulate the situation. Don't talk too much, and ... looks like you need to get ready for the worst."

"Ha? The worst possible? What the hell is that?"Arya asked with a frown, her eyes glancing at Wildan from the rearview mirror. Wildan returned to his eyes while pointing at the direction with his index finger.

"Get ready"" Wildan said with a big smile.

Arya followed the direction of Wildan's index finger towards a small unkempt house at the end of a dead end. There, had been waiting for a few men with large tall posture dressed in all black.

"No kidding, right?" Arya's face looked scared.

"Come on, Get Down. Don't forget to prepare the draft agreement."

Arya came down from the car with her body trembling with fear. He didn't expect the situation to be this scary. If counted, there were more than twenty people with strong bodies like bodyguards in black clothes were in that place.

"Are we going to be okay?" asked Arya, shuddering. "We can't possibly die, right?"

"Death, life, age and soul mate in the hands of God, Arya. We cannot determine arbitrarily."

"But ...."

"If you follow my words, then you will be safe."

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