Dilemma of Marriage Left
Chapter 49

Two days later.

Mirna's health condition has begun to improve and the next day Lativa's wedding plan will be held. All preparations have been handed over to Antony. Not that Nila or Mirna did not want to help prepare, it's just that Antony's own parents wanted it.

Mirna was released from the hospital today. Meanwhile, Nila who is still at home is cleaning the house from the start nyapu, mopping, washing dishes, washing clothes and all sorts. Even though he said he rarely did that. But with the existing conditions, Nila has the will to do so.

Apparently waking up from 4 am until now it has been 8 am, has been very draining of energy. Nila developed her smile when she saw the whole house was comfortable to look at.

After feeling all neat, Nila rushed to take a bath and changed clothes. He had to go to the hospital immediately to take care of his mother's administration so that he could go home.

But before leaving, Nila lay her body down for a moment on the mattress, leaving her eyes closed for a while. Neutralize his heartbeat, to get calm and feel very peaceful.

In the middle of feeling the pleasure of relaxation ala himself, the phone that had not been touched by him since, suddenly rang. Nila exhaled a long breath and opened her eyes as her hands searched for the whereabouts of her phone.

Shortly thereafter, it was finally found. Nila looked at her screen turned out to be a video call. Nila's eyes were perfectly rounded and her heartbeat seemed to stop for a while.

"Sir Fatan?" He was aghast sitting on the bed while confirming his appearance. Instantly Nila became misbehaved and confused herself. To the extent that he immediately answered the call and did not remember the outer that should be used.

"Good morning, sir," said Nila as she answered the call. In that call Fatan knitted his two eyebrows together. The man had only first seen Nila wearing only sleeveless clothes at all.

"Geez!" tukas Nila who was surprised by the appearance of himself in the call. "Sorry sir, wait a minute." He immediately searched his outer and let the camera call was only exposed to the ceiling of the room.

"Are you wearing a towel, Nila? Or where else?" tanya Fatan did not touch Nila's greeting that sounded soft and polite. His voice was deliberately on the loudspeaker by Nila so that what Fatan said could still be heard throughout his room.

A few moments later, Nila returned well dressed and polite.

"Sorry Sir. I don't remember wearing outer, '" replied Nila feeling bad. The part of the chest that should be closed, instead left open in front of his boss.

"Hm ... You're not my tempt anymore, are you?" fatan asked suspiciously while squinting his eyes.

"Where is Sir!" Nila protest in a casual voice. "I cleaned the house. So the position was again very good to sleep," he said hoping Fatan understood.

"Oh that. You go back to Jakarta why don't you tell me?" tanya Fatan made Nila struggle to swallow her saliva. Nila seems to have no time to love the same information as her boss.

"I'm sorry, sir. Two more days there is a problem that I rarely hold a cellphone. My intention was right to arrive in Jakarta to tell you, just because of family problems so that there was no time. But I told you to get to the point to take four days off. Once again I'm sorry Mr. .." explained Nila. He covered his lips with an anxious heart. Especially when looking at Fatan on the screen of his phone it looks upset.

"Can it be accelerated not to go home? The day after tomorrow there will be a big meeting with the shareholders. Do you really not open the email at all?" fatan said with a firm tone. That was him when he needed Nila so much, surely his attitude would be like that. But Nila was ordinary.

The woman suddenly fell. Since he was in Jakarta, he really did not think about his work at all.

"This is it, sir. Tomorrow when the show is over, I go straight to the office. At most around the end of my lunch has arrived there," replied Nila trying to negotiate.

"What event is there anyway? It's important, isn't it?" tanya Fatan is starting to taper.

"Yes sir, very important. I can't miss that show. The problem ... "

"Relse ... Help me in the kitchen for a second!" lativa shouted out from outside the room door. While Fatan was increasingly curious about the event intended by Nila.

Nila also held the video call, then answered the call from Lativa. "Yes!" the woman then continued talking to Fatan.

"Sorry, I can't stay long. The point is after this I will check the email to see again the meeting schedule that will be held the day after tomorrow," said Nila was impressed in a hurry. Moreover, seeing Fatan's face for too long made him even more difficult to reach the man.

"Oh that ... The wedding sir. I should be on the show. I'm sorry, sir, I have to answer this call. The rest I'll send you an email. Good Morning." Good morning."

Nila ended the call. He breathed a sigh of relief at last not too long to talk to his superior. But if you remember the first time, he felt ashamed. He rushed out of the room to help his sister in the kitchen who had no idea what she was doing.

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While at the office, Fatan was very upset that Nila ended the video call from him instead. Not without reason, Fatan actually for 2 days lost the figure of Nila who always helped him.

The man broke the table and rubbed his face. He ruffled his waist while trying to control his breathing back which still feels dusty. Sometimes he also mende*sah rough.

When his heart was troubled, someone knocked on the door of his room.

"Yes, comein!" his orders while putting both of his palms on the table. "Mother .." he muttered as he watched the half-century woman emerge from behind the door.

"Fatan, what's your decision? We can't delay any more. You must go to China immediately" said the mother as she walked closer to him.

"I don't know yet, Bun. Wait for Nila to come back, yes, she is in Jakarta right now" replied Fatan. His eyes began to turn red, his heart was again overwhelmed with anxiety.

"Oh, it's appropriate that Mother does not see him in front. Why did he come back to Jakarta?" ask Lalisa back.

"Said there's a wedding and she's supposed to be there." Instantly his face was gloomy.

Then Lalisa stroked Fatan's back to give strength to his son.

"You must be strong, you must be patient. If Nila is the person, surely you will unite," said Lalisa very softly.

"But Mother, I told Nila I would marry Charma" the boy's great-grandson. Even though he is thirty-one years old, still if he is with his mother like a five-year-old child.

"God! You can say that! If Nila knew who Charma was, she'd be even more angry with you, Fatan!" bursts Lalisa while picking up the salag of one ear of his son.

"Mother, my goodness!" scream Fatan in pain. Then Lalisa also remembered and immediately released the jewel.

"Yes Mother does not want to know, you must immediately go to China! Let your father know that you are still reliable!" lalisa then pat Fatan quite hard on the shoulder.

"Yes Mother." Fatan was unable to speak anymore.

"Yes already. Mommy wants arisan first. After that go straight back to Jakarta," said Lalisa who then resigned. It turns out that one woman just stopped by her son's office.

"key ... Mother be careful on the road huh." Fatan embraced the mother and drove her to the front door of the room.

Lalisa then left there and Fatan kept staring at the departure of his mother until it disappeared closed by the elevator door.