Dilemma of Marriage Left
Chapter 16

"Crazy, where are you going?" Fatan went and followed the woman. However, Nila who was still upset continued to walk without giving any response. Fatan clucked, got upset and inwardly complained.

"Women if they are mute again are like mute men. Diem. Well, how will work later. Can he be professional?"

Fatan's phone rings. The phone came out of my pocket. He paused for a moment and pulled over to not block the path of the passerby, then checked who was calling him.

Mother is calling ...

Instantly a quick breath he did. Fatan immediately remembered, if he had not informed the mother when he had reached Palembang.

But unfortunately, now is not the right time for Fatan to answer the phone from the woman. Fatan refused the call. Instead, he opened the text messaging app and started typing replies.

Fatan_ 8 o'clock call again. I now eat near the apartment.

Fatan clicked on the 'send' writing while stepping forward intending to catch up with Nila. Coinciding with that, someone rushed over from the front.

Bruk!

The Fatan movement stopped. His phone was thrown from his hand because a body was docked in his chest.

Oh no!

Fatan hit someone. It was hard enough that the force of the collision had to take a step back to hold the two of them back from falling. Reflexes, his hands clutching the person's back. In a matter of seconds, Fatan realized that the person in his arms was a woman because his hair was straight and shoulder-length.

But when the two met, it turned out that he was a man who had a mustache under his nose. Fatan's surprised not a bitch. He immediately took off his embrace.

"If you go look around dong! My phone fell!" fatan protested while holding the shame because not a few people who were there saw the romantic action like a pair of lovers.

From a distance Nila giggled until her breath felt very tight. Though initially had accidentally looked back, but when noticed it turned out that the ending was really an entertainment for him.

Meanwhile, Fatan rushed inside one of the restaurants there. His hunger was unbearable. Plus, I was embarrassed.

"Gosh, got a fucked-up boss anyway! Forgive me. I swear to see his behavior was like kayaking in romantic movies in Europe. Try earlier I had a video-in they continue to be entered into TukTuk must be viral," said Nila and then returned to the laughter until it appeared.

When she was satisfied to laugh until she let out tears, Nila also went from the food court to her apartment unit.

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In the morning in an office with a new building and the room is still smelling the smell of freshly dried paint, there is already a fanfare. Because when Nila had just arrived there, Fatan suddenly came to him with an aura full of anger.

"Well, tell me why are you spreading such a poor video?" tanyanya squinted her eyes.

"Huh? What video is it, sir?" Nila asked back, because she didn't understand.

Fatan immediately showed the screen of his phone to the front of Nila's face and it was very close. Even so Nila could immediately catch the man's intent and then poked her lips in laughter.

"No, you did it, right? Why me!" urge Fatan so that Nila immediately confesses.

Seeing the man's increasingly unfriendly gaze, Nila immediately behaved normally. He took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.

"Sepent ... " Nila pulled the phone out of her bag. "Now, Mr. Fatan see for himself the contents of the gallery on my phone. There's no video that captured the incident semalem?" He gave his cell phone to Fatan.

The man pulled his eyebrows together, immediately hesitating that Nila was recording and spreading it on social media. After quite a long time looking at the gallery, Fatan was misbehaved. In an instant he became awkward in front of Nila. He also gave the phone in his hand to the owner.

Nila mende*sah quietly while taking back her belongings. "Other times if there is anything else do not immediately nyolot. Ask well can. Anyway, I may be that bad," he said insinuating the man who had the status of his superior.

"I'm sorry, I'm accusing you" Fatan replied in a soft voice.

"Yes, if so, please go first." Nila invites Fatan while giving way so that the top can go first.

"Then are they so friendly?"

"Well, do they have a special relationship?"

"It could be, well it could be a trending topic in the office."

The whisper reached Nila's ears as it passed through them. Inwardly, Nila continued to grumble.

"Bad Mr. Fatan, want to be released turned out to be very tight to hold it. Even if the contact can be a wrong vein. Bummer!"

Arriving in front of Nila's desk, Fatan let go of his armband.

"Well, sir was using a holding event? Make other people think weird know?" nila protested, confirming her clothes and sitting on a chair.

"Either wrong? Truck is just a trailer, we're not really?" reply Fatan was being haphazard.

"Yes obviously wrong sir. You are my superior and I am your subordinate. We are bound by a relationship of work, not another!" firmly Nila who does not want to be treated arbitrarily by Fatan.

Compared to Bayu. Indeed, for eight years, to hold his hand when meeting can be counted with fingers. Especially Fatan who is not who he is. Nila is angry.

"Yes, I'm sorry, yes" said Fatan lightly while smiling and then into the workspace devoted to him.

"It looks so innocent, it's so pretentious!" said Nila in a soft voice, just after Fatan closed the door.

After the drama in the morning has passed, Nila also began to focus on her new task as a secretary. He began to double-check the schedule of Fatan's duties today, re-dataing incoming files from various parts of the division, and concurrently paying attention to eating Fatan during office hours.

An hour later, Nila, who had finished the record, went to Fatan's study. Not to forget before entering, he also knocked on the door first. The woman with the lashes came in shortly after getting an order from Fatan.

"Excuse me ..."

The man who was sitting in the oversized chair, invited Nila to sit in the chair right in front of his desk.

"Sit down!"

"Oh no need sir, thank you," refused Nila to be polite. "I'm here to tell you about today's outdoor work schedule" continued the woman and Fatan nodded in understanding.

"Yes please."

Nila began to read in detail and detail. Where, where and with whom Fatan will meet.

"It's clear, sir?" ask Nila after ending her explanation.

"Yes. Um, I'll go with you later, won't I?" tanyanya seemed to be afraid that Nila did not come with her.

"For morning and afternoon meetings I will accompany. But in the afternoon, sorry can not be the same me. There are meetings in two places at the same time. We don't want to do the job. Can you sir? Given that there are no trusted people to represent anymore," Nila said in hopes Fatan said he could.

"All right then. Please just prepare the materials and also notebooks, pen and laptop before I leave!" fatan's orders. It can still be understood by Nila. Maybe this could be the first job of the man leading the company, Nila thought.

"Okay sir, I'll prepare. Any more questions ?"

"No, enough."

"Okay, if I'm sorry." Nila looked down respectfully and then walked out of the room. Before long he came out, the phone on his desk rang. Nila rushed over and looked at the rectangular flat object screen.

His forehead frowned, the article number that called it could not be recognized aka new number.

"Whose number is this?" muttered. I don't know why she's afraid that it's Dany's number. "Any answer?" He felt restless for a moment.

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