Dilemma of Marriage Left
Chapter 33

Nila grew impatient to hear the words of Fatan that had been paused.

"But what?"

"But you can't go home late at night, keep telling me to make your anterin" replied Fatan and Nila breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes ... That's it. I want to put this car down first. Mr. Fatan went down first" said Nila and immediately replied Fatan with a nod of his head.

The man then got out of the car. Shortly after he closed the door, Nila drove her car to the parking lot next to the hotel building.

Fatan who was receiving the phone was instantly stunned when he saw Nila who was walking towards him.

"Why did I realize that he turned out to be ... Pretty?" the inner man then disconnects the phone that is still connected. Though the call was from an important person from the headquarters.

While the woman continued to step on her feet without any hesitation like a model who walked on the catwalk of a fashion exhibition. His face looked straight ahead with both sides of his shoulders open, and both corners of his lips slightly raised as if he was smiling. The aura of his face instantly came out.

It is only fitting that Fatan is almost unable to breathe and also blink his eyes. To that man, Nila was like an angel who had just descended from heaven. Her eyes refused to turn away at all.

"Sir?" greet Nila with a voice that is as everyday as it is heard. But in fact, somehow this time feels very different. Sounds so smooth and so charming.

"Sir?" said Nila once again because from then on Fatan did not respond at all.

Then the man gasped and became clumsy. "Eh yes ... Tilapia. Done yet?" tanyanya while rubbing the nape of the neck.

"Udah Sir."

"Let's follow me." Fatan immediately took a step first, and Nila followed.

Without them knowing, there was someone who had just stepped out of the hotel ballroom. But the one who shines his eyes the most is none other than Nila. The gaze he gave was full of question marks to link his two eyebrows.

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

In a room with a type of President Suite, Nila was told to wait in the living room. While Fatan changed his clothes first in a room that only had a bed, closet, and television.

Shortly thereafter, Fatan exited the room wearing a T-shirt and long jogger pants. Looks more relaxed than when he wears a suit like that.

"What do you want to drink, Nila? Let me order to the hotel restaurant later," said Fatan while sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"Nm ... " Suddenly in the silence of the room, Nila's stomach rang. The woman langsubg remembered that she had not had time to eat until her home earlier.

Fatan mumbled his lips trying to hold back the laughter in order to maintain the calmness of the atmosphere tonight. "Sepent ... " He moved and went into the room to contact the restaurant. A few minutes later, he sat down with Nila.

"Ngapain Sir?" tanya Nila looked in wonder, even though she was feeling embarrassed.

"What's what? Me?" Fatan asked back.

Nila took a long breath. "So Mr Fatan why go to the room?" He repeated it again with patience.

"Oh that was the phone call to the hotel restaurant ... Get the menu list here."

"What is this?" Nila shows a sheet of paper with the words in front of her 'Food Menu List'.

Instantly Fatan immediately rubbed the nape of his neck again, misbehaving. "Oh yes it turns out ... I don't see it."

Nila squinted her eyes for a moment. "So much as you see what?" tanyanya.

"You!" answer Fatan quickly. But he immediately repaired. "See you were going to ask, what kind of food is that."

Nila covered her lips, this time she was the one who held back a laugh. Clearly he was not a teenager who was new to the strange signs he saw from Fatan's attitude.

"Oh that ... " Nila raised her face and smiled. "So can I order a meal first sir? Hungry this," he lamented with a hardened face.

Fatan is confused as to what to behave? It was as if the atmosphere inside his room had changed drastically to be extremely awkward.

Before moving, Nila positioned her body to face toward Fatan. Duh! The man is getting gerogi.

"Sir Fatan would like me to order you?" ask Nila.

Fatan took a quick look and turned his face the other way. "Yes can. Please order me .. same as you."

"okay." Nila moved from her seat.

As the woman passed by Fatan, the fragrant perfume worn by Nila increasingly hypnotized her.

"Hold Fatan, hold it! Inget main purpose bring him here it want discussion ... Please don't go anywhere." The man is in.

A few minutes later Nila returned to the living room and sat in her place again.

"Sir, so no? If I don't go home?" asked Nila while still looking at her superior was just silent while leaning her back and closing her eyes.

"That's weird this guy. Why the hell is he?" nila said in my heart. He brought his face closer to a few cent of the man's face

Immediately Fatan opened his eyes and was surprised to see Nila's face so close to him. The woman was surprised. He turned his face and sat down as before.

Fatan rubbed his face rough. "It's so, so."

Nila just took a deep breath. "So actually .. What's the matter, sir?" tanyanya looked at Fatan.

"Before I tell you, don't call Mr. Yes. Call me my name, or do you have another name that suits me?" pinta the man. But Nila, who heard Fatan say I was you, immediately knitted her eyebrows together.

"Wait, why am I-you sir? I'm more comfortable saying I'm-you," argued Nila who did not understand Fatan's true intentions.

"Yes ... So that we are more familiar. More relaxed and less formal. Is it wrong? Or afraid of being scolded by your boyfriend?" Fatan is not wrong, it's only natural to want it like that. Nila was also not close to anyone, if Fatan knew.

Nila took a deep breath. To be honest the woman was a little offended by the word 'girlfriend' thrown by Fatan just now. That one word reminded him of Bayu.

By the way, how are you doing with Bayu? It had been a long time since he had heard from the man. Then he did not open his old sheet for too long.

"So the point is actually that Mr. Fatan wants to talk about what? Until I have to come here ... Tomorrow afternoon we have to go to the head office of you sir to see your father." Nila wanted Fatan to go straight to the heart of the discussion. Because honestly, he really wanted to rest earlier at this time.

"Okay, it's up to you ... I'm a nobody too, right?" Nila was getting more and more clueless with Fatan's attitude this time. Too ambiguous for him.

"Who said?" exclaimed Nila with a slightly shrill voice.

"I said ... "

"You're my boss sir. So I should have respected you. If you don't sign the employee's payroll, I won't pay, either" Nila said, cutting Fatan's speech.

"Yes is already ... Look, I'd actually like to ask you ... " Nila raised next to her eyebrows, then Fatan continued his words again. "Have you ever been in love?"

That question to Nila felt so silly. Of course the answer is 'yes' but unfortunately the love that once filled the space in the heart yes it's gone. Nila scratched her head that was not itching. "Sir Fatan just fell in love?" He asked back.

"Not really. I just want to share with you. You see, there was a woman that my mother chose for me" replied the man in a relaxed manner. His face was no longer a look of anger like when he was about to leave for the event.

"Oh the story of Mr. Fatan is again fooled huh?" ledek Nila smiling. But Fatan only replied to the tease with a casual response.

"I've been afraid to get women married. As much as you love anything, better avoid."

"What is Mr. Fatan afraid of?" Nila began to show her serious face.

"I'm afraid to disappoint my partner. Afraid of not being able to please him. Afraid that when I love her so much, eh she chose to go. So all this time I did not respond too much to the women around who he said to fans, or who are betrothed to the mother. If every time I go to a club at night, I never want to ... So what do you think I should do?"

"It turns out I think only women have such great anxiety about the problem of a mate. But men too," inner Nila.

"Sir Fatan really wants to know what my answer is?" Nila changed her position which was originally facing towards Fatan, now leaning her back while folding both hands on the chest.