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The entry today is mountainous.

There's a pile of sacks in front of the door downstairs. Boy's clothes just now

go in. All employees do their own work. Even

Daniah feels that his employees have become all professionals. Two

the expert staff people that Saga sent out actually made the shop that it was originally

capital management is simple, becoming like a small company with power

expertly.

The created activity, making

the employees did not talk much. And not realizing that Aran was seen

much more silent today. On the way to their departure, Aran

already back and forth, squeezing the steering wheel of the vehicle. But it has not been said that he

ask permission to go home. Leaving Daniah alone even in the shophouse, if you arrive

caught, can finish his work history. But bringing the nona home, what is it

in all probability.

Aran is taking photos of the latest products. Helped by Tika

deftly open the clothes,

put it on the carpet. Aran with his professional camera moves to the right and

go left. Determine the most appropriate angle, so that the product he photographed

looks perfect. Set lighting. Ability with a professional camera

no doubt about it. The top floor is being conjured into a mini studio.

How's this! If I don't

home and mom really showed up at the Antara Group building how?  Bringing another broom! Aaaa, I even just got my first paycheck, will that be my last paycheck.

Still moving here and there with

his camera. His mind also flew everywhere.

“ Mbak Aran since the photos of the products

photographed by Aran, so much better. Luxury and classy.” Finally finished

aslo. Tika sat down with a pile of clothes that must be folded and inserted

back to the plastic.

“ Hehe.” Answer with laughter,

while cleaning the camera and storing it back in the storage cabinet. Still

hanging his face.

“ I also want to learn youo.”

Fold, fold and fold clothes again. “What can lift me up as a student Ma'am

Aran donk's. Please, I'll study hard.” Plead while clenching

hand.

“ I'm also still an amateur.” Ball

tika's eyes were hopeful.  Making Aran's heart

withered. “ If only my basic technique is good, so well we can learn

after lunch.”

“ Thanks mbak. I'll show off

with the kids downstairs. Who knows they will also want to learn.” Tika ran

down stairs.

Uh, I don't just want to teach you!

“ Looks like you're liked by

children.” Daniah goes upstairs, meets Tika downstairs who tells her she wants to

so the murits of the photo class, with teacher Aran. Daniah took her phone in the bag, and then

dropping the body on the bed. There are some incoming messages. From that number

not stored on his phone.

Abbas! The profile picture is clear

Corms.

Daniah sighed, let alone this.

The business will be very long if Mr. Saga knows he's sending

message to other men. Daniah wants to press the delete button even without

checking the message content. But curious, curious, more gnawing at his heart. And

eventually.

“ Niah, how are you me, Abas.”

“ Your phone number does not replace yes ^_^”

with an emotional smile behind her.

“ Sorry, I shouldn't have

contacting you.”

“ But I'm not calm and worried,

so I ventured to call you.”

“ Niah, are you really married

with mr Saga?”

“ Mr. Saga didn't force you to marry

with?”

“ Are you happy now?” Message from Abas.

Daniah dropped the hp that she

hold it while staring at the ceiling. Imagine the face of Abash. Men

Why he sent such a message

it's si. Did I look pathetic yesterday. Daniah, what are you

think now. Delete this message and do not reply to it. If you don't want to

got a new problem again.

“ Ehmm, miss.” Aran approached the bed

teeter. Stand still. Daniah opened her eyes. Reversing the phone whose light had dimmed, hiding the message from view

Aran's.

“ Why?” Daniah got up and sat by the bed.

Daniah guessed from all the antics

aran's body was full of doubt. The girl was still silent, squeezing her fingers.

“ My Miss. Ah no, forgive me

miss.”

“ Why? Sit down, someone wants to

you say.” Pull Aran's hand to sit. “Do you need help?”

Can I say it, ahh,

but what if miss is in trouble too

“ You why?”

“ Miss, what is today before going home

we can stop by somewhere. Just a moment.”

