Husband's Taste Friend
Chapter 43's

Aldi saw his boss out of the office with concern. For the sake of company stability, he was willing to do something dangerous like this. Why did he say it was dangerous? Because the highest divorce case in the world is because of a third person. Aldi quietly prayed in his heart, hopefully everything will be fine.

"Have you met Ms Martha, Bang?" Suddenly Nindi asked beside him.

"Yes. I'm worried it feels. You don't know how bad Bu Martha's nyosor is the Boss."

"Oh, it could be bad if the Ma'am Nisa's look."

"Well, there it is." Aldi looked at Nindi already carrying a bag. "Lo want to go home?" ask Aldi.

"Yes. Very tired today to pengen cepet-cepet nyampe home and sleep. Speaking of the concept for Vreeset has made nausea feel. Sasha was vomiting this afternoon. Not to mention the Ezar who wants to go all spry. Shucks are not kids."

Hearing the name Sasha called, Aldi suddenly rippled in there. The new copywriter he was expecting was named Natasha or familiarly called Sasha.

In the body there is a heart, and in the heart there is a nameless space. The space was silent, not even nature was able to disturb it. Speaking only with conscience, no word can describe its taste. It's too difficult and complex.

However, when the space is open and someone is able to enter it, there will be more noise than the frenetic world. Aldi's annual closed it tightly after Hana left, but yesterday the space was open again. It was Sasha who managed to grasp the key to the door and opened it. Hana and Sasha are a unit that God has sent for her. They look the same. From body gestures, face, appearance, but somehow with his heart.

As far as he had seen these few days, it seemed that his heart was the same as well. He speculates, has Hana been reincarnated? Why was he reincarnated so quickly? Shouldn't we wait thousands of years?

"Woi, Bang! Yeah, he's dumb. I'll go home, Bang." Aldi. "Oh, yes, Nin. Uh, Sasha's coming home too?"

"Udah. Why mother?" Nindi squinted her eyes curiously, because from yesterday the man beside her kept wondering about Sasha. From his place of residence, hobbies, food, to his status.

"It's all right."

"Don't be honest with me, you have a crush on Sasha, huh?"

Terrenyak aldi. His white face instantly emitted a tinge of red. "Absolutely! shit, lo!" elak Aldi's.

Nindi wrapped her hands around her chest while looking at her senior amusedly. It seems like he is nervous. Empiricists. Nindi was too skilled to read everything. He didn't need an answer, because he already had one.

He thinks the guys in his office suck at romance, including his boss. The story of the Boss and his wife, it's been an open secret in the office. Nindi shudders when she finds out that her boss harbored eleven years of love for his wife. He could not imagine his Boss still being able to live, even though during that time he was trapped friendzone and silent.

And now he sees Aldi. Will his senior follow in the footsteps of his Boss?

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Seno parked his car at one of the five-star restaurants in South Jakarta. Before coming out, he took off his tie and rolled his shirt arm up to his elbow. Situations like this are so dull. For a moment he closed his eyes. His heart suddenly missed Nisa and wanted to hurry home, but now he had to hold her back first.

Seno sighed heavily, opened the car door, then walked straight into the restaurant. A knitted servant greeted him at the door. Seno smiled kindly at the doorman, then his gaze went around looking for the figure of his fussy client.

Before long, his pupils caught a forty-year-old woman wearing a modern gray blazer, sitting at one of the tables playing a cell phone. That's Ms. Martha. Seno rushed to him.

"Hello, good night." Seno tried to be friendly.

"You've finally come too. Please sit down." Martha let her in with one hand gesture. Seno nodded and sat down. Before long a waiter approached their table handing out a menu book. After taking down their orders the waiter returned to the back.

"Finally, I can dinner with you too, it feels so good."

Seno cleared his throat while bowing his head, he was very uncomfortable being stared at like that. A very longing, and naughty look. Seno doesn't like that type of woman. The effect is like cheap.

"Actually dinner this time to celebrate the success of our project. With that ad, our product sales managed to go up 10%, which is amazing in my opinion."

Seno. "Thank God, I'm happy, ma'am."

"Kok mom? I told you, call me Tata." Martha grunts.

"Oh, yes, sorry I forgot. Ta_ta" said Seno kaku.

"Well, that, dong. It sounds familiar. Hm, oh yeah, your wife knows not now you're having dinner with me?"

"Huh? I_yes he knows, I'm having dinner with a client."

"Tonight I'm not your client, yeah, but a friend. Can I be your friend?" Martha grabbed Seno's hand on the table.

Seno grimacing. Slowly he pulled his hand. 'I'm not really his business. A girl seems to be raving about me. How, anyways? I think as soon as possible I have to give him understanding so as not to kebablasan.'

"I'm sorry, Tata, but it seems I'm more comfortable if our relationship is just a business partner. You're my client."

Martha's face immediately turned unhappy. But somehow, he felt increasingly challenged to be able to get the man in front of him. Seno is his type. Martha's mind was wild uncontrollably every time she saw Seno's strapping body.

"Okay, I get it. If I can't be your friend, can I be your mistress?" Martha again grabbed Seno's hand on the table and rubbed it slowly.

"What?" Seno's eyes immediately glared and withdrew his hand.

'Ah, he's really crazy!' Seno stood up, she already couldn't bear the situation. Losing one high-class client might be better if the edges are like this.

"Where are you going?" Martha pulled Seno's hand. "So I was just kidding. Sorry, you're sitting down again dong."

Joking or not, certainly Seno is not very fond of aggressive girls like Martha. He used to change girlfriends, but not once did he find a female model like this. So scary.

Seno throws Martha's hand. "Sorry, I'd better just go home, kidding you've missed." Seno's long limbs stepped away from the table.

"Senopatiiiii," cried Martha in annoyance.

Seno did not care Martha shouted to him. And he did not realize that from the beginning there was someone watching secretly and immortalizing it through a mobile phone.

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