Don'T Be The Antagonist
Not Want to Injure

"Stop me for work this afternoon. I have a show outside." Mirza packed some of her luggage quickly. Put it all in his briefcase.

The beautiful secretary, who is only 23 years old, only sees her boss coming out recently with a nervous feeling.

It wasn't because he was jealous or anything that involved personal feelings for Mirza. Except just pure worry.

"Master," called Leni, with a squeaking sound like a rat.

Mirza was busy, not stopping her hands from moving. His head turned to Leni. "What?"

"I'm sorry if I was rude. But you're not going to go too often to see the wife of your corporate business partner, are you?"

Deg ....

Mirza. He looked up as his sharp gaze with killing power seemed real. If only the eyeballs were not well glued to his eyelids, maybe both of Mirza's eyeballs had jumped out because he was so furious at hearing the advice.

"What do you think I'm gonna do?" Mirza stared at Leni fiercely. "You think I'm that kind of person?"

Leni shook her head slowly. "No sir. But sometimes love can blind everything." Leni lowered her head for a moment. Showing concern

the real thing he is feeling right now. "As your subordinate, I just don't want you back in that 'state'."

Mirza's anger is muffled. He was the one who had been prejudiced against Leni. It now began to melt in a soft voice as the woman showed her concern sincerely.

"I know the limits."

Leni raised her head slightly. Peeked at how Mirza's current facial expression was.

"Because I've been sick one ali. I'm not going to repeat the same mistake for this, Len. I know I'm worried about me. Iu sincere. Pure as friends. I-i know. That's why, I'll keep my feelings by limiting them."

Mirza flipped her body. He turned his back on Leni who had looked at him completely. "But I also don't want to lose the chance to see this grow before the woman leaves."

Mirza let out a soft breath. Mengulum smiled wistfully and turned her body, looking back at the secretary as well as her friend with a gentle gaze.

"So please let me enjoy it while you have the chance. Later after he expelled everyone from before him. I will also do what he wants, just like everyone else does. Because that woman I won't be able to see in a long time."

"When you understand from anyone the time limit you can spend with someone you crave. Even if you had to cross hell first, I'm sure you would still do that crazy thing just to see his face once again."

Mirza smiled wryly. "If it could be likened to madness. If you could no longer be a bee to meet your flowers, I might wish I could be the wind that dribbles her dry petals to the final resting place."

Leni was silent. Even though he did not understand what Mirza meant by bees, flowers and wind. But he could draw a line through all those words.

If his boss is in love with a woman so much, he almost loses his brain and his mind.

"Then I'll come out now, sir." Leni lowered her head respectfully and walked out of Mirza's office quietly.

Mirza nodded and let him go. Although shortly after Leni's departure, she went out of the office and met Leni again in her secretary's room.

"The passion for all of you're hard work." Mirza said that as she passed away.

***

Mirza came back with a bouquet of beautiful flowers and some delicious food that Aina would love to eat.

Just wanting to knock on the door of the room where Aina was, she could see Fauzan and Aina were having a fight inside there.

Their faces look bad. That was why Mirza put her intentions aside and chose to sit in front of the room. Sit on a long bench and wait for everything to calm down.

There's probably 30 minutes he keeps waiting. Even the nurses who looked at her felt pity because Mirza looked so lazy.

"Om Mirza, why are you here?" asked Izra, walking up to the man with his older brother, Alfa.

"Good afternoon" said Mirza, to Fauzan and Aina's two children.

Izra and Alfa replied in a friendly manner. Those who had wanted to go inside to put down her mother's clothes, now had to sit beside Mirza quietly. Waiting for the same.

"When did they fight?" alfa asked, looking so calm. Though there are many thoughts that start to make him nervous.

Two old men who never had a big fight. Now do it when their family situation is in chaos.

"If your mother divorced your father. You'll agree?" mirza asked, suddenly making the two boys look at her.

"Om talkin' what?" ask Izra, flat.

Mirza smiled wryly. "I'm just saying what's going on in there." Mirza slightly lowered her head and smiled wryly. "But it looks like both of your parents are discussing divorce."

Both are silent again. They didn't think this would happen either. Even though they actually have a feeling.

"If so, I will choose to live independently." Izra decided quickly and dexterously. It was as if his determination had been unanimous with that choice. "Mama is not well. And Dad, he must be happy with his new family. Mommy just gave birth to a cute baby. I don't want to bother them, '" he explained.

Mirza commented a wry smile. He knew that both Fauzan's and Aina's children were great people. They can live independently well, although later his parents will still worry about both.

"Don't be rash." Alpha's interrupting. He looked at Izra with a stern look. "Your decision is selfish. Our custody is divided equally."

Izra frowned. Signs disagree. "I'm not both of them. Unlike you who still have the blood of Father's flesh."

Alfa grunts violently. He turned his face and stared blankly at the front. "While I have flesh and blood, I still feel that you love me more than you do. Love you can't measure from whom I'm the child here."

Alfa looked back at the stubborn Izra. "Let them decide what's best for us. Don't forget that my mother is not well. You want to make her anxious by staying alone?"

Izra shook his head enthusiastically. "No! I want him to recover."

"Then don't worry him!" sambar Alfa, he ended with a rough sigh.

Mirza heard and watched both of them. Just a little laugh. Laughing at two children who are too mature at a young age.

"It's funny. Kids don't want to hurt adults. While the adults are carving wounds in their future." Mirza muttered inwardly while shaking her head mercifully. "Basic children."