Dilemma of Marriage Left
Chapter 32

Brak!

Nila was stunned when Fatan had just sat next to her. It was not a matter of sitting down, but the man closed the door of Nila's car very tight.

"Geez, really possessed this guy! Just be careful if the door to my car is broken. Got to make some compensation!" nilah's nagging in the heart. But unlike the look of his face that still looks calm as if it does not matter if Fatan does that.

"Nobody's missing, right, sir?" ask Nila nicely and be very sweet.

"Nothing. Move now!" When giving the order, the man's gaze only stared ahead. His current mood was really very bad. Nila also did not argue anymore and took the lead to run her car.

The journey from the boutique where Fatan was picked up to the event venue for approximately half an hour. Actually not too far away, it's just that the highway in the center of this capital city is unpredictable.

Upon arriving at the event venue, Nila lowered Fatan first in front of the hotel lobby.

"You come down here, later let your car be moved by the hotel attendant," Fatan's orders were still cold and only a glance at Nila.

The woman arched her eyebrows while taking a deep breath and nodded her head. "Good Sir."

Without turning off the car engine, Nila unbuckled her seatbelt and got off the steering wheel. He corrected his appearance first, before handing over the car keys to the officers who had approached him without closing the door.

"Please Miss, let me move your car" the officer said, extending his hand and Nila gave him the keys.

"Thank you," replied Nila politely. Meanwhile, the hotel officer who was about to move his car was immediately choked by Nila's appearance tonight. There really is not the slightest gap to find a lack of where. The officer just smiled in admiration at him.

When about to enter the ballroom, one hand Fatan deliberately bent so that Nila can wrap his hand there. Sure enough, Nila who understood and realized it immediately did it. The ballroom door was opened wide.

All eyes are on them. Many stared at the two in admiration, but not a few seemed ordinary.

Accidentally, Fatan caught someone he knew there.

"Dad ..". "his murmur was very slow, barely even heard by Nila who was standing right beside him.

However, Nila also turned out to be aware of the presence of Fatan's parents at the event. He looked over for a moment, "Are they going to greet each other?" guess it in your heart and then look forward again.

Both walk in rhythm. No one precedes each other. Perhaps more precisely Fatan was bringing his lover to the event.

One by one, Fatan approached his colleagues accompanied by Nila. Every now and then the woman answered their questions with Fatan's permission.

But when he was about to go to a buffet containing various snacks, suddenly someone appeared in front of them. Nila was surprised, especially Fatan.

"It turns out you came too, Fatan," said his father, smiling with a grin.

"Yes." Yeah." Fatan answered briefly. His attitude was very cold and without a smile from both corners of his lips huh.

Shortly thereafter, Lalisa came to approach her husband. "Sorry old." He looked up and his face was shining. "Mhsansa ... Why don't you tell Mommy that you came to this event too?" he said with haru feeling. His eyes began to glaze over.

Fatan is actually not hearty, but his sense of regret for the father still puts forward the ego that continues to push him.

"After this you go home, right?" ask Lalisa. His gaze seemed to be very hopeful that Fatan could return home.

"Sorry Mother, I still need time. Maybe later if my mood has improved, I will visit Mother," explained Fatan refused subtly. He is still reluctant to meet with his father longer especially if it comes to arguing.

"Yes, Mommy knows it." Lalisa smiled at her son, as well as Nila and the woman returned her smile. "Later if you come to the house do not forget to take Nila as well!" then gently rub the child's arm.

"Yes Mother, Well ... I'll go first." Fatan then pulled Nila's hand while turning around. While Lalisa just stared at the departure of Fatan from there until the man disappeared from his view.

"Well, please talk to him. Time wants to keep this up!" lalisa protests. His voice was deliberately discouraged, because so that no one else could hear him.

"Let it. We'll talk at home. Better get home now."

...----------------...

Nila stopped her car right in front of the hotel lobby. Along the way home, he and Fatan were both silent. Nila did not expect to see Fatan who usually acted haphazardly, becoming a quiet and mysterious figure. The man's attitude was very cold.

Mende*sah slow. "Can you please accompany me tonight?" tanyanya looked at him with a flat look.

"What company does Sir mean?" Nila asked back while linking her eyebrows together.

"I need a friend to tell a story ... Calm down, I won't do anything about you. I just need a good listener, and you don't have to give me a solution" Fatan replied. But this time lost heard from his voice, he sounded resigned.

Nila then looked at the circular clock on her wrist, "Sir, I'm sorry it's almost ten in the evening. I should be going home soon. My mother waited at home," she subtly refused.

"Dewine your phone! Don't forget to open the lock screen." After commanding, Fatan extended a hand. But Nila seemed to hesitate.

"Why do you want to take sir?"

"I want to ask your mother for permission. Don't wait for you to come home!"

Nila was again confused. "That's very sorry sir. Not that I don't want to ... But is not it unethical if suppose the same woman is a man who has not been married in the same room?"

"I won't say anything about you Nila ... " Fatan immediately seized Nila's phone which was being held by the owner.

"Well!" Nila shouted in surprise. "My phone!"

Inadvertently the screen lock was already open because it had been touched by Nila. Within seconds, Fatan finally finds Nila's mother's contact and then makes a call. But after that .

While making the call, Fatan slightly moved away from where Nila was. Every time Nila tried to get closer, it turned out that Fatan was getting farther away as if others did not hear their conversation.

Fatan contacted Nila's mother for a long time, finally after ten minutes later Nila's phone was returned again.

"Where?" ask Nila curious.

"Your mother gave me permission. But ... "