Dilemma of Marriage Left
Chapter 113

Lativa who had wanted to turn around, was immediately stopped because Rusli called him.

"What's up, sir?" tanya Lativa is neither gluttonous nor friendly. His face was flat and only smiled faintly. It is almost invisible. But seeing like that, Rusli's heart was very happy.

Rusli moved his foot closer to the woman. But when it was faced with Lativa, suddenly his phone even rang.

"Gosh, who the hell's on the phone?" rusli said in his heart. He was a little upset that it might ruin his plan. After seeing the name of the person who called him, Rusli did not dare not answer him.

"Sorry Lativa, I'll answer the phone first. I'll send you a message."

Huh! Me? Lativa until linking his eyebrows heard the word 'me' just spoken by Rusli. But again the woman does not want to dispute or exaggerate. It could have been just a spontaneity for Rusli, Lativa thought so.

"Good, Sir. Then excuse me." Lativa bowed respectfully and left from before Rusli.

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The call from Fatan was to call him to hurry to the room. Arriving in the room, Rusli saw a pile of files that previously still existed, now there is no.

"Rus, I just got an email from the production line. Said one of our colleagues wants to increase the amount of each shipment." Fatan moved from his seat of power. "We have to check directly into the field now!" continue while putting the buttons on his suit.

"Good, Boss."

Fatan walked first, then followed by Rusli. They walked towards the production building that was separate from the office building. Between the two buildings was given a special pedestrian area that was given a transparent roof in light blue.

Upon arrival in front of the lobby of the production building, the two were greeted by a manager of the section.

"Good day, Mr. Fatan and Mr. Rusli" he said kindly. In fact, the man was very nervous about the arrival of his superiors who were very sudden and without giving any information.

"Piang. I want to see a list of colleagues who have worked with us" said Fatan. His face was flat and solemn, and his demeanor was very similar to a freezer. Real cold.

"Good, Sir. Let me show you," said the man, and invited Fatan and Rusli to come inside.

While walking, Rusli opened the email meant by Fatan earlier. The email was sent directly from the production manager's email address.

The impromptu pawn done by Fatan managed to make everyone in the production room put on a tense face.

After re-checking, it turns out that there is indeed a surge in sales in the market for the goods they produce. Usut had a mouthwash, Rusli was able to quickly net initially can be like that.

Apparently it only started from one of the social media accounts that use their products when doing live broadcasts. Moreover, the account also has a lot of followers.

Instantly an idea came to Rusli's mind. The intention is that the idea will be channeled during the first weekly meeting for promotional materials.

Unlike the Fatan who still continues to talk seriously with the production manager. It was unexpected that Fatan who was haphazardly, could be as serious as that while working.

It was an hour before Fatan and Rusli were there.

"At any time we'll send things to them, there'll have to be my signature. Let me know that the delivery process is going as it should be" Fatan said.

"Good, Sir. Me and the team will fix it again."

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At night at the Wicak family residence. As usual, the family dinner was quiet. The two sons of Elisha no longer sought attention. They both sat sweetly in their own places.

After dinner, Nila did not go straight to the room. He and his four nephews played in the living room while watching television.

While playing, Elisha came to call his two children to study.

"Five minutes again, Mommy!" aycel exclaimed as he ran, chasing after his other brother.

"No! Mommy doesn't know your five minutes could be an hour!" firmly Elisha. His eyes glanced sharply at his two children.

"Ah, Mommy!" ghina protests who still want to play.

Nila finally stood up. "Ings! I used to play it. Tomorrow we continue again, Auntie also want to bobo nih," he said and pretended to yawn. "It's so fucking bad!" connect Nila.

"Well, okay." Disappointed faces radiated from the four very sweet and funny children. Even so the four remain shriveled. One by one they went to their rooms.

"Bye bye! See you tomorrow, Gengs!" exclaiming Nila while waving her hands.

After everyone left, Nila went to her room. He was also certain that Fatan was already in the room, waiting for him.

"Mas .." call Nila when you get into the room. Fatan was already there. He seemed busy in front of his laptop. "So seriously, what else is it?" the question approached Fatan and hugged the man from behind.

"I have another job check, dear .." replied Fatan. The man turned his head then menci* um the wife's forehead.

"Nothing is finished yet?" ask Nila again.

"Not finished yet, more precisely check aja .. fear there is important information suddenly. This is a possibility .... " Nila changed position to sit next to Fatan. "What's wrong?" ask Fatan later.

"I want to sleep ... But the back is the same waist yes want while in the incandescent until I sleep," replied Nila Iirih. His voice sounded spoiled, but to Fatan it was even funny.

"Open, reed .... Let's go to bed, let me massage until you're a pretty bobo" Fatan said.

"You, Mas!" pekik Nila's. Unexpectedly the man did not let Nila walk alone, he lifted the bride's body ala brides. Fortunately, Nila's weight has not increased drastically because her pregnancy is still fairly young.

Fatan laid Nila slowly on the bed. He watched her beautiful face. It feels very anxious to make Nila into a dessert for him, but considering that in a young pregnancy is very risky to miscarry, then the desire must be harbored semetara.

After Nila was in a comfortable position, Fatan began massaging Nila's back body with full feeling.

"Oh yeah, this morning Lativa stopped by here," said Nila.

"Morning? Shouldn't he be in the office?" ask Fatan in wonder.

"She said she had a meeting at a diner near here, kept bringing me a snack. And then he also told me about Rusli who would help him," replied Nila casually.

"Oh yes, I also knew about it from Rusli directly."

"When Rusli asks Lativa, how?" ask Nila. His consciousness began to decrease because of drowsiness plus the pleasure of massage given by Fatan.

"Well, not how. Depending on Lativa itself is ready what it does. I'm sure Rusli knows when the right time is. Moreover, he is not a typical man who hastily in every decision."

"Oh ... Zzzzzzzzz."

Fatan stopped his massage while exhaling a long breath. "She was sleeping, and then she seriously talked about her sister." Fatan chuckled slowly. "Good night, honey." A kiss landed on Nila's forehead, and she went to sleep.

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The next day, Lativa came to the office as usual. Greet each other at every employee who passed him, until when he reached his desk. How surprised he was when he saw a flower bucket with a beautiful blend of colors perched on his desk.

"Whose flower is this?"