“It’s not like that.” Bagas sighed. “Do you know? Where I met Karina?” Bagas smiled remembering how he met Karina. “Not from Adel. I met Karina in my own way. I often disguised myself as a taxi driver—often taking Karina home.”
“Every time Karina gets in the car, she cries—to the point of sobbing. She needs a lot of tissues to wipe her tears. I don’t know what makes her cry like that.”
“But now I know why Karina cried. It must be because she was with you.” Bagas looked at Saka who looked angry. “She cried a lot. She even said she wanted to give up. But—I told her to hold on. Hold on for the things that make her happy.”
“If you want Karina to stay. You have to be the thing that makes Karina happy.” Bagas stared at a document lying on the table. The document was a cooperation offer from Saka.
“I put aside my company’s progress to make Karina live her life better.” Bagas stood up. “I can’t tell you where Karina is.”
Saka widened his eyes. After lecturing him at length—Bagas would leave
