Chapter 5. Regan's Danial

"Of course you are, Master Davero. Why follow me? You better get going," I said angrily.

"I've taken you all the way. Won't there be a thank you and an offer of tea for me?" Davero asked casually, putting his hands into his trouser pockets.

"Thank You. Now go home. I don't have tea stock at home," I said, trying to shoo him away.

"Water is not a problem. There's no way there's no stock of water, right?" He said it was more relaxed and annoying.

What can I do? I lost badly. This asshole makes me want to grab him, always as he pleases.

"Are we just going to chat outside like this?"

I grunted in annoyance and opened the door, knowing that serving this one human would only make my emotions rise.

He barged in and sat on the sofa. He said as he started laying his feet on each other, "It's fresher and smells nicer here than outside."

I didn't respond and kept walking towards the kitchen to get some water for him. I thought about just serving tap water so he would have a stomach ache and give up coming here again. However, what if it caused an infection in his intestines and I was also charged with the motive of poisoning someone? I reversed my intention about the tap water.

Finally, I chose a gallon of water to be served to him. There was no tea for him unless he picked the tea leaves himself.

"This. Quickly finish it and go home," I said, keeping the glass on the table in front of Davero.

"Okay. I'll be leaving after this drink is finished," he said, then grinned. "By the way, how long have you lived here? Why did you move from Semarang?"

"None of your business," I said sarcastically, still standing.

"I am your boss. It's natural for me to know about my own employees. I don't want to have employees who are not clear, like terrorists. Later, my company will go bankrupt," he said indifferently as he took a glass to take a very small sip.

I was stunned to hear his story. Can someone assist me in removing this one individual from my home? Unfortunately, there isn't.

"You can ask that directly to the HR managerial section," I said.

"I want to ask each employee directly. Data can be manipulated."

God, I'm exhausted from conversing with this annoying man. I can only answer that.

"I've lived here for five years but only joined your company about three years ago. The reason I moved from Semarang is none of your business."

"You haven't changed, Neta."

I'm just silent.

"I always like to see you talk at length. You look so adorable." His words sickened me and made me nervous.

Why is it like this, anyway?

"Bundaa!"

sigh!

Regan came home.

"Mother!" I saw Regan run to me and hug me.

"Ha-hi, honey." I returned the hug and glanced at Dave, who was watching us.

"Mother, Aunt Ilen didn't come in because there was a car in front. So Auntie just hung up on Egan until the end," he babbles.

"Your son?" Davero broke the awkwardness.

Regan turned to Davero; they looked at each other and studied each other.

"Regan." I quickly diverted my son's attention. "Come on, say hi to Uncle Dave!"

"Yes, Mother." Regan walked over to Davero, who was still staring at Regan intensely. Obviously, it makes this heart beat faster and want to jump out of place.

Hello, Uncle Dave. My name is Egan." Regan said it with a wide, childish grin and chubby cheeks.

Davero was frozen in place, still staring at Regan, and so stiff when Regan reached out his hand for a kiss.

"You are married?" Dave asked, much to my relief that Davero didn't seem to notice any resemblance whatsoever.

"I guess it's none of your business," I said firmly.

"Mother, Egan is going to Kamal," Regan said.

I nodded and let Regan into her own room. It was better than him staying here and making the man suspicious and realize something.

"Agneta, are you married?" asked Davero in a growling voice.

"Not your business!" He responded, which surprised me. "It seems you have to go home, Pak Wiratama, because I have to take care of my son."

He stared at me until he finally looked away when he said he was going home. I watched his movements as he got up from the couch and walked out of this house. I finally breathed out a sigh of relief when I heard the roar of a car driving away. I felt my heart was almost out of my mouth, and half of my life was gone. I felt very weak.

When will everything last? Gradually, he will realize who Regan is. I'm not ready for that, Lord!

*** 

Davero sat and stared intently at one point in front of him. His hand gripped a cocktail glass with a little ice mixed in. His memory drifted to the incident at Agneta's house. That kid, Regan, There was another feeling that Davero could feel, but he didn't know what was going on. The touch of Regan's tiny hand seemed to be able to reach his cold and dark heart. Davero had never liked small children, but the boy was an exception for him.

He took out his cell phone and called someone to give orders.

"Find out about his life and report it to me immediately!"

The line was then hung up, and Davero gulped down his drink before he heard a shriek.

"You're having a great time relaxing here, while I have to finish all the damn work!"

"Aiden?" he muttered.

"Well, it's me! I did not come as your representative in the company! I came as your cousin, and stop keeping me busy!"

"You are more mature and experienced than me. So it's natural for you to finish everything."

Dave said it casually as he put the glass on the table.

"You're good at saying that. Because of this job, I have no time for my girlfriend!" he said annoyedly. Aiden sat down on the sofa opposite Dave.

"Stop sulking at me!" cheered Dave as he poured another drink from the bottle into his glass.

"You look troubled. What is it?" asked Aiden; he wasn't used to being around alcoholic drinkers.

Finally, I met him again," Davero muttered.

"He?" asked Aiden, frowning. He wasn't sure about the person Davero was referring to.

"Yes, he is. The woman who was present in my past," answered Davero with a murmur.

"Where did you meet him?" asked Aiden, watching Davero's face, which looked hard.

"He's one of the employees in the company!"

"Really?"

Davero nodded weakly.

"It turns out that this world is very narrow," said Aiden with a chuckle. "Will I know him?"

"Does not seem. He is far under our surveillance, and you definitely wouldn't know him since he isn't directly related to us."

"Maybe, but I have to see who that girl is." Aiden rubbed his right palm against the arm of the sofa.

"One day you will find out," Davero muttered, then drank his last drink.

After talking for a long time, Aiden walked out of Davero's apartment. In the courtyard, he met two twin-faced men in formal attire.

"The twins who get along," said Aiden.

"According is just a cover," said the man with sideburns while winking at his left eye.

"You came here. What is it?" asked the man beside him.

"Nothing." Aiden shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe I'm missing my cousin."