Forced to Marry a Handsome Duda
Chapter 36. Marrying

Marcel was sitting in his proud seat. She looked at the sweet photo of Dea she put up on her desk.

Sweet girl, what are you doing. I miss you, but I don't know if you have the same feelings as me.

"Tok .. tok .. tok ..." the sound blew his daydream. "Yes in."

"Sorry sir, this is a document that you have to sign" the secretary said, handing over some documents.

"Hem," while signing the document. The secretary looked at her boss. And he accidentally saw the figure of a beautiful woman in the photo, which is none other than Dea.

Since when did Marcel have a girlfriend? Someone as cold as him, who would want to?

"What do you see!" snapped Marcel who knew his secretary was looking at a photo of Dea. "Em .. That, sir, she's so beautiful. Is she your lover?" answer the secretary was a crybaby.

"It's none of your business. It's gone" said Marcel coldly, throwing the document. The secretary took the documents in a hurry. "Okay sir, excuse me."

As his secretary walked a few steps, Marcel stopped his footsteps. "Wait," the secretary immediately stopped. Rotating body. "Yes, what else is it, sir?" his face looks nervous.

Geez, did I make a mistake for being so impudent? Finish me.

"You must remember her face well, if one day she comes here you must welcome her well. He will be your boss later" Marcel said with an unpredictable face.

"Well sir, is there more?"

"No, you can go" the secretary then left.

"Tok .. tok .. tok ..." not long ago the secretary left, the door was knocked back.

"Come in. What's up!" marcel replied annoyed to think it was his secretary again.

Selin scrunched his forehead. He walked up to Marcel. "You're mad at me?" he said as he sat on the sofa. "No. I thought it wasn't you. Oh, what's up?"

"I'm just bored in a mulu house. So I came here. Emm your office is still the same as before, nothing has changed" Selin said, noting. Marcel did not respond, he just silently looked at Selin's behavior.

"Not to be trite, I know you didn't come here to see my office. What's up?" ask Marcel with a flat face.

Selin breathed his breath rough. " Ok, okay. You've been with Wijaya Enterprize for a long time. You even know the ins and outs of this office. You certainly know the secret of Angga. So can you help me? I want to get into this office, as his personal assistant. But don't let his wife know, later can hit him," said Selin expressed his goal.

"Are you out of your mind? Have you lost your mind? I know you like him. But remember Selin, Angga is now married."

"What's wrong?! I just want to work here. Just seeing it every day is enough for me. I know he's married, that's why I want you to keep it a secret."

"Alright, I'll talk this over with Angga. But I can't promise, and remember! Do not disturb their households" said Marcel full of emphasis.

"Yes, sure."

Selin replied with enthusiasm. He left Marcel's room without saying goodbye.

Selin smiled to himself as he walked out of Marcel's room.

"What I'm afraid is really happening. I have to watch Selin's every move. Don't let him cross the line. Huh ..." Marcel breathed in rough. He leaned back his body, thinking Dea alone was already making him dizzy. Now add another problem Selin.

*****

It was late in the afternoon, but Febby did not wake up. Mr. Angga finally woke her up. "Yank, wake up yank, it's late in the afternoon" said Mr. Angga as he shook Febby's body slowly. "Emh .. yes," but did not open his eyes.

"Cup" one kiss landed on Febby's lips. Febby opened his eyes wide. Pushing Mr. Angga away from his body. He then got up and sat himself down. "What a habit, he said" with a sullen face.

"It's late afternoon baby, take a shower first there.it stinks," said Mr. Angga while closing his nose. Febby scrunched his forehead. Mr. Angga chuckled at Febby's behavior.

"Mandiin," whined Febby with spoiled. "Ok,ayo," replied Mr. Angga enthusiastically hearing Febby's request.

"Take a hold" whined Febby again.

Mr. Angga immediately carried Febby without waiting for a long time. Febby put his arms around her husband's neck.

"Lepasin," again Febby made Mr. Angga angry with his behavior.

Mr. Angga deftly took off one by one his clothes. He swallowed his own spit. Down there is something that feels crowded. His wife was really challenging his patience. "Bugh," Febby hit Mr. Angga's chest.

"Aww..why was I beaten?" asked Mr. Angga while grimacing in pain. "Thinking what?" ketus Febby's.

"Thinking of you, it seems good that I ate you here," replied Mr. Angga with a seductive smile. Febby blushed immediately. "Basic bawdy!" he shouted while pushing Mr. Angga out. He closed the door and locked it. "I took a shower myself" he said from behind the door. Mr. Angga just smiled at Febby's behavior.

"Prophey, today you have to bobo again. Not yet," said Mr. Angga while stroking elus something in his pants.

*****

Arrived the moment that was expected. The clock shows at 19:00. Mr. Angga closed Febby's eyes. He led Febby on his way to the back garden of the house that was decorated as beautifully as possible. "Where I want to go, the heart holds me," said Febby as his hand felt the feel around. "Yes, take it easy" replied Mr. Angga as he led Febby.

"It has arrived" he said, holding Febby's shoulder. Then he opened Febby's blindfold. Febby just kept quiet waiting for the blindfold to open. Slowly Febby opened his eyes. He rounded his eyes, then his tears fell flooding his cheeks. She hugged her husband.

Febby hugged Mr. Angga very tightly. But say nothing. There was only her crying voice. Mr. Angga returned the hug, he rubbed a gentle swab of Febby's back. "Do you like it?" asked Mr. Angga between his arms.

"Hm," that's all that comes out of Febby's mouth. Mr. Angga took off his embrace. Holding Febby's arms together, he looked at her deeply. "Then why is your face so moody?" ask her to worry.

""Aww.sick, why pinched anyway," erased Mr. Angga in pain as Febby pinched his stomach. "Stupid, who's moody! it's called happy crying tau!" ketus Febby wiped her tears. Mr. Angga was just a whimper hearing Febby's answer.

"Are you the one who prepared everything?"

"Yes, special to you. Let's go there," Mr. Angga took Febby to the park, which had been given a small table with two chairs for their romantic dinner. With candle wax around the table it is heart shaped. As well as flowers mounted in a heart-shaped fenced, adding a romantic impression that night. As Febby walked up the carpet to the table, the lights immediately flashed together. Febby could only gawk admiring the surprise.