Loving Your Husband
Important meeting

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Diran arrived a few hours ago... He was very sleepy and wanted to sleep, it was like seeing the pillows piled on the mattress of the hotel room as a wave of his hand to invite him to lie down.

"Aahhhhhhhhhh... This is not true" he said.

"Master. You have to be strong, you don't sleep... You certainly can" Pinta Syiren was so excited.

"Stop your rant. It's all because of you... Why give me drugs with sleepy side effects... You're ridiculous.." said Diran.

"I'm sorry, sir... I'm so guilty of you" Syiren is so sorry.

"That's it... Bring shirt. I'll wear that shirt at the meeting in half an hour." - Diran.

Syiren also began to choose and give some suits that Diran wanted "Which master?" Ask Syiren

"White is all..." Her request.

Syiren quickly handed me the suit while putting it on soft "In a moment, my assistant will pick me up... So don't do much. I don't want you to cause any bigger problems. Understood?" ask Diran to Syiren

"Of course, my master understands..." Syiren.

Diran who was ready also began to wait in the middle room of the hotel room. While Syiren was still struggling in Diran's room to arrange Diran's clothes.

Tok! The door was knocked, 'Master, I'm coming to pick you up." said the secretary.

"Kinant... Enter" Reply Diran. Syiren was a little curious at the voice of that gentle woman. Finally, Syiren began to come out of the room and peek at "Master. You look tam healthy, are my estimates correct?" ask Kinan.

"No. I'm fine... Come onl. We're leaving before the clients wait too long..." Obviously Diran.

"Alright sir." replied Kinan while pushing Diran.

That woman must have been very beautiful, until Lord Diran had honored her. If only I could be one step closer like that lady...Bathin Syiren muttering.

Syiren could not look at Kinan, as Kinan first pushed on Diran's wheelchair. And Syiren could only stare at the white Kinan hijab.

Blams... They started to get out, and Syiren stayed alone in that hotel room...

"It's really quiet here... I actually really wanted to go with Mr. Diran to the meeting. But... If I were to go there, Mr. Diran would be ashamed to bring a parlour to that important meeting. Anyways... Who me? I'm just a maid who is only needed when Mr. Diran is in trouble.." whispered Syiren inexhaustibly. Finally, Syiren exiled her body on the mattress of the hotel room and did not realize she had dived into a dream.

***

"Uhuk Uhuk" Diran coughed.

As guests begin to discuss the issue of a rapidly increasing marketing curve. Diran did not listen to him at all, Diran lost consciousness several times before she opened her eyes again...

"Master. Sir, are you okay?" ask Kinan.

Astagfirullah, this must be because of the medicine that Syiren gave me this morning. It's really troublesome, I'm really sleepy and want to sleep... Bathin Diran muttering.

"Master. Then what is your latest innovation to penetrate the international stock exchange? Because your company has been very developed in the country?" ask the investors.

Diran was not connected at all and even held his head. Kinan also began to disperse the drowsiness of Diran "Master. You have to answer it..." Kinan Pinta.

Diran who did not listen could only smile "I will try very hard again, I will do my best for the company and the investors in this company" explained Diran as she nodded her head in a nod.

Although the answer is not continuous, but the clients who planted shares in Diran company are very satisfied and clap their hands enthusiastically.

The important meeting began to end, Diran was very powerless to want to lay herself on the mattress and sleep for a moment.

"Sir, I'll take you to the room" Pinto Kinan.

"I'm sorry Kinan. I'm always troubling you." said Diran.

"What's wrong