Dilemma of Marriage Left
Chapter 39

"Um, it's okay, sir. I just want to ask." Nita smiled until her eyes were almost closed. "Oh yes again thank you sir for the food," he continued.

"It's the same, I'm sorry." Fatan turned around and walked towards the elevator. While Nila just stared at the departure of her superior until it disappeared from her sight.

Shortly after Fatan left, Nila went inside again. He then put the food on the table and removed the contents from the plastic bag.

But Nila did not open it. He just looked at a box that read one of the restaurants they often visit when returning from the office. His appetite suddenly disappeared, but usually as soon as anything Nila if going to the restaurant was always ordering food. Is it because he feels lost the figure of Fatan who is usually next to his apartment unit?

Nila became more and more powerless and then moved from her seat and chose to go to the room to lay down her body. His hands hugged the bolster, his bead looked at the ceiling of the room and his mind began to drift somewhere.

"Is his future wife Charma? But so far Mr. Fatan has never said or asked for help to take care of his marriage. Uh!" Nila clucking. "I didn't want her mother to care about her. Surely everything that was needed was definitely the interference of the mother." Nila sat up on the bed. "Jeez, Nila please you think what the hell! That fatan is just your boss. Please be self-aware, there's no way you're even in love with her?" keep the woman monologued.

Nila threw her body back on the bed and began to close her eyes.

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This morning was the beginning of a new day for Nila. He no longer had to bang on the door of the apartment next to him to call Fatan who asked him to go to the office together.

But when he turned to the door of the apartment, Nila's heart was a little sad. But fortunately only for a moment and Nila also had to accept the reality. He immediately went from there so as not to be late to the office.

Upon arrival at the office, Nila immediately went to her desk and while confirming the existence of Fatan in her room. When he saw it was not there, Nila also grabbed the tablet and took it to the bottom floor where the lobby was to welcome the arrival of Fatan.

Before long he stood in front of the entrance, a black sedan stopped. Then a security guard who was not far from the car also opened the door.

A man wearing black pantofel shoes, a suit with black color is also combined with a white shirt and a tie that matches his suit is dropped from the passenger seat. Nila immediately lowered her head in respect while greeting.

"Good morning, sir."

"Morning." Fatan smiled knots then stepped foot and was followed by Nila.

"Please clear all my schedule today!" fatan's orders without looking at him. While his secretary was instantly dumbfounded. Because the schedule today is quite solid, but after getting such an order makes Nila not out of thought.

"Sorry sir, today's schedule is all right. If it is emptied later" Nila's speech was immediately cut by the man.

"Nilai .... " Fatan turned around and stopped his steps. Sontak Nila was surprised and also stopped her steps. "Please fulfill what I ask" said the man, sounding resolute but still comfortable to hear.

"Good sir." Nila nodded in agreement with the look of a flat face. After that, Fatan turned around again and walked to his study.

Meanwhile, Nila was still standing in her place and let Fatan get into the elevator first.

"Pak Fatan why the hell? Auto immediately reshuffle the schedule this week if this is the story. So fuck me," he murmured with a deep sigh and then stepped onto the desk.

Apparently the strange behavior of Fatan not only up there. When Nila arrived at the desk, the woman was immediately called into her room through a message on her mobile phone. But his butt didn't even touch the chair. I don't want Nila to stand up again.

"Excuse me sir, do you need anything?" nila asked shortly after closing the door of Fatan's study.

"Now you go to your boutique. Continue to try one of their dresses, if it feels suitable means okay," said Fatan with a flat face and looks very serious.

"Yet? What do you do, sir? We no longer have a big event invitation" asked Nila. The woman was completely confused by Fatan.

"Not for you. Very confident!" Fatan clucked. "Tell me what I told you. Go now!" continue with firmness.

Nila sighed. "Where is the address sir?" tanyanya.

"Oh yes I hardly want to. It's ...." Fatan took out a card from Nila

After Nila disappeared from his sight, Fatan immediately focused on his laptop again.

Meanwhile, Nila put the tablet and grabbed her bag and immediately went to the boutique driving her own car.

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About 20 minutes away, Nila finally arrived at the boutique according to the address on the business card. He immediately came down and went inside.

"Excuse me" said Nila when she saw no one in the boutique. "Excuse me" he said again.

Shortly thereafter, a young woman walked over to Nila.

"It's Lalisa's daughter's secretary, isn't it?"

Nila nodded doubtfully while linking her two eyebrows. "Yes right. Mr. Fatan said I was told to come here to try on a dress, "he replied carefully for fear that the information from Fatan was invalid.

"Oh yes, it is true. But first, meet me Charma" said the young woman, extending her hand. His face looked friendly and even looked good.

"C-Harma?" Nila stammered at once dumbfounded . He was increasingly clueless about the current state of affairs and his premonition said that there was something. He forgot the young woman's hand.

"Yes, right .... " The woman then laughed. "So you must have heard my name from Fatan's brother?" tanyakanya.

Nila just smiled grimacingly. "Yes, I know Nila Anastasya." He stretched out his hand and Charma greeted him with pleasure.

"Sir Nila, may I call you that call?" ask Charma so that there is no problem at all in the future. The woman was polite, friendly and pleasant. When viewed from his face may be the same age as Lativa, his sister Nila.

"By, please. That's not bad," replied Nila and smiled.

"Well come with me! You see my mama has been waiting for me from earlier inside," Charma invited while reaching for Nila's hand to immediately come with her.

"Wait for Charma, may I ask you something?" Nila restrained her body so as not to be attracted by the young woman.

"Boleh Brother. Nila, what do you want to ask?" Charma happily waited for the question to be thrown at her.

"What do you have to do with Mr Fatan? How am I supposed to try on a dress?" Actually, Nila hesitated to ask like that, but because she did not want to stress herself to think of something that continues to hold in her heart and mind. He was finally brave.

"Loh, Brother Fatan never told Brother?" Charma surprised. He thought that Nila knew about him.

"No," replied Nila in a soft voice.

"I'm Fatan's cousin. So, my mother is her sister Mother. Because Ms. Lalisa does not want to be called Budhe, she wants to be called Mother" explained Charma. But unfortunately Nila's heart was not relieved.

"Oh yeah, I just found out .... " Nila chuckled softly and then nodded.

"If it wasn't Charma? Whose marriage is the same?"