A Cold CEO
CHAPTER 12.

Mr. Jendra glanced at Zafira's calm face but his gaze was as if humbling Zafira.

The sound of applause was immediately heard from Mr. Jendra's hand.

"Heh .. You think I don't know ! what were you doing under that O.B ? already .. Your innocent face will not make my eyes fooled ! " Oceh Mr. Jendra.

The more devastated Zafira, because there is not the slightest sense of pity on Mr. Rajendra.

Zafira bowed her head while holding back her tears that almost spilled back.

Because he felt free to debate with the great Master, there was no use for him.

"Excuse me, sir ! " Say Zafira without seeing Mr. Jendra's face.

Zafira preferred to leave the room, without retaliating and defending himself in the presence of the great Lord.

Mr. Jendra was stunned silently to see the figure of Zafira who just fell silent and bowed his head, his usual Zafira mengegapkan body when wanting to defend himself.

"Well as soon as you get out of my room, my room is clean enough before you come into my room. " Rajendra said firmly without remembering the heart of a woman who will be hurt by his speech.

Zafira's steps came to a halt for a moment, after hearing the insults back from the mouth of the great Lord.

Wanting his taste Zafira shouted, or even slapped the mouth and face of Mr. Rajendra at that very moment.

However what power Zafira can only tighten his palms, and close his eyes firmly.

After that step he accelerated, and his sense was no longer strong for his stay in the company.

At every step Zafira further solidified her heart to get out of the company, without thinking about how she should make a living if she quit the company, even though only as an office girl.

Zafira chooses to go home early, and asks his senior for permission. Before his senior gave Zafira permission to leave the place first.

By bringing a pile of disappointment, anger, emotions he carries with him the same thought, that is, the thought if he should get out of that place immediately.

That day Zafira managed to get out of the place which made her feel very depressed.

Once at home, he tries to calm his heart because he does not want to see his mother worried about him.

"Loh Nak ! how come home fast ? " Task Zafira's mother, who immediately greeted Zafira despite just sitting in a wheelchair.

Zafira took a deep breath and exhaled her slowly while wanting to take some tranquility for herself.

Zafira smiled, then ducked before her mother.

"Yes ma'am, I got permission to go home fast ! because where I work there is one event, so in addition to the staff can go home quickly. " Say Zafira as much as possible to find an excuse.

"Oh so ! yeah, you rest first. " Answer answered Zafira's mother while confirming Zafira's messy haircut.

Zafira smiled and nodded her head, then she pushed her mother's wheelchair into the house.

Zafira spent some time resting, then he went out of his room.

Zafira's steps and gaze were glued when she saw her mother who was stroking her legs and occasionally Zafira saw her mother grimacing in pain.

The pain raged again in his heart, his fragile sense of seeing the figure of the woman he loved so much endured the pain for quite a long time.

At once Zafira thought if he quit his current job, like his daily life, what about the cost of living he with his mother, what about the cost of living with her, what about the drugs that Zafira has to buy every month.