Dilemma of Marriage Left
Chapter 24

In an office space, Fatan was still busy checking the report he had to sign. This whole day the man was busy because of the work that was supposed to be arranged by Nila, he really did it himself. Considering the other employees in the office were already very busy doing their respective work.

Then an office boy knocked on the door of his room to bring him the dinner he had ordered.

"Lake in!" his orders and the door opened.

"Excuse me sir, here's dinner. Where are you going to put it?" tanya office boy was carrying a white plastic bag in his hand.

Fatan took a quick glance then turned his gaze back to the laptop screen. "Put it on the table" he asked.

"Good Sir." The office boy nodded his head and put it on the table at the request of his boss. After that he looked down respectfully then left from there.

Fatan continued his work until it was completely finished. Given these reports must have been returned to each division.

Up to an hour later, Fatan raised both hands while stretching his stiff waist muscles. So tense the muscles, until the sound of kretek that makes him feel comfortable and more relaxed afterwards.

Before returning home, the man finished the food he had ordered earlier. When he finished, he went back to the apartment.

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Upon arrival in the basement of the apartment, Fatan did not immediately get off his car. He took out his phone first to make sure there are calls or notifications coming in or not. But unfortunately, there is only a message from the mother that contains questions about his whereabouts. Fatan only replied to the message.

Then his mind suddenly remembered Nila, the secretary who had accompanied him for the past six months. Fatan looked for the woman's contact on her phone and then made a call. The man just wanted to know how Nila in Jakarta.

Several times calling, Nila's number was busy.

"Why is the number so hard to call? Did something happen to her?" muttered Fatan monologue. He got off the steering wheel and went to his apartment.

When he had just opened the door, Fatan was suddenly startled by the appearance of a woman with a jet-black face and hair that was left unraveled.

"God! Who're you?" The man hesitated a little between going forward or retreating. Honey, there's no Nila there. Maybe if there's a woman, Fatan can hitchhike in her apartment to hide.

"Who are you who are you! This Mother knows!" the woman then tied her hair.

"Aish!" Fatan stroked the chest while normalizing the roar of his breath that had stirred. "Mother why the face in the black mask olesin? Serem knows no!" He also did not lose the protest.

"Yes, you've been running long anyway. Waiting not to come home. Mother Bosen knows here alone. Uh yeah, Nila's not in her apartment? How come you didn't see her yesterday afternoon?" lalisa asked because usually every Fatan came home, he always saw Nila enter his apartment.

Fatan who had just sat on the sofa just remembered that he had not told his mother about the calamity that was being experienced by Nila.

"Oh yes, Nila yesterday afternoon permission to go home first because she got word that her father died because he was a hit-and-run victim" said Fatan.

"Huh? Seriously you? Very sorry Nila," said Lalisa also felt sad.

"That's why Fatan's overtime until this night. There was no Tilapia, so no one helped. Usually if the outside task and other Fatan receive in order," said Fatan while removing his tie that seemed to suffocate in the neck.

"That means he's in Jakarta now?" ask Lalisa quickly.

Fatan nodded his head, confirming.

"Have you tried calling him yet? Or here's Mother who calls. Mother is worried about how she is now." Lalisa immediately approached Fatan who was still relaxing and immediately grabbed his son's phone that was on the table.

Instantly, Fatan jumped on the sofa then immediately grabbed his cellphone which was in the hands of the mother. Suddenly Lalisa was surprised and shook her head to find Fatan's behavior like that.

In Fatan's room. The man chose to go to the bathroom first to refresh his body and mind. Only a day and a half without Nila, he was very defeated by his work. Especially if Nila to ask for a one-minggi holiday ration? Wah can-can branch offices that were already very good, be walking in place or maybe it could be decreased.

After finishing the bath, Fatan quickly put on his clothes and went to the balcony connected from his room. Not to forget, he also brought a cellphone to call Nila back.

Not until the third ringing did his call get answered. Fatan was immediately wrong.

"Good night, sir," said Nila in a distinctive soft ear.

Heart rate felt by Fatan, why is it so fast? What's up with that guy?

"Nilight ... " Fatan loosened his throat for a moment. "Um, how are you? How did I call you busy?" tanyakanya.

"Sorry sir, there was a call coming in so I can't answer Mr. Fatan's phone."

"Oh so .. How are you and your family doing now?" Fatan repeated his question again.

"Well, sir. Oh yes sir, I wanted to apologize earlier ..." Nila paused her speech.

"What are you wrong? Why apologize to everyone?" Fatan is impatient.

"Look, the hit-and-run case that my father experienced has been included in the police report. Just now I got info from them if the culprit has admitted and has entered the detention cell. They asked me to come to the office again tomorrow because there was something else I wanted to talk about. I ask permission sir and apologize if tomorrow can not return there," explained Nila with great caution.

"Need to use a lawyer? I have a family lawyer, that's also if you want. No need to pay, alias free! You see, if you pay later the mother even nagged," said Fatan made Nila giggle amused.

"No need yet, sir. The process is purely from the police. Even if I need a lawyer later, I want to obrolin first with mom," replied Nila.

"Yes, then. When did you get into the office?" ask Fatan.

"Maybe the day after tomorrow or come home from my police station to get the goods in the apartment," replied Nila according to her estimation.

"OKAY. Rest there, don't get tired!" exclamation Fatan.

Nila who already knew what her boss's behavior was like, did not take heart for his attention. To him, it was natural for a boss to pay such attention.

"Yes, Mr. Fatan too. Don't stay up. Oh yes, this afternoon, I sent an email to you about the meeting schedule that I have changed according to the client's request. And I also made it clear to them that for the next few days to talk to you directly, is it okay Sir?"

"Oh, that's okay. Besides being afraid to interfere with your business there, relax. For your email, I have not checked. There are a lot of reports that I have to check. After this I'll check."

"Okay Sir. Maybe that was all the information from me. I'm sorry sir I'm so sleepy, go to bed first."

"Oh yes please, have a good rest!"

"Good sir thank you. Night."

"Night."

The call ended. Fatan immediately pulled out his laptop from inside the bag and started checking the emails sent by Nila.

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