“ Where?” Daniah himself doubted.

If only he was free anywhere without Saga's permission he wouldn't mind

wherever Aran wants to go. As long as it's still in the capital.

“ Home to my parents miss.”

***

Finally, although still haunted by doubts, Daniah decided not to ask

permission or notice even to the Han secretary. He expects to be home two hours earlier than usual. Then stop by Aran's house, then go straight home

to home. Both of them tie their fingers with their pinkies when they leave

this is a secret.

“ Sorry I've been troublesome

miss, and thanks for understanding.”

“ Already, sorry you can't

help you a lot.” Danieh himself felt helpless.

Aran smiled, yes he knew. How his nona lives the day, he is bound by the love of Mr. Saga. The chain of love made by Mr. Saga. Love that binds his freedom. Although she felt her nonaanya lived it without burden, but maybe in the deepest part of her heart was still crowded as well.

“ Remember yes, don't tell secretary Han." Aran nodded his head. " Let's stop by to buy souvenirs for your mother.”

Although Aran refused but

finally the car pulled over in a shopping parking area. Daniah bought

fruit parcels and also cake for hand fruit.

Aran's house is still in the capital. Being in a densely populated residential area. After less than half an hour Aran arrived at his parents' house. The house he bought from a bank loan and has not been paid off until the day

these too. Aran went into the house. Not long for the door

it was open and there was already the cry of a welcoming woman.

“ Arandita!”

“ Ahhhhhh, pardon mom.” Turn to the back of the car, save yourself. " Mommy! I'm with Miss Daniah!" Shouting pointed at Daniah who was roaring his head politely.

The mother who had held the broom in her hand dropped the thing.  Closer and looked at Daniah closely.

Daniah, so this is Miss Daniah.

" Mom don't embarrass me donk. We'll just talk inside." Looking at the mother who looked at Daniah. The woman then regained her senses and bowed her head politely.

" Auntie don't do that." Daniah approached and extended a hand. Then go into the house at the same time. While Aran took the souvenirs out of the car.

Huh! I survived being with the lady. But why did he really bring that broom, you mother. I didn't go home wanted, turn came to want to beat me up.

" Please miss at the tea." I put two iced tea cups on the table. " Aran, why don't you tell me you're coming home with Miss Daniah. Sorry, miss our house is a mess."

" It's okay aunt."

" Please enjoy the tea." Aran's mother took a glass at the table, immediately accepted by Daniah. " I'm sorry to talk to Aran for a minute." Glancing son.

" He's an aunt, don't hesitate. You guys haven't seen each other in a long time."

Finally they left Daniah in the living room. The girl stood up and looked at the photos neatly displayed on the wall.

Aran also has a younger brother.

***

" Is she really Daniah Mr Saga's wife?" Whispering quietly in Aran's ear, when he managed to push his son into the kitchen.

" Aaaah, mom. How many times do I have to tell you that I work as Miss Daniah's personal assistant." Looks cool in mom's eyes. If Aran only replied that he was just a driver and a bodyguard, the protector and the person who watched the lady during the exit of the house would not sound cool in the eyes of mother.

" What is Miss Daniah's job to need a personal assistant?"

Uh, mom! I have to answer what this is.

" The problem is not Miss Daniah's job what mom. But who's his wife? who's loved woman? President of Antara Group." Mother sure. True also, for what he works, if he already has a husband like Mr. Saga. " Come on out, ma'am, miss is waiting."

" Wait!" Mom pulls Aran's hand. " You didn't meet that damn secretary?"

Aaaaaaa, I stopped yelling at your future son-in-law why.

" Listen yes, I'll never approve of it. If she comes to this house, I'll douse her with salt."

" Mom!"

" What!"

" Come out, miss waiting."

Aran didn't want to explain anything. He alone was still fighting for the hearts of the Han secretary, yet to win a battle with Amera. Now it must be blocked with mother's blessing.

Why is love so hard.

Seriate