Chapter 58 - Gomawo Oppa

"Hendra... stop pacing like that."

(You make me worried)​​

The Wenceslas's heir had been thinking non-stop since the arrival of his grandfather's people.

He hadn't checked any files for which he was assigned.

"Do you know about the D floor?" Hendra asked.

"Nope." The secretary innocently replied. (Isn't that just a rumour?)

"If I need bodyguards who will we use??" Hendra asked Surya again.

"The service provider agent," Surya replied.

'Ah there is no guarantee for my safety' Hendra muttered.

The man was calculating his luck that seemed far from hope.

"According to your analysis, what percentage can we fight Wiryo?!" Hendra was still chasing conclusions in his brain.

"As a grandson, I think 50% is good enough. As a CEO, it seems less than 20%." His assistant replied.

'Ah Surya's prediction is too good. He didn't even know the 4 special units that my grandpa built.'

The man sat at his desk, completing the conclusions raging from within the brain.

"Starting tomorrow, we will inevitably work with the President Director's people. You must accept mingling with Andos's team. If necessary, make peace with him."

Hendra realised that fighting his grandfather was like a cat fighting a lion.

It was too impossible to win.

"Yes! I understand." Surya caught a glimpse of Hendra's grandfather's insistence.

It couldn't be resisted.

"Give Andos the information needed for my wedding preparations."

"Oh yes, find out whether Aruna and her father has accepted the change of wedding date!"

"Roger that." Surya replied.

Hendra glanced at him.

"I have a special request for you! Help the Magic Letter team complete the invitation 20 days from today. I believe this is impossible for them."

"Do everything you can to help her. I have encouraged Aruna to make this decision. If the invitation project doesn't work out, the girl will be disappointed in herself." Hendra ordered.

"Yes." Surya immediately rushed over. He then returned, glancing at Hendra.

"Hen." Surya called.

"Were you attacked by someone until Andos brought the bodyguards to you?!"

Hendra smiled, realising that his friend was worried about seeing the bruises on his face and one of his eyes that looked red.

"I got this for stealing something. The owner then beat me. Unfortunately, she banged her bag right at my face." Hendra's explanation confused his secretary.

The man walked away, frowning.

***

"How is this?!" Dea, Aruna's friend wanted to cry.

The girl had visited four LKS Bunda BISA community programs that worked on the Aruna-Hendra 3D invitation.

The time limit given at the beginning was so tight that they could not even choose to give up when it had to be accelerated.

20 days didn't make much sense to create a new community.

The new community needed training first at least 1 week, and the rest was a trial phase.

The failure percentage was quite big. The results tended to be untidy and far from the expectations ordered.

As a quality control, Dea couldn't ignore the product quality. Moreover, this project was a special one, the marriage of the founder of Magic Letter.

Dea and Surya drive non-stop all-day long. The two of them wouldn't back down, but the fatigue and repeated rejection overwhelmed them.

"Let's rest first." Surya gave advice while gazing at the road ahead.

The sound of the faint call to prayer was heard.

"We can stop at the next mosque." The hijab girl asked.

"Okay." Surya immediately slowed down the car.

For a long time, Surya waited for the hijab girl to finish praying.

Surya had spent 30 minutes. But, there was no sign of Dea showing up yet.

It took too long for the man to try to find out. He sneaked around the place for women's prayer.

"What are you doing??" Dea shouted.

"Argh." Surya was really shocked.

"You took too long, so I tried to find out hehe."

"Sir, I was talking with some women inside. They used a unique brooch. I was wondering where they bought it. It turned out that it was from one of Aruna's competitors in the award we have ever participated in." Dea spoke so eagerly that it seemed fast and difficult to understand.

"Just a moment, slowly please. Miss Aruna has ever received an award?" Surya traced Dea's intentions.

"Yes.. the best newcomer start-up in the craft category." Dea replied.

"Then another nomination is a start-up that sells the brooches of those women?"

"Correct."

"What does that have to do with us?" Surya was confused.

"This is what I haven't explained."

"They are part of the craft association. As far as I know, the association has many members. Unfortunately, the majority of the management and development centres are in Surabaya." Dea explained

"You mean if we can't push our production team, why don't we just use outside professionals?"

"Yess." Dea was so happy that she even jumped into her two hands, clenching her cheeks.

Surya smiled, observing Dea's behaviour.

"Alright, let's find something to eat first then discuss again."

Dea nodded her head as the answer of Surya's reply.

In between meals, the hijab girl was still busy searching and occasionally chatting with someone.

Surya was a little uncomfortable. The man took Dea's phone.

"Sir, this is important... Give it back!" Dea exclaimed.

"You and Miss Aruna are the same. Don't call me, Sir, I'm not married!" Surya firmly replied.

"And finish your meal, then play your phone." Surya was like a fierce father.

"We've got a 10 years age difference. I don't know if you don't want to be called 'Sir'." Dea sofly grumbled.

"Find the right call for me, then I will return your phone." Surya actually took Dea's phone.

"Beep beep beep." The girl's phone rang.

"Sir, this is important.. really, very important." Dea asked, beging.

"Change my call name!!" Surya didn't budge.

'Ouch... this man'

"Oppa... give it back to me Oppa..." Dea deliberately interfered.

"What's that... ??" Surya was tickled hearing this.

"Hehe.. I like watching Korean dramas .. that's my best call for you..." Dea cornered Surya.

"Oppaneun johda na-ege jwo." Dea stretched out her hand while moving her fingers, a sign asking for something (Good Oppa, give it to me).

Surya was forced to hand over the girl's cell phone because he was tickled to hear that.

"Aish millennial is really terrible," Surya grumbled.

Soon, the girl was chatting with the person on the other end.

She then seemed really enthusiastic, informing that the craft community administrator had given their address.

They were looking forward to Surya and Dea's arrival as soon as possible.

It turned out that the hijab girl moved so fast.

Surya didn't realise that when Dea played the phone earlier, she was communicating with those people.

Surya told her to immediately check the plane ticket. They left tomorrow morning.

Somehow, Dea's face was sluggish.

"What's wrong?" Surya curiously asked.

"See!" She showed something on the phone screen.

"There are only executive tickets left, and it's costly.. Should we take the train??"

"Just take it. What's the problem?! The train takes 12 hours. Time is so precious now for us." Surya gave instructions.

"But, how about the magic letter finance?! It's too costly to buy my plane ticket."

"We will be responsible for all the accommodation."

"Really? Gomawo Oppa." Dea thanked him.

"Yikes... You tickle me." (Stop using that strange language)

The next day, Dea was so enthusiastic. She took several photos and even asked Surya to take them.

The girl told him that this morning's flight was her first experience on a plane. So, she was a little overboard.

Surya had a hard time understanding Dea. The hijab girl spoke strange language several times. And even called him the weird call 'Oppa'.

For a moment, Surya saw himself in her.

The girl's enthusiasm was the same as when he first flew to California, USA.

***

Aruna had not gone to campus yet.

The girl was pacing to the bathroom.

'Ah, Damar was right. My stomach was messed up'

'Yah... I had to take the follow-up-exam.' Aruna just found her regret.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Miss Aruna, you have a shipment."

One of the household assistants of the Lesmana family infiltrated the youngest's room, smiling, and put down the lunch package.

"It seems like if Miss Aruna is sick, I don't need to cook."

Aruna slowly got out of the messy blanket roll, while glancing at the object that was meant by one of the house assistants.

The girl was attracted by the packing that looked appetizing.

There were banana, rice cake, applesauce (applesauce or mashed applesauce), and toast, including a nutritious isotonic drink bottle.

*Next time don't eat junk food.

Aruna seemed to hear someone's voice when she read the message.

'Ah Hendra!? He knows I'm sick? From who?'

The two of them didn't even save each other's phone numbers.

'Is this the BRAT menu?! He found out I had diarrhea.'

Aruna started to open the package and slowly tasted it.

It turned out delicious.

The girl sat down and continued her curiosity about Hendra's menu.

(The BRAT menu is a good food pattern for diarrhea sufferers, because it contains low fiber, protein and fat. So it is good for digestive organs that are having problems)