Dilemma of Marriage Left
Chapter 128

3 Days away from her husband. Nila remained relaxed, because Fatan kept his promise to always give him news. Sometimes, the two make video calls to treat each other's longing.

But suddenly something changed from Fatan. Right on the fourth day, for most of the day the man had not contacted Nila at all.

 What was? Did something happen to her? That was the question that had crossed Nila's mind after many times trying to contact her husband but there was no answer.

As a result, Nila who was increasingly agitated chose to change clothes immediately and intended to go to the husband's office. Given the special event he was participating in, not accompanied by Rusli.

After being tidy, Nila rushed out of the room. But when he opened the door, he passed the mother who also just came out of the kitchen.

"ila? Where you going? How neat." Mirna knitted her two eyebrows.

"You go to Fatan's office, ma'am. Bosen is also home, can't you?" Actually Nila's heart felt tight-fisted, afraid Mirna would not allow it.

"Why do you want to go to your husband's office? Fatan is not there anyway. Then who do you want to meet?" cycar Mirna's. The middle-aged woman stared fixedly at her eldest child.

"Yes, play ma'am over there. To Fatan's mas room," Nila answered getting nervous. But he kept following his premonition, wanting to go to the husband's office.

Mirna took a breath. Suddenly his premonition as a mother felt refused if Nila to go there. "Did something happen to you guys, um?" The question came out of Mirna's mouth.

"I don't know if I'm feeling premonition or not. But obviously my feelings were suddenly not good. I think there is something like that, Mom," explained Nila who tried to express what she felt. Even though it feels hard.

"If you feel that way, there must be a reason to dong. If you can know why? Maybe I can help you find a way out. Moreover, you are pregnant like this, if there is no husband you Mother who is worried, Nila. Later it is assumed that Mother even let you," asked Mirna with a look of shade.

"Hm ...." Nila breathed a heavy sigh. "Almost all day long Fatan is very difficult to contact, Mom. Yesterday even though he was busy, he kept answering my messages. I wonder if I want a mastiin. Moreover, he went alone."

"Jeez, Nila ...." Mirna patted her own forehead. "Mom guess why. Hm." The woman shook her head. "Yes, I know you're worried. Maybe your husband is busy now. That's why I haven't contacted you yet. Try to be patient ... Maybe when you're done, you can contact me directly."

"But does Nila need to ask Rusli, Mom? Who knows if he's got any information on Fatan's mas." Nila squeezed both of her hands.

"Yes please, but ask by phone. Or if you need a video call. Let it look like he's lying or not" Mirna replied.

"Yes, Nila took my advice." Nila pulled out her phone from her pants pocket, then contacted Rusli via a video call.

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At the company, Rusli was busy with various affairs. His job has doubled since Fatan took training. In the middle of his focus being full, suddenly a call came in from his phone. Rusli turned his gaze for a moment from the laptop screen to turn towards the flashing and vibrating screen of the phone.

"Mrs Nila? What's up, huh? Tumben uses all video calls. Duh, how's the answer? Why am I so wrong with this behavior, yes" murmured Rusli immediately tidied up his clothes. He also uses his laptop screen as a mobile phone backup. He answered a video phone call from Nila.

"Good day, ma'am," said Rusli.

"Jiang ...." Nila took a breath. "Rus, I'd like to ask you. From the morning Mr Fatan called you?"

"She, Mom. He asked for some company data. Say it to be a presentation."

"Why, ma'am, if I may know?" That question was very carefully Rusli asked.

"Oh no, um ... If for example, he will have to call you again, please tell him yes tell me to reply to my message," message Nila.

"So it seems ... Okay, Mom. I'll tell you later." Rusli was not at all pleased to ask again. The man could only comply with what his Boss' wife had said.

"Yes, that's it. Don't forget to say yes, Rus!" Nila stressed once again.

"Ready, do it, Mom!"

"Thank you in advance, sorry to interrupt the timing. Afternoon, Rus."

"Together, Madam ... Just relax. It's noon, Mom."

After the phone call ended, this time the internal phone on the table Rusli also rang. The man answered immediately.

"Hello?"

"Sir Rusli, sorry to interrupt the timing ..." The female voice that sounded was no stranger to Rusli. The voice that had always made his heart tremble. Who else if not Lativa.

"Yes Tiv, it's okay. What's the phone? Usually send a message," replied Rusli.

"Look sir, said Miss Elisa ... This year's final report doesn't seem to be gradual, but it should be made one. How, Sir? What can?"

Rusli was silent for a moment. As Fatan's right hand, he had to be careful in making decisions. Especially if currently Fatan is not in place for opinion.

"If half of it used to be sent to me could it not? You see, I can also go into more detail to check it out" Rusli said.

"I think I can, but unfortunately Miss Elisa still wants to be one. Moreover, the warehouse and shipping parts also want the same. The problem is there are several production raw materials that are indeed reports made into one. If indeed later there is data that does not match, the impact will be to the marketing department as well. Worried we mispriced the meeting with management."

"Is that so?" Rusli thought again. Finding a solution so that between his wishes and them it can be in line. Finally, he thought that it should be discussed back to Fatan. Given the documents of the report referred to by Lativa it is their latest project in collaboration with a company owned by his father Antony.

"Tiv?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"Gini aja, say the same thing that was tasked with the report. Now it is better to do it first while walking. Later if Pak Fatan is free, I will talk to him for a solution related to it. Yea?"

"Okay, sir, if that's it."

"Sip! Oh yes, afternoon come home with me huh? Did you bring a car? You see, my car's still in the garage."

In a different place, Lativa reflex scrunched his eyebrows together.

"Tumben really car in the workshop and not finished," he said in his heart.

"Where, Tiv ? Can't you?"