Dilemma of Marriage Left
Chapter 40

Tok Tok Tok Tok!

The sound of the knocking of the car glass made Nila's consciousness gradually recover.

Tok Tok Tok Tok!

His voice was getting louder and painful in the ears. Then Nila was jumped by surprise to accidentally press the horn of her car.

"Damn, who the hell is making this shock?" Nila massaged her dizzy forehead.

"Please!" Tok Tok Tok Tok!

He heard someone calling his name. When he looked to the side, it was Fatan. He was instantly dumbfounded.

"I feel like I've reached the boutique, why is there Mr Fatan?" he muttered and looked around. "Well! Still in the office?" Suddenly his head hurt. "Oh, like vertigo I'm relapsing again." He rubbed his face and pulled the hair with all his might.

It was seen by Fatan from outside the glass and made a panic. "Zill! What are you doing inside?"

This time Fatan's voice was very clear to him. He straightened his hair and got out of the steering chair.

"Our Fatan is here? Want to get out of the office?" tanya Nila with an ordinary face and seola nothing happened. In fact, he still feels pain in the head.

"I should be the same as you, Nila ... How come you're still here? Didn't I tell you to go to the boutique?" Fatan patiently spoke softly to his secretary.

Nila smacked her lips and then sighed. "Sorry sir, I fell asleep in the car" he replied with a cry.

Fatan was surprised. "How can you?" the man did not think it out.

"Yes ... So fitting me until the car suddenly the head feels really sore. I don't want to risk going straight to the store. Continue to hanish it was his intention I just want to restore the eyes, uh long sleep," explained Nila while holding back embarrassment. Only this time he did not directly carry out the orders of his superiors.

"You sick?" ask Fatan. The eyes of the man looked worried.

"It's just a headache, sir. It's also better than ever" she said, smiling and trying to look healthy.

"Yes here are your car keys! Let me drive." Fatan pointed his hand at Nila.

"Loh! I can drive myself, sir." Nila stretched out her arms to block the path of Fatan so as not to sit on the steering wheel.

"Please. This is your superior order! I don't want you to get sick. So now it's better that I take you to the hospital." Fatan remained adamant.

"But Sir-"

"No buts!" Not wanting to argue anymore, Fatan held Nila's hand and pulled her slowly toward the passenger seat next to the wheel. The man opened the door for Nila. " Now you go inside ... Come on wait a minute?"

"Sir I can go to the doctor myself" Nila said firmly.

"Nila, would you mind?" Fatan was still very patient facing the stubbornness of a Nila.

"Sir, please ... " The woman begged and this time her face looked pitiful.

"Then, your headache should be treated immediately!" Fatan looked worried.

"Sir I just need to sleep anyway," replied Nila trying to give understanding to Fatan.

But the man then remained silent. He took a very long breath. "Well, I won't take you to the hospital. But take you somewhere."

"Huh? Where's where?" tukas Nila's. "But my work is still a lot Sir," he protested.

"Uda just go inside. You'll know later."

Nila sighed and finally got into the car. After closing the door, Fatan headed straight for the steering wheel and he started driving.

Throughout the journey Nila fell silent while being silent.

"Nila .." call the man. Sontak Nila gasped and turned to her.

"What's up, sir?" tanya Nila was spontaneous.

"How do you daydream? Is there anything else you think?" Fatan asked back.

"Ah, but it doesn't feel like the time is now for that. My feelings are still doubtful. I'm not sure if Mr. Fatan will answer according to my expectations." Nila had a monologue in her heart.

"Nilah ... How to daydream again? I'll ask you again!" Fatan protested and then grumpily.

"Sorry sir, I just think I want to change the schedule and I have not confirmed the schedule change to our clients, too" replied Nila, lying in order to maintain work professionalism.

"Lupain was about work, Nila. Your body is giving you a signal to rest. Relax ... There will be me who can still handle everything," said Fatan, turning a moment and then looking forward again.

"Yes, Sir. Thanks for the understanding," Nila smiled back at the handsome man sitting next to her.

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

Fatan takes Nila to a house in a luxury home complex. Nila knitted her eyebrows together as Fatan turned the car there.

"Whose house is this, sir?" ask the woman.

"To my house," replied Fatan with his leisure.

"To your house?" tanya Nila repeated Fatan's answer because she still did not understand.

"Yes. You said you just needed a break. Instead of going to the apartment, mending a break at my house. After all you do not know my home, so all I tell you," replied Fatan while parking the car in one of the houses with the concept of super luxurious residence. The man not only parked in the front yard of the house, but put it in a room painted in deep black.

But when the door closed, suddenly the white light beam lit up and the room changed its atmosphere as if it was inside a spaceship.

"Where are we?" Not yet Fatan replied, the four tires of the car were locked and then Nila felt that she was plunging. "Loh sir we're okay with this?" ask the woman to panic.

"You calm down, we're just going to the basement. So later the entry through the ground floor," replied Fatan put his hands on his thighs and let the elevator stop perfectly.

After stopping, Fatan opened his seatbelt. "Let's go down!" take him and open the car door.

Nila did not say a word, but she just nodded her head and followed Fatan who also got off the car.

The lights were still on, Nila was confused looking for the exit. Unexpectedly, Fatan immediately pulled his hand and led him out of the car garage.

"Sir Fatan since when to buy this house? Very aesthetic," asked Nila when the two were in the living room.

"Older days, actually, before I became CEO. Continuing suddenly if you have a house that has not been renovated. Yes, once I get enough income. I am finally reneged and ... Tada's! Be home like this."

"Oh like that .... "

It didn't take long for the two to get to the front of a door. Fatan opened the door. "Please come in, Nila."

Nila looked inside. "Whose room is this, sir?" tanyanya. Because of the concept alone does not resemble a guest room in general.

"Yes, the room is empty. Anyone can sleep here. Guests, families, or it could be a child's room later," replied Fatan and then chuckled amusedly.

Nila laughed as she scratched her non-itchy head. "Yes too sir."

"Yes in there, rest. Later after lunch, I'll pick you up again."

"Huh? Where are you going?" asked Nila while frowning.

"I have a business for a moment. I'm going first, bye Nila. Happy break!" Fatan raised his hand and turned and left before Nila.