Dilemma of Marriage Left
Chapter 38

One year later.

The morning atmosphere in downtown Palembang is still as usual. Hustle and bustle of the city in the morning, always decorate the days of Nila when going to the office.

Strangely when the afternoon arrives, all the way back to the apartment is not as crowded as the morning. Even though Nila had lived in this city for a year, there was still no change at all.

As was the case this afternoon, Fatan asked Nila to pick him up at the airport. The man had already left office for a month because there was a long business travel agenda to various countries.

Initially Fatan will be picked up by a driver from the company, but somehow the man wants Nila to pick him up. Yes inevitably as a good secretary, Nila also agreed.

Especially after Farhan's return and rejoining the company, Nila will breathe a sigh of relief because no longer pursued by a myriad of work that should be done both or most of Fatan's duties.

After cleaning his desk, Nila went straight to the parking lot. But when he just drove off the car, his postel rang. Next to his hand opened the bag and reached out to find the whereabouts of the phone. When he got it, he saw the name Fatan on the call.

"Hello Sir?" greet Nila while turning on the loudspeaker mode. In a hurry, the woman did not have time to wear earphones.

"Where are you?" ask the man. Nila still heard the usual sound of information at the airport.

"I'm still on the road, sir, just entered the toll. Has Fatan arrived?"

"Yes, Um ... " Suddenly Nila heard a female voice greeting Fatan.

"Hi Fatan's. You just arrived?"

"Yes." Yeah." Then came the sound of a kiss, it made Nila goosebumps. I want him to end that call from his boss right now.

But Fatan also realized that his phone is still connected to his secretary. "If you're sorry, I'd like to talk to Charma first. I'll call again. Bye."

Without waiting for a response from Nila, Fatan immediately ended his phone call. The woman just took a long breath.

Upon arrival at the airport, Nila put her car in the parking lot available there. After that, he went down and quickly went to the exit area. Do not forget the bag and cell phone were carried by him.

But when Nila arrived, no one came out of the door. He looked around, but it turned out to be nil.

"Where did Mr Fatan go? Last afternoon a storm asked to be picked up. Now it's been picked up by no one, even," he complained then pulled the phone out of the bag to contact Fatan.

Shortly connected, the man answered.

"Jeez Nila sorry, I just ngabarin ... " Nila rolled her lazy eyeballs, because to be honest she was very tired.

"Where is Fatan? I was at the door of arrival but there was no one." The bead of his eyes still continued to search for the whereabouts of the man around him.

"I'm so sorry. I am again in the same hotel Charma because there are things that we have to discuss. You go home again, don't wait for me there."

Sontak Nila was stunned and then cursed in her heart. "Who is Charma? For more than a year as secretary of Mr. Fatan, I have never met him at all. Is it true that the woman named Charma is his future wife Pak Fatan?"

"Okay sir, if so I go home first. Good afternoon." Without lingering any longer, Nila ended the call and immediately went to the car.

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At exactly 8 pm, Nila just arrived at her apartment unit. Because before turning the car into the apartment yard, he had gone to the food court not far from there to fill his stomach first.

Seeing the atmosphere of his neat and comfortable apartment in the eye, Nila quickly took a shower and changed clothes. You could say, the activity of the last month is very time consuming rest. He even had time to overtime.

After feeling her body fresher, Nila went to the balcony that was directly connected to her room. The night atmosphere in the city was very beautiful, although what he saw from above was only a stretch of colorful lights. Plus the wind that blows very gently membe*lai fine fur on his skin.

Nila closed her eyes with both hands clinging to the balcony barrier. Slowly he felt calm and peace within himself. Trying to release the fatigue that feels heavy on both shoulders.

"I'm doing fine. Everyone around me is so good. There's nothing to worry about. Because everything will be fine "He speaks in his heart.

A few moments later his eyes opened, looking ahead and smiling. But his smile had to fade when he heard the bell ringing.

"Who are the gini nights that press the bell?" he muttered and went into the room, not forgetting to close the door again.

When you look at it, Fatan is the culprit. Nila took a deep breath then exhaled slowly, before finally opening the door for the man with a friendly look.

"Nilight ... What are you doing?" greet Fatan. When viewed carefully, the look on the man's face was still the same as Nila's last look. Stay friendly and act recklessly.

"Night Sir. I am relaxed inside ... " Nila took a look at the clothes Fatan was wearing. The man was still fully dressed in his office suit. "By the way Mr Fatan just came home?"

"Yes Nila. Oh yes I brought you food as my apology." Fatan handed me a white plastic bag. The size is also large, Nila was immediately guessing the contents in the plastic bag.

"Thank you very much Sir. You shouldn't have to bother. I really don't have a problem." Nila smiled from both corners of her lips.

"I'm not good with you Nila. Again I am sorry, because it does not mean to do that. Try not to meet Charma, surely I will go home with you." The fatan shows a face full of regret.

"Yes, yes sir no problem." Nila received the Fatan award. "Thank you sir."

"Name-sama ... Um, oh yeah Nila ... From tomorrow I will no longer be in this apartment. I also bought a house not far from the office. I hope you're okay with staying here." Fatan smiled knot. But for Nila whether this is a slap or not, it feels like the woman is not willing to live far away from Fatan.

"Sir Fatan is calm, I can take care of myself." Nila was trying to be okay. "Sir, may I ask you something?" He stared expectantly.

"Please ask," replied Fatan, putting both hands in his pants pocket.

"Will Mr. Fatan get married soon?" tanya Nila was very nervous. Both of his palms began to get wet from sweat.

"Sure, like what you said before. After I think carefully, if I am really ready to get married," replied Fatan honestly.

In contrast to Nila his lips immediately tightened and his gaze began not to focus on Fatan who was in front of him.

"Why are you asking like that?" This time Fatan asked.

"Nm ... "