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On the way to the company. Zayn and Fira talked to each other about anything. There's no talk of Raisa anymore.
Shafira who knows her husband is uncomfortable because she met his ex-lover. Not wanting to ask anything more, he just kept quiet as if he didn't know anything.
"Is this his company?" ask the girl after Mercedes Benz Zayn's car entered a company area.
"Yes, my workplace is on the top floor of this building," the young man replied that he had stopped his car right in front of the company's Lobby.
"Darling, I'm sorry" said the young man, apologizing. So that the eyes of the new employees come staring at the boss' car.
"Mas, I've forgiven you, there's no need to apologize,"
"Mas knows if you'll answer like this. But I still want to apologize to you,"
"Yes, I'm sorry. Jagan made it a burden of thought because I was also guilty of yelling at Mas who was fighting with the woman again," replied Fira with a small smile because she knew what her mistake was.
"Huem, it's okay. You're like that because you don't want to add to the sin of spreading someone's disgrace, right?" guess Zayn and Fira just nodded confirming.
"This nature of yours makes me love you even more, Fira. I'm so happy to have a wife like you" Zayn said, the more he dared to show that he loved his wife.
"Thank you! I am still learning to improve myself. So don't praise me who might make me fly, "tease Fira to take away her awkwardness.
Do not forget the two cheeks of the girl was already red blushed because she was ashamed to hear the expression of her husband.
"Later we'll fly together. Wait for Mas to complete a project in collaboration with several large companies, including the company Aksara my friend,"
"Can we fly without wings?" tanya Fira did not understand what her husband said.
"Where to know can fly without wings. Oya, let's go down! About half an hour later we have a meeting. So you just wait in Mas' office, "Zayn deliberately switched the conversation.
He will tell Fira when it is time. Zayn intends to take Fira to Umrah according to his wife's dreams.
"Please go down Mrs Zayn" said Zayn, allowing Fira to go down. The girl smiled more and more.
But, at the same time. A luxurious car passed not far from them. While entrepreneurs who just arrived there also get out of their respective cars.
"Zayn, you.." said Aksa who just got out of his car. The young man's eyes looked at Fira whose hand was held by his best friend.
"Yes, why?" Zayn asked back.
"Ohaka--"
"Yes, she is my wife" the young man knew what Aksa meant. "Let's introduce his name Shafira" he continued, introducing his wife.
"Hi. We meet again. I'm Zayn's best friend. Sorry for Mr. Handoko's birthday I don't know if you're his wife" Aksa said.
However, Fira did not receive the helping hand and simply clenched her hands together in front of her chest.
"Agh! Yes," Aksa also smiled crisply as she pulled her hand. I feel ashamed that many people have witnessed this. Makes him scratch his non-itchy nape.
Zayn who knew about it only smiled a little.
"O Allah, if there are women like Fira. Then please match me with her."
Do'a Aksa in his heart. From the beginning see Fira Pinkan's birthday night. Aksa already likes that girl.
"Aksa, let's go in. You go first to the meeting room. I will follow after taking my wife to my office" said Zayn made Aksa aware of his daydream.
"Yes, come on," Aksa replied nodding in agreement. Then the three of them entered the company. Zayn walked by gently grasping Fira's hand.
Aksa walked behind the couple. All my eyes were on their boss who was carrying a beautiful girl and wearing a hijab.
That's not the only thing they talk about. But about what kind Fira refused when shaking hands with an Aksara who was no less handsome and rich than Zayn.
Only he was a widower left dead by his wife. However, even the widower. Aksa is still a virgin, inversely proportional to Zayn.
"Good morning everyone," Zayn said, stopping as he passed employees who greeted him with their heads lowered.
"Morning as well, sir," the employees replied in unison.
"You all must be wondering who the girl I brought. She is Shafira, my wife. Rather than being a slander, so I introduce first," he said because he saw there were employees who whispered to fellow colleagues.
Zayn who could guess that just introduced his wife. She should have announced their marriage a long time ago.
"Boy is married? Well, why don't we anyone know," exclaimed the employee who happened to dare to ask.
"Yes, we've been married for about three months. I haven't made the party yet, so no one has been invited. However, next month all of you will definitely invite me to give her do'a blessing on our marriage," replied Zayn who made Fira look directly at him.
For Fira did not expect that Zayn would introduce her as a wife and was even more surprised that Zayn would throw their wedding party.
"Alhamdulillah. Then his name is hijrah love casanova. Zayn who likes to change partners can finally return to the right path through love for his wife."
Aksara muttered in his heart that was happy when his best friend could return to the right path.
"Sir, without a party though we will pray that happiness always accompanies the marriage of father and Miss Fira. You are a very compatible couple" said someone who has been listening since.
"thank you. Then go back to work," replied Zayn already back to walk to a special elevator for company officials followed by Aksa as well.
"Mas, why was it--"
"It's okay, because we're going to make a fancy party. Let everyone know we are married. Mas don't want any slander like on your campus," Zayn sideline stared at Fira lovingly.
Without thinking that there was a single widower standing behind them. Making the Aksara berdehem.
"Huem, why is this elevator so hot?" he said that made Zayn look at him.
"Haa. ha. I think the elevator's fine. Only your single self feels hot" Zayn laughed because he knew Aksa again insinuated herself.
"Ck, I will get married again, if I can meet a Sholeha girl like your wife," said Aksa who made Fira turn towards her husband's best friend.
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