Forgive Me My Wife
Emergency Alarm
“Come, please in drink the juice.” Yoga raised her cocktail glass to invite Viona to drink together.
Viona also raised her glass of orange juice trying to respect as adab towards business partners. Yoga gave a faint grin at the sight of Viona's glass of orange juice almost touching her red lips.
Suddenly Viona's phone rang loudly. He put his glass back, took his cell phone and there was Nara's father's name on it. The fingers roll to shift the green button, the movement stops when the sound of Yoga interrupts.
“Isn't it rude to turn on ring mode also receive a phone in the middle of a situation discussing cooperation that is very important?” with a hardened face. He was upset because Viona did not drink the juice and put the glass back.
“Ma-sorry once Sir, this is all my negligence for forgetting to disable the ringing of the phone.” Although feeling uncomfortable, Viona still tried to be professional, undo her intention to receive a call from Bima and change her phone mode to silent mode and then put it again in the bag.
“What if your apology is not accepted? I think your intention to apply for cooperation with Shoppinghome is not really, even the drinks I serve you refused. Looks like I was just wasting time,” he complained but demanded.
“I have absolutely no such thoughts. I'm sure, you're a person of great heart, sorry for the inconvenience. I really really seriously want to be a partner of Shopinghome, Pak Yoga,” said Viona. He tried to survive even though the atmosphere began to be uncomfortable, since Yoga seemed to continue to be urgent and felt forcing.
“Really? Try showing your seriousness.”
Yoga moved out of her chair, circled the table and moved to sit next to Viona. Shocked by what Yoga does, Viona automatically shifts a bit away.
“Oh of course, you can see the files I brought this. I have planned everything carefully so that we can be mutually beneficial.” Viona opened her bag and took the map from there.
Yoga held the map on the table, he seemed not interested in seeing the contents, because he was more interested in women who handed the map. He shifted his sitting position again until now closer to Viona.
“Before we discuss it, you should drink the juice first. Show your seriousness.” Yoga grabbed a glass of orange juice and thrust it at Viona.
The fear crept up, he felt strange because Yoga had been urging him to drink. Viona started to get suspicious and her mind wondered, could Yoga put something in her orange juice?
“Ehm. Can we discuss the work first,” Pinta Viona still with a polite tone, although an uncomfortable aura began to pour out there.
Yoga put the glass back with a strong disappointed expression. Only this time there is a woman who is not entangled in charm, her beautiful body is usually able to snare the opposite sex easily. Viona's refusal makes her patience.
“In fact to cooperate with me you do not have to bother carrying this file.” Point it towards the brown map on the table.
“You just have to make me happy, and I make sure your boutique becomes an exclusive partner of Shoppinghome.” Yoga stroked Viona's arm with brash movements.
A danger alarm went off inside Viona despite being a little late. He began to grasp the meaning of the words Yoga. Putting on an alert mode, Viona got up from the chair and grabbed her bag.
“Sorry, Mr. Yoga. Looks like I have to rethink about this cooperation, I excuse me.”