Dilemma of Marriage Left
Chapter 15

Nila entered the apartment facilitated by the office. Comfortable, neat and clean, although the area is only about sixty square meters which there are five rooms. Among them are two bedrooms, one bathroom, one living room, a kitchen that becomes one with a dining room.

In accordance with the agreement that has been agreed black on white. During the stay in the apartment, laundry and cleaning of the house have been provided from the apartment.

The woman went into one of the rooms and put the suitcase right in front of the closet.

"Before the fall, I finish the clothes first. Fear if you are tired of sleeping so lazy. Especially tomorrow morning must have entered the office and will meet the boss ngeselin it continues," said Nila monologue. He sat on the floor and opened the suitcase.

Without him knowing, it turns out that the apartment occupied by Fatan is next to him. Get ready tomorrow morning Nila will be surprised not to play. It's one office, work desk nearby, plus neighbors as well. Complete already as long as the eyes looked, which Nila saw was not far from the man.

After tidying the clothes into the closet, Nila went to the bathroom because suddenly her stomach felt nauseous. Is it possible that Nila was hit by jetlag for the first time on a plane?

Without feeling the day was already afternoon, while Nila was still reluctant to open her eyes since enjoying a long nap. The quiet atmosphere in the apartment was what made him wake up instantly. His pair of eyes looked around the room, a moment later he let out a long breath.

Nila finally uncovers the blanket and gets out of bed. The wall clock installed in the room shows at 5 pm local time. Take a shower to refresh the body.

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In the evening, Nila intends to get out of the apartment unit to find food. As he remembered this morning, there was a food court not far from where he lived.

Not until waiting for the morning, Nila came out and closed the door together as did Fatan. Realizing there was someone else on the side, the woman turned her head.

"Well, Mr Fatan lives next to me? Shouldn't you stay one floor above me huh? You're there's all elut class," said Nila staring in wonder.

"No. Although I am your boss in the office, but in terms of facilities we are the same. Doesn't a CEO and secretary have to be close together for cooperation to be tight?" reply Fatan lightly.

"Huh? Why could it be? Is this an office facility or are you asking?" cecar Nila was not in the least.

"I don't know either. Just my understanding is so," replied the man very casually as he left Nila just like that.

Nila quickly followed. "Where is Mr Fatan going?" asked the woman when she had managed to match Fatan's footsteps.

"I want to eat, you alone?"

"Either."

"Oh." Brief and clear until the mouth of Fatan is perfectly round.

"Oh doang? This original boss emang ngeselin," Inner Nila grumbled.

The two keep going hand in hand. Until right across the street to the food court, Fatan turned left and Nila followed.

"Hey, you want to go to the men's room?" asked Fatan in a slightly hardened voice. Luckily at this time in the area it was very quiet. Nila instantly died a tick and saw the clues that were in front of her.

The woman was grinning, feeling embarrassed and awkward. "Sorry sir, if that's what I'm going to do first." Nila immediately turned around and took a thousand steps to quickly disappear from there.

Fatan just shook his head looking at Nila's behavior which he thought was very abstract. "Basar women now, follow me. Next time try to take him to the ravine, he's not coming too huh?" then he muttered and went into the toilet.

Meanwhile Nila still continued to walk along the food court. His pair of eyes looked one by one the eating places that were there. Until he does not feel himself at the very end, Nila has not decided what food will be his meal tonight.

"You want to buy Neng?" ask the seller of egg crust with sparkling eyes. He was also happy because there were people who would approach his merchandise

"May Bang, want one serving!" exclaim Nila then sat on the edge of the terrace which is located at the very end.

"Okay, I'm waiting. Let me make it first." The seller began concocting the crust of eggs. As we know that the food comes from Jakarta. But it is truly miraculous for Nila, it turns out that in Palembang there is also.

"Abat selling this, original from Jakarta?" asked Nila while watching the seller cook.

"Not Neng. I'm native Palembang."

"Why can betawi's logic really Bang? And the Palembang people are also great at making eggs crust," said Nila praised the seller.

"It's not ape-ape anyway Neng. Aye let me explore the role. Many say that selling from the heart can bring sustenance to their own goods. Even though I only once didang to Jakarta," said the seller was very similar to selling eggs crust in the original city. "Where's the hell's the hell's the hell?" the question is then fanned charcoal so that it can quickly mature.

"Oh can do that Bang," said Nila just smiling knot. Because as we know, if the food is indeed originally from the metropolitan city. "Unfortunately I am not good at trading .." continued Nila and sat with a chin.

"Yes, everyone has different sustenance. Who knows if Neng stopped by here could invite others to come along too."

"Amijin ... "

It did not take long, the shell crust that Nila bought was finished. He closed his eyes when he smelled a fragrant aroma that made the stomach increasingly struggling to be filled immediately.

The woman finished the food looking very gluttonous. But suddenly there was the sound of footsteps stopping right beside him.

"Gosh, this is a really good place to eat. Are you here?"

The voice of course has been able to guess Nila who is the person, none other than Fatan.

Nila looked up with her mouth that still stuffed the crust of the egg quite a lot. He stared cynically at Fatan as he chewed his food as quickly as possible. Not until five minutes, Nila also swallowed the food.

"Mending you for dinner!" nila was upset.

Regardless of Nila's words, Fatan first sat down next to her.

"Sir, can you not follow me?"

"If you don't want to be followed by me, don't be my secretary!" firm with the man.

Nila rolled lazily her eyeballs and ignored what Fatan had just said. He sped up his meal and rushed over to pay for it.

Sure enough, Fatan was only bothering Nila earlier. Not to buy that shell crust.

"Nilah ... "

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