REUNION

"Hallo, how are you? My name is Erika Kumala, a Manager-----"

"I know who you are. Your boss has already told me about you. You are an export-import manager at PT. Wiratama Mitra Sukses, right?" Cut representatives of PT. Grasia Food with a big smile.

"Ah, I see… Please have a seat." Erika asked the guest to sit in the place that has been provided.

Erika watched his guest. For a middle-aged man, he seemed to really take care of his body well. With short haircut, he lets his white hair without any coloring needed to change it just to look younger. Even though, he looked old-fashioned but with a modern look, it actually makes him look charismatic for his aged. "I am sorry earlier, sir. Coincidentally, our boss is not here."

"Yes, I already know. I called your boss earlier."

"I see. If so, there is anything I can help you with, sir?"

"Look, Miss. Erika, so far our cooperation in exports has been going well and smoothly."

"That's right, sir."

"That's why we, PT. Grasia Food would like to offer another cooperation again. This time, it's through imports, ma'am. What do you think?"

Erika tried to control her expression so as not to look too happy. She also seemed to be trying to calm her pounding heart due to the unexpected news she had heard just a moment.

"We are to be honored for the trusts are given to us, sir." A smile tugged at Erika's lips. "If I may know, what types of services do PT. Grasia wants us to work on it, Sir?" Erika asked looking intently at her guest. "Just for quarantine only, for making PIB, or maybe just for trucking, Sir?" Erika repeated. She was trying to give some options that could be taken by PT. Grasia.

"We want all-in. The whole of custom clearance is delivered by Wiratama, Miss. Erika. We entrust all the processes to Wiratama."

Erika smiled at the request from her client. It is certain that their trust will not be wasted by her. "So, if I may repeat… Wiratama will take care of the arrival of the goods at the port until the shipment arrives at the warehouse in Pati, Sir?"

"That's right, Miss Erika."

"Including quarantine, Sir?"

"Especially, in that regard. Please help from Wiratama."

"Well. We will do our best, sir."

"That's what PT. Grasia hopes."

The middle-aged man smiled in satisfaction. He looked at the watch he was wearing, then immediately got up from his seat. "Okay, Miss Erika. I think that's enough for today. All required documents will be sent via email immediately."

"Okay sir. We will wait."

"Thank you."

"Thank you, Sir. Please." Erika replied shaking the man's outstretched hand and ushered him out of the room. She led his guest to the parking lot. She was still standing there until the car which the man inside was riding came out of Wiratama's office.

Upon her return, Erika came to Soffi who had been waiting for her at the entrance of the waiting room while wringing her own hands.

"How is the situation?"

"The situation is safe at the moment. But-----"

"He's still raging?"

"N-No. I already explained that you are receiving our priority client."

Erika breathed a sigh of relief. A smile emerged from her lips. She is happy to have got a new contract again with a long period of time. Now, she should calm down and show her professional face again. Soon, she will find out who the mysterious guest who is arbitrarily enters and dominates her boss' room. "Good." She said smiling at her assistant who looked pale.

"He asked me to send you in as soon as you were done with your meeting. Are you ready?" asked the woman with the anxiety she was so clearly showing.

"Yes" Erika answered with greater calmness than she felt. She walked to the heavy teak door and turned the brass doorknob.

And here is it. The figure of a man who has occupied the deepest place in the recesses of her soul which was once warm but now only filled with a dark and cold emptiness. The man who often haunted her dreams in her youth. In fact, several flashes of memory of him still appeared in her daydreams during these ten years. And now the man was in front of her, looking so real. Staring at her with full judgment from the tip of her hair to the shoes she was wearing. He watched her every move. As if, measuring the ability of its prey before confining it, ambushing, and then preying on it.

"Are you all right, Erika?" Edo asked as shifted his chair back. "Sit down first." He asked her to sit down on the chair.

Erika closed her eyes, trying to control her body which was shaking violently in front of the man. She began to remember again this morning that felt so heavy and tiring. It started when she found that her cooking gas had run out when she wanted to make breakfast. Then, when she wanted to drink hot tea, she forgot to buy it yesterday because she was too busy working. The same goes for the bread and sugar, which she doesn't even notice. As she decides to go buy breakfast, a call comes into her cell phone which turns out to be from one of her priority clients.

The client is asking for advice with regards to shipment which is coming this week. Erika decided to go to customs office this morning and ask the officers there as directly about the conditions that can enter the port using the goods code according to the standards set by customs. In the end, she gave up her intention to have breakfast and went straight to the harbor after previously telling her boss about her plan. And, she didn't expect that the peak of all her fatigue today was the man who was standing across the table and was watching her with sharp eyes. Which is he is the real boss. At the same time, he is the owner of the company where she worked for these six years.

"How could this happen?" Erika asked after sitting on one of the leather chairs in front of the table and sitting politely crossing her legs while tugging at the bottom of her skirt.

"What do you mean, how did I become the owner of this company?" asked Edo smirking. The curve on Erika's forehead deepened, along with the look on her face that grew even more furious at Edo's joke. "If you want to know, it will take at least ten years to explain to you. Do we have to get married to know the answer that you want?"

Just a few minutes ago Erika entered her boss' room and received the shocking news. But it feels like it happened centuries ago. The tension that Erika felt was rising layer by layer, like the formation of a volcano.

"I mean…why just now you have decided to show yourself?" Erika took a deep breath as if it was the last breath capable of saving her. She wished the floor beneath her split open and she fell into it.

"You think this Boss is too exclusive, too stupid to come to a branch and not want to know every employee? Not so with me, Erika. I know about you and your abilities. In fact, since we were in school."

What does it mean? Did Edo want to tell her that he had been watching her all along?

"Only a little things, that I was regret when looking at your file, Erika Kumala, twenty-eight years old, single. It seems I had already let you alone for too long. Thinking, that you still need some space for yourself and time to have fun."

Erika's heart had already jumped from her chest and, clogged her throat. Now, her heart started pounding wildly, blocking her breathing. Erika averted her gaze from Edo's alluring and hypnotic gaze, and concentrated on the hem of her skirt.

When she dared to look at Edo again, the man was observing what she had done. The man also noticed the smooth knees wrapped in nylon stockings. Edo's eyes moved further, observing her long calves and slender legs. Erika couldn't move. Her head was spinning.

Etiquette forced Erika to respond. "I-----"