Dilemma of Marriage Left
Chapter 101

All the family members got into their cars, except for the children of Elisha and Elea. Because they're going to school. As for Adinda (his late wife Edward), he chose to stay in Palembang. Even so, Wicak gave a house and shophouse a place of business in one of the luxury and famous housing in the city. The reason is, Wicak does not want his grandchildren abandoned especially until someone dropped out of school.

Meanwhile, Fatan had been in the car ever since. He was waiting for his wife who had not yet appeared from the house. He called, but was not answered by Nila. But when Fatan was about to follow, but Nila had already appeared from inside the house.

On the other hand, for some reason Nila's sense of smell suddenly changed when she inhaled the aroma coming from inside the car. The woman tried to turn around while taking a deep breath.

"Why does it feel so dizzy?" muttered Nila then massaged her forehead.

"Darling, are you okay?" asked Fatan when he saw Nila's behavior that he thought was strange. Because it is not usually the wife like that.

Moments later, Nila turned around and developed a smile towards her husband. "Yes, Mas. I'm fine!" the answer sounded confident while getting into the car and sitting next to Fatan who was in charge of driving the car this time.

After putting his seat belt on, Fatan started driving his car. He saw Nila's face looking pale red. "You dizzy, honey?" tanyanya again felt anxious about the state of his wife.

"A little, but it's okay." Nila looked over while smiling again. He was trying to strengthen himself so as not to vomit. Because, he did not bring a change of clothes, especially if he had to go back home. Duh, it feels so lazy.

"Yes, if you're really not feeling well ... Don't get forced work, dear. I don't want you to get sick. I will be sad." Sounds excessive is the man one, the look of his face is clear and he is the one who looks sad. But because of his deep affection for Nila, his behavior like that was merely a reflex.

"Yes, Mas. You just calm down. We must be busy today, right? Dizziness will also disappear," replied Nila and Fatan also believe that his wife can be strong.

"In order not to get dizzy, here I change the seat backrest. Maybe a little bit of a fall can make your sitting position comfortable," proposed Fatan and Nila also nodded obediently. "Are you comfortable yet?" asked the man after changing the seat backrest setting where Nila sat through one of the buttons on the car dashboard.

"Udah, Mas ... Enough," said Nila and Fatan kept his index finger away from the button while smiling.

Fatan also turned on music that was comfortable to hear. But at that moment, Nila closed her eyes.

"Still dizzy, honey?" ask again. The man seemed worried about his wife.

"Not really, honey. I'm enjoying, it's so comfortable ... But I suddenly got a fruit curd, yes" replied Nila and then opened her eyes again.

"Fruit truck? Now, Honey? Still this morning, let alone you had a little breakfast," said Fatan and then plopped his breath.

"But I want to," said Nila showing a sad face. Her eyes were even glazed.

"Um, how about ordering breakfast first at a restaurant that serves a healthy breakfast?" propose that man.

"Gak, Mum. I'm not sure if fast food restaurants are really healthy. It's okay to eat fruit, as long as it's not excessive," said Nila reject the proposal of the husband.

"Are you sure, honey?" Fatan glanced at a glance, looking anxious.

"Related. But the problem is, where is there fruit rujak early in the morning like this?" muttered Nila while looking around the path she passed.

But along the way to get to the company did not find any fruit at all. Nila felt sad and moody. Seeing the look on his wife's face looking unhappy, Fatan stopped his car in front of the company.

"Yes, I'm fine, I'm fine" said Nila and developed a sweet smile from both corners of her lips. Fatan breathed a sigh of relief because Nila did not reach tantrum.

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They arrived at the company. W-Family Company, that is the name of a large company owned by Wicak and will be transferred to Fatan after the handover of office is completed.

Everything related to the company, will soon be fully in the hands of Fatan and of course with a team that is very competent in their respective fields.

Lalisa himself as the director of marketing. While Elea's husband, as director of the production. The secretary who will accompany Fatan will be held directly by Nila. While Rusli became a special task secretary under Nila.

Not only that, Mirna was also present at the event. That is because Lativa was also invited to join there as a marketing staff under the leadership of Lalisa. Of course Mirna came with Lativa with a car delivered by Fatan.

An indoor futsal court is also on the company's lawn. The place was immediately changed in such a luxury like a star hotel for the sake of the event. Some of the staff saluted when they arrived.

Nila got off the car very gracefully. Next to his hand was coiled in Fatan's arm, then walked together towards the venue that had been provided.

When he went inside, Nila smelled the aroma of cooking. But the woman felt uncomfortable. Nila felt strange on her own body. The longer he gets less excited.

His body felt fever and pain in the head. As much as possible, he was arrested. Because soon it will be an important moment for the husband.

After sitting in their respective places, the event was finally started. The host opened the event. An amusement shown as an opening also enlivened. Everyone present was very entertained.

Meanwhile, Fatan was actually less focused because he was worried about the condition of his wife. When the host had finished giving the closing remarks, Fatan accidentally saw Nila who already looked increasingly limp.

"Darling, are you okay?" ask Fatan and then grab Nila's hand. The woman then turned her head and nodded weakly as well as my face.

"Because ... I'll take you somewhere. Come with me yuk!" bring Fatan to stand. Automatically everyone present there, making it the center of attention.

"Mas! Where are we going?"

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