Leaning Sweet Me
The problem of free decomposition

The wind was warmer, and the seasons were changing rapidly. And time spins without being prevented let alone returned. Human nature can change in a matter of seconds.

A pair of shiny shoes were sitting in the corner of the room waiting for the master to wear them. While he was still struggling with his cell phone and occasionally gritted his teeth until the jawline looked more firm.

"Find out about it, right now!!"

After dialing one of the contacts on his phone, then he put the phone in his ear. And without waiting for someone's answer on the other end of the phone, Alan hung up. He quickly got out of the room.

After a few days it was only the matter about the tadpole that always bothered his mind, the conversation a few days ago with Farrel that kept on teasing his heart. But various problems 2 companies that he can not also leave make this delayed and continue to be delayed again.

Alan prepares to come off his plate, with his full suit and his trademark shiny shoes making his appeal all the more visible. Asian face that is possessed with a firm jaw and two sharp eyes like an eagle but can never look at others for more than 3 seconds, but if it has locked the interlocutor, but if it has been locked, look at those eyes like a straight hit to the heart. Making the interlocutor unable to return his gaze as if killed in silence.

It didn't take long for him to arrive at the company. For some reason after Farrel's appointment as CEO of the company, people called him the chairman of the company. Which even he himself doesn't care about.

"Chairman.." said someone who had been in the secretary seat since Cintya was moved, but not a single Alan looked at her.

Alan came into the room, but as he was about to close the door, someone pushed him. He looked around and saw Farrel coming in.

"What...?"

"Solve your problems before I get married!" he said then Farrell came back out of Alan's room.

"Cih, come just say that kind of thing!" Alan shook his head, then sat his body in his great chair.

Drett

Drett

His phone vibrated, Alan reached into the phone from his pants pocket. And this time it stared at the flaming white screen before sticking it in the ear.

"Say."

"I'll be there soon,"

Alan then exited quickly and he stepped towards the elevator in particular. It feels like running to get up to speed and bring it to a place that will help break down one by one the tangled threads.

Before long he arrived at the parking lot and immediately got into the car, then drove quickly according to the address given by his man.

Alan was pirated driving his car at high speed and made the other riders honk loudly and yell annoyed at him. But he doesn't care at all. Just staring at the rearview mirror attached to the left and right body of his car.

Shortly after he arrived, Alan pulled his car right in front of a towering black gate, a classic European-style house building that made him even more curious. Is this really the address.

Alan got out of the car and security was approaching, "I want to meet Tasya."

"I'm sorry you had an appointment before?"

"No, just tell him I'm coming!"

The security stared in surprise but he returned to his post and called his employer

"Have him come in" Tasya said from the other end of the phone.

The security opened the gate and let Alan in, then closed it again.

Alan threw the car keys at her, "If my car gets in the way, just move it!"

With a security surge it caught the car keys thrown by the completely expressionless person.

The door opened, a maid invited him in,

"Wait a minute, sir, the lady will come down here to see you" he said, then disappeared back inside.

While Alan sat in the living room sofa which is almost the same as the Adhinata residential house.

Before long the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, a pair of hairy sandals going down the stairs slowly, Tasya by wearing a short dress with very beautiful unraveling hair with a blushing face."

"What are you looking for me for? We have business, sir?" Tighten it up on Alan.

Alan who looked at Tasya's stomach almost unblinkingly gasped. He got up from his seat.

"Say, is he my son?" Alan looked up at Tasya. But it ended with a pushy look on his distended stomach.

"Say .. I'll take responsibility if I do" he said again.

Tasya frowned, "What are you saying?"

"What was that moment ... I .. did I do it?" her question stuttered.

Still with an astonished face Tasya looked at Alan, "Why do you think this is your son?"

"Say that's my son or not? So don't answer a question with a question anymore."

Tasya snorted violently. " Father Master is arrogant!"

"So you're just here to ask? Is this your son or not?" Alan did not answer.

Tasya landed his body on the sofa, "I still wish someone would look for me because he was looking for me, not because of this child!" lirih.

"But take it easy, I know myself enough. Even I've really changed," he added later.

Fatigue Alan also landed himself on the couch until they faced each other.

"I'm sorry if I did something bad in the past, and had to endure the consequences for a lifetime. I'm sorry!"

"That's not what I want to hear, just answer my question."

"You don't appreciate the host talking! Take it easy, you can breathe a sigh of relief now. Because this is not your son! Are you stupid, we didn't do anything that night,"

"Well...."

"I mean we did that night, didn't do that....?" Alan rubbed his neck.

Tasya chuckled, "A arrogant master can also be stupid, of course not .., do you feel like you took something out of your weapon?"

Alan frowned, and unable to answer, he did not understand at all, and what weapon did he mean? Does he know I have a gun?

Tasya sneered, "We're just skin to skin, even though I tried to tease you, but Farrel's arrival foiled my plans. Don't you remember?"

"Even you haven't brought anything out!" again with a chuckle.

"So...so it's not my tadpole?

"Well...."

"I don't mean my son?" error again.

"Obviously not.." she said with a smile.

"And I don't expect you to be his father either, so you take it easy." he added.

"Who's son then? Sorry if my question made you uncomfortable."

Tasya shook her head, "Eric.." he said.

"Eric...?" Tasya nodded. "But I don't want him to know either...."

Alan frowned, "Why...? Shouldn't he be responsible."

"No need, I can raise him myself. Because Eric loves my cousin, I don't want to ruin anyone's relationship anymore" she said softly.

And her beautiful eyes were now wet, slowly the clear circle was coming down freely even though she had been holding it back all this time.

"Are you crying...."

Tasya cried but also chuckled, "No I'm running."

"Sorry...."

"Why are you sorry, you're innocent." Tasya wiped away the tears with her thumb.

I'm sorry for being so mean to you, and for thinking you're a cunning and wicked girl. But you've changed.

"Thank you,"

"Why do you thank me, I didn't give you anything! You're so stiff. Very different from your sister, "Alan just pulled her lips thin.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask for my help,"

"So now you're good to me because I'm pregnant? And not your son, is that it...?"

Alan shook his head, "I've been bad to you, and it's time I changed too!"

"So the story is we're at peace?"

"Yes, that kind of thing." Alan got up from his seat.

"Then I'll go first. Take good care of yourself, if you want, I'll drag Eric here!" Alan extended his hand to Tasya.

"May I call you brother?"

Alan knitted his eyebrows together but a second later pulled the corner of his lips "Sure, you can think of me as a big brother."

Unexpectedly, Tasya hugged him and cried in Alan's arms. While Alan just patted his shoulder softly.

"Thank you, brother...."

Alan just nodded in silence.

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Alan returned to the office feeling better, the disturbing problem had been unraveled freely, though he did not know how Eric and Tasya were told, but he also did not want to go too far except for Tasya who asked for help from him.

When he was about to enter the room, he looked at the girl who was staring at the monitor screen with her eyes tail and then after that he entered the room.

"Where have you been? I'm looking for you" asked Farrel, who was sitting on the couch, with Mac standing next to him and Doni sitting scared on the end of the couch.

"Meeting Tasya...."

"Huh..you really asked her?"

"Hm...." Alan sat himself in his seat of greatness.

"And it's not my tadpole!" he threw a ballpoint pen at Farrel.

Make both Mac and Doni laugh, "You too, what kind of info did you give me Mac! Damn you're embarrassing me."

"Info what's a Rail?" doni whispers in Farrel's ear.

"Flying birds, darting away to be children! Right Mac!"

"Piggyback?"