"Who are they?" asked Devan again with his focus still on the highway he was on.


    "I don''t want to talk about it," Anna replied.


    Hearing this, Devan was silent and did not speak again. Lost in their thoughts, there was only the sound of passing vehicles that filled the silence of the two.


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    "So what now? You''re going to work soon. Shall I walk you straight to your ce of work?" asked Devan after a few minutes of silence.


    Not getting an answer from Anna, he turned and found the girl who was asleep. Whereas it was only a moment ago that they spoke to each other.


    A ragged sigh escaped Devan''s lips. The rain has stopped, the ck clouds that previously filled the sky began to diminish, leaving a view of a very clean blue color.


    The man drove the car casually. Towards one of his favorite boutiques.


    ***


    The ringing of the cellphone sounded from behind the pocket of a man who was currently climbing the stairs. A girl seems to be sleeping in his arms.


    They are Devan and Anna. The man kept walking without slowing step down a bit, ignoring the ringing of the cellphone that kept ringing.


    Entered one of the rooms on the second floor, which was none other than his own. Afterying Anna on his bed she then rushed out of the room.


    He checked the t-shaped object for a moment before closing the door to his room, only to see who the culprit was from the ringing sound.


    Devan then calls the driver to bring all his groceries in.


    "Hello, Mom," said Devan, answering the phone that had just rung again.


    "...."


    "I am fine, Mom. What Happens to call me. What''s wrong? If you just want to discuss the marriage again, I should just close it," Devan replied in one breath.


    There was a harsh sigh from the other side.


    "...."


    Devan stayed where he was when he heard his mother''s words just now.


    "I told you, I don''t want to get married yet, I am still very young. I refuse," he said in a very unfriendly tone and then ended the call unterally.


    For some reason, his mother always told him to get married quickly, even though there were still many things Devan wanted to do. After all, he was only 26 years old, still very young. He is not ready to build serious rtionships with other people. Moreover, that person is the woman of his mother''s choice, Byanca.


    Byanca is his childhood friend. Even though they had been engaged since childhood, he already didn''t have any feelings for her after that incident, not in the slightest.


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    Until now, he had never been in a rtionship with anyone except Byanca. But that doesn''t mean Devan has never had sex with women.


    It''s a different story when ites to that part. Who doesn''t want the body of a Devan? Even the employees in hispany are very fond of him and often make him the object of their imagination.


    In Devan''s eyes, all women are equal. Just want his body and the money. Therefore, every time Devan has sex with a woman, he will not do it a second time with the same woman.


    And until now, of all the women who have yed with him, no one has seeded in moving the heart of a Devan Atmadja.


    After receiving a call from his mother, Devan immediately went to his private room. Picking up the tab there, and checking something.


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    Today is a holiday, he still routinely checks the schedule that has been prepared by his secretary.


    Seeing Monday''s busy schedule, he sighs a breath.


    Looks like he needs to rest his body before that dayes.


    Leaned back in the chair behind his desk and then rxed his mind a little.


    Come to think of it, Devan hadn''t been this rxed in a very long time and this was the most rxing holiday of his life. How could it not be, before when he was on holiday, the man still worked alone, as if he didn''t work he would lose his ability to breathe. Even some of his employees have called him the workaholic boss.


    ***


    It was already 05.00 in the afternoon, orange tinges began to scatter to fill the horizon, the streets still looked very congested, the breeze blew the curtains from the wide-open windows.


    A typical wake-up groan was heard from the tiny lips of a girl who was still curled up in the nket, right on top of Devan''s king-size bed.


    She is Anna, somehow her whole body felt crushed, blinking her eyes to adjust the light that entered her eyes. Her vision was a little blurry, her head felt very heavy, and for some reason, she felt so cold.


    "Get up, and change your clothes," a man''s voice greeted her ears. Suddenly she took a sitting position, a frown that was visible on her forehead.


    This was the same room where she had been before.


    ''Is it a dream?''


    With a quick movement, Anna turned to look for the clock which turned out to be on the nightstand which was right beside her.


    "I''mte!" she was panicked then stood up.


    However, her feet hadn''t even touched the floor, and her body fell again.


    Dizziness that was so great suddenly hit her.


    Suddenly she remembered everything that happened today, and it is making her stop her intention of trying to keep standing.


    ''I must have lost my job again,'' she thought with a sad heart. The clock shows five o''clock, and part-time workers are not allowed to be absent without any information. Her only job left was at the cafe. But with this condition, she can''t work.


    "What''s wrong? How are you feeling?" asked Devan approaching Anna while putting a brown Rolex on his wrist.


    "Why am I here?" asked Anna in a voice so weak that even her throat felt very dry.


    "You fell asleep in my car, I didn''t know where to bring you, so I brought you here," Devan replied.


    "Can I ask for a drink? I''m very thirsty," said Anna hoarsely.


    Hearing this, Devan nced at the watch in his hand, then reached into a handphone in his shirt pocket.


    "Bring me a ss of water," he said, appearing to be talking to someone.


    Just a few minutester, there was a knock on the door.


    Devan immediately walked over and opened it, showing a middle-aged woman in a maid''s suit carrying a tray filled with a ss of water.


    "Please, sir."


    Devan just nodded.


    "Make food before going home," said Devan closing the bedroom door. He didn''t even wait for the middle-aged woman''s response.


    Yes, Devan only has a housekeeper, but because the man is very rarely at home, the middle-aged woman onlyes in the afternoon to clean and do other housework, she can only return home when she has done everything.. Little information, both the housekeeper and his driver, live in different ces with him.