REDAMANCY - Love's Timeless Path

15th Note

I stepped into one of the skyscrapers in the SCBD area before finally getting into one of the elevators. I felt stupid because it was hard for me to press the floor button because I was carrying a bouquet of flowers that covered almost half of my body.

"Jendra?"

My eyebrows furrowed. Of all the people I could have met today, why did I meet the person I least wanted to meet?

"Why are you here?" He looked at me strangely. "While carrying this." He continued while pointing to the bouquet of purple flowers in my arms.

I reflexively hugged my bouquet of flowers a little tighter while looking at the tall man in front of me.

"Can I meet Haira?" I asked as I got out of the elevator, bringing myself closer to him.

Pradipta, who still didn't get an answer and instead got a question back from me, narrowed his eyes even more.

He sighed softly. "Mbak Haira has a meeting; it is just about finished around,," he paused before glancing at his watch. "Maybe in about two hours?" He looked at me uncomfortably.

"Are you both fighting?" he asked again.

I just nodded slowly.

"Well, it makes sense that you would bring such a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Would you like to wait for her?"

I considered his offer before shaking my head. "Just please give it to her on behalf of me." I said while handing the large bouquet to Pradipta. "I'm having surgery after this."

Pra just nodded at my answer. "Why are you fighting?"

I simply couldn't respond to such a simple question because I knew without a doubt that I was wrong.

"If you don't want to tell me, that's fine." Pra just shrugged his shoulders, almost turning around, until I said something quietly.

"I forgot that I had an appointment to have lunch with her yesterday, and I went with someone else instead."

His eyebrow went up. "Was it a woman?"

I nodded. "Haira is really angry."

He raised his eyebrows even more. "It's not usual for her to get angry because of something like that."

"Maybe because I actually promised her a long time ago, but then I forgot and ignored her. She didn't even want to talk to me yesterday."

He froze in place and looked straight at me.

"Dip, how long have you known Haira?"

His narrow eyes looked at me strangely before he finally invited me to sit on one of the sofas near the receptionist, which I agreed to.

"I have known her for about 13 years, when Pak Danu started paying for all my financial needs."

I turned to face him again. "Then it seems like you know more about Haira."

Again, he frowned. "What does it mean?"

I held my knees, squeezing the fabric of the trousers covering them like a student being punished by his teacher.

"Every aspect of her life appears precarious at times. There are times when she appears to be the most certain woman I know. But then other times, she doesn't seem to have a single thing she's certain about. One moment, she makes me think of a tree that has been firmly planted in one spot for hundreds of years. And the next, she appears frail, as though anything could quickly destroy her."

My gaze fell on him, who was still processing what I had said. "So, I think you know more about her."

With a shocked expression on his face, he ruffled his hair for a moment, causing a few strands to jut out of his head.