Infidelity
17. Redeem Longing

Mr. Elbarano's face was pale to hear the scathing insinuations of an empress who was very disinclined in her country. His face looked nervous as if he had been caught red-handed as the vanishing of someone else's work.

"Sorry your majesty! Maybe you misjudged the results of the dress design that my wife did. And I can...."

"Stop your bullshit or do you want me to embarrass in front of these classy guests?"

Sela the mistress of Barca who does not want to be fooled by Mr. Elbarano.

Mr. Elbarano glanced at Marsha who looked unconcerned by holding his drink glass with an elegant body gesture.

"Do you think this lady has uncovered that rotten secret of yours? I'm a design observer who's real, her own work or a fake designer like your wife. Don't spoil it too much if you want your agency to live long."

Mrs Barca then invited Marsha to leave the show hall to raise funds.

Marsha smiles cynically at Mr. Elbarano as her revenge is avenged by the Barca mistress.

"Stop working with the couple, or your talents continue to be used by others to break down popularity." Said the Barca mistress who was not understood by Marsha." Do you have a detective to investigate the couple, madam?"

Marsha asked if Barca's mistress had a strong enough intelligence network to reveal a case.

The footsteps stopped. He looked at the beautiful face of Marsha who looked very genius but had a weak heart.

"If you want to rise from the slump, you must dare to tell the world that you have something valuable to get an appreciation of the results of your hard work.

I know the dress that Mr. Elbarano's modeling agency just showed me is yours. Do you still deny it?"

Glekk...

"I've sold them my designs and I don't have any.

"You want to say, your work may be claimed by someone else, Miss Marsha?"

"Of course not madam, but circumstances that made me give up my dream to.

"I will use your design. The royal family, especially for noble princesses, will wear your services in making a dress design according to the theme they carry out. Would you accept my offer. Take it easy, your name will be famous among the nobles." Said the queen of Barca. And that made Marsha just be stunned.

"Thank you very much for your trust! I will do my best to design a special dress for you."

Marsha said releasing the departure of the Barca mistress who had entered his car.

When Marsha was still staring at the French royal car moving away, came a man who admired Marsha.

"Good night, Miss Marsha !"

Marsha turned her body gracefully, but those eyes widened looking at who was before her at the moment.

"Mr Excel...!"

Marsha tried to smile even though honestly she was very shocked at the moment.

"Do you want to go back to the hotel?"

"of course! I'm waiting for the taxi I ordered."

"Cancel it! Come with me because I'm staying at the same hotel as you."

"But ..me..-.-.

"Come on! Don't you feel sorry for my driver who opened the car door for us?"

Mr. Excel gestured with his hand to let Marsha get in the car. And he followed from the door next to him.

Marsha occupied her seat that had already touched the burly arm of the Excel master who was so carefully treating this woman to be comfortable with her.

Feeling that for a long time there was no conversation between the two, Mr. Excel tilted his body along with Marsha who wanted to talk to Mr. Excel.

Seeing the woman want to talk, Mr. Excel undoes his intentions and waits for Marsha to say first.

"How are you, sir!"

Marsha asked spontaneously with a word that was too short but in his brain a lot he wanted to ask the man who was eight years older than him.

"As you can see, Miss Marsha. I'm in good shape. I wonder how you are doing right now? What about Al?"

"My life is boring. It's a compound activity and it makes me a little fed up. Because it takes, inevitably I have to live even though it feels very tired and wants to end it."

Marsha held back her pain.

Without Marsha acknowledging her life, Mr. Excel already knows more about this girl's life. It's just that Mr. Excel wants to listen to the complaints of this girl who turns out he also recognizes the saturation of his static life.

Upon arrival at the hotel, Mr. Excel offers Marsha a quick chat at the hotel's garden before they step into their respective rooms.

"Sorry Miss Marsha! All this time I did not manage my company anymore in Indonesia. I'm more focused on the company that's here. So I'm not present as a friend anymore maybe in a time when you need a friend to share."

"Just Mr Excel! You seem to know more about my life. Are you spying on my life?"

Guess Marsha.

"Your husband is in the business world. Who does not know your husband? In today's digital age, all the information can be easily though you have to live in an ant hole though, people will know anyone's life."

Mr. Excel's words cover up his lies.

"I'm sorry! I am more paranoid about my personal life. Actually I don't really like my life in the spotlight. But, I also do not blame you because the business world is a chasm for anyone who is ready to fall when the situation is shaky. No matter who it is."

Said Marsha while exhaling her coarse breath.

Marsha. The cold air tonight felt piercing his smooth skin even though he was wrapped in a thick coat wrapped around his body.

The longing of Mr. Excel, the mother of Al, makes him want to embrace Marsha but he is so afraid Marsha will be wrong on him.

Not wanting to make this girl cold again, Mr. Excel invited her in.

"Are you cold Miss Marsha ?"

"It feels like my mouth is stiff enough to talk to you longer out here."

Marsha's reply made Excel's master chuckle.

"alright. Let's go in!"

Marsha stepped in while putting both of her hands into the pouch of her coat to give it a warm feeling.

"Can I take you to your room, Miss Marsha?"

"Hm."

Arriving in front of his room. Marsha says goodbye and says good night to Mr. Excel.

"Come on Miss Marsha !" Have a good dream."

Sir Excel said it was so heavy to release Marsha.

"Thank you Mr. Excel. Good night!"

Marsha opened her bedroom door and closed it again. Mr. Excel remained silent for a moment in front of Marsha's room and continued his steps towards his own room.