Asmara World
Davis and Nixeelin.

The branded bag landed smoothly on Miguel's burly back to make the man's footsteps stop. Not until then, with emotions sticking Nixeelin grabbed a cup of warm coffee on the table and splashed it on Miguel's suit.

" Aish, just pisses me off." grunts her as she picks up her bag that fell on the floor. He left, but only a few steps back.

Plakk.

Still with the same emotion Nixeelin rewarded such a sudden slap. "Yakk, that's not how much. Just wait what I'm gonna do, you understand?"

After finishing his words, Nixeelin immediately passed leaving Miguel just like that. While Andre who had been observing from afar now shook his head and sighed.

" Mister.why has your life been so miserable for so long" he murmured toward his master.

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Looks like a mercedes-class luxury car cavansite blue metallic drove so fast, defending the capital's streets are not jammed.

Sicantik Nixeelin, the driver of the car still looks upset behind the wheel. Sometimes he sighed harshly when he recalled Miguel's words a moment ago.

" Fuck it." he snarled, clutching his wheel. He then stepped on the gas pedal, increasing the speed of his vehicle.

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On one side along the way, Davis looks constantly daydreaming. He was still thinking about his father's words earlier when he took the time to visit the father in a private residence.

" You should get a big stake like your brother. I'll give it to you, but you have to get married first. When did you get married and have a baby like your brother."

The father's story is still ringing in Davis's mind. He rubbed his face and then sighed.

Ishal who occasionally glanced at the spy observing his superiors seemed curious as well because earlier he was not allowed Davis to enter the room Mr. Dave.

" is there something bothering you in your mind?" asked Ishal, venturing to ask questions amid the calmness.

" no. Just focus on the streets." said Davis who for the first time chose not to share the story with his loyal assistant.

Ishal who listened to his employer's speech chose to refocus on the steering wheel until soon the car he was driving stopped just below the red light.

Still with his mind in a frenzy, Davis looked out the window. He wants to relax his mind. But unexpectedly, from a distance his two brown eyes caught a familiar figure who was seen arguing with someone. There were also two cars that were wrecked.

" Nixeelin." he said in a stifled voice, calling out the name of the woman he loved.

" Shal, get the car." she asked later.

Ishal, who had no idea what his boss was seeing, quickly pulled the car over before the red light ended. As for Davis, the handsome man hurriedly got out of the car and approached Nixeelin with shaky footsteps.

" What's going on?" without warning, Davis immediately mediates Nixeelin's debate with a middle-aged woman.

" Oh, are you her husband?" chirping the middle-aged woman, Nixeelin turned her head back and was surprised to see who was the figure of a dashing man who was swiftly interfering in her affairs.

" that.. "

Just as Davis was about to introduce who she was, the middle-aged woman interrupted immediately.

" Yakk. Your wife needs to be taught how to behave well. He's already grazed my car, and doesn't want to apologize." the old lady said.

" I'm sorry for my wife's behavior. I'll compensate you for your loss. Please call the number on this name card." Davis said gently, handing out his business card.

While Nixeelin, the beautiful woman was dumbfounded to listen to Davis. He did not expect that the man next to him admitted her as a wife, even more apologizing for her.

" Aish, this punk. You don't understand, do you? I don't want your money, I just want him to apologize for his mistake."

Roughly the old woman brushed Davis's hand, she did not accept the treatment of the two young couples in front of her.

Hearing the statement of the middle-aged woman before him, Davis sighed. He then turned to Nixeelin, hoping that the woman beside him would give up. But Nixeelin turned her face away, showing her usual haughty attitude.

" Auh, the child of today. If you've been apologizing since then, maybe the problem is over. Yakk, you. teach your wife right." the old woman scolded with her sour face. After that he immediately passed, got into his car without asking for compensation.

So did Nixeelin who was about to pass, but Davis quickly held her back.

" Let me drive you, you're very pale. I don't think you're feeling well" Davis said with a slightly parched face.

" Why was the day you interfered so much in my affairs? Whether I am sick or not is my problem. You better take care of yourself."

I don't know what Nixeelin was thinking, for the first time she cursed Davis so harshly. Her face paled, her tiny lips were no longer colored.

" This once, let's just say that I'm someone close to you who wants to help you" Davis said, because honestly he was really anxious to see Nixeelin's condition.

Sighing lazily, Nixeelin finally softened. He walked first, got into his car and sat down beside the wheel. Davis followed by earlier signaling for Ishal to leave without him.

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Nixeelin continued to be silent. The woman in the dress suit above the knee seemed to dissolve with her own thoughts. Davis who was focused on driving only glanced at Nixeelin who was sitting quietly beside him.

" Why are you meddling in my troubles." asked Nixeelin after a moment of silence.

" Let's just say I care about you." Davis replied soberly with a stifled smile.

" Cih. Don't care about me. We're just strangers." said Nixeelin, smiling at him.

" Well, it looks like you're starting to talk to me nonformally" Davis exclaimed at Nixeelin's usual tone, not as stiff as at the beginning of their meeting.

" So, don't you like it?"

Nixeelin dissolved into a light conversation with Davis, for a moment she forgot her problem.

" No, I like it. Keep speaking nonformally so we can be more familiar" Davis turned to Nixeelin and smiled.

" All right." Nixeelin agreed.

" Ah, I saw your car was badly scratched. Do you want to fix it?" ask Davis later.

" No, I'll replace it. I've never fixed something that's broken but I won't throw it away either. I love white cars, anyway, so I'm going to buy a white car." explains Nixeelin.

" Heh?" Davis gasped at Nixeelin's statement.

" Ah, then if there's anything you can ask me for help. I'll definitely help you." Davis later said.

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Oliveira Mansion.

After a long journey, Nixeelin has now arrived at her home. The magnificent house with a white blend of paint cream looks silent, but it is not new to Nixeelin because the house she founded a few years ago is always called silence.

" It's so boring." he said as he set foot in the living room, spread his eyes and found no one in his residence.

" Ah, isn't Lauren today not filming? Then where is he?" he said monologue to himself. Nixeelin then stepped up, towards her best friend's room.

Arriving in front of Lauren's room, Nixeelin frowned in surprise when she found the door in front of her not closed tightly. Slowly he approached and opened the door.

Empty, his best friend's room seemed empty uninhabited. "Where is he, is he out?"

Yuck. huek..

As it passed from Lauren's room, Nixeelin's footsteps were restrained as her faint sense of hearing caught up with Lauren's voice. Looking at the bathroom, Nixeelin looked curious. Slowly he stepped closer to the bathroom and the voice he heard became more and more clear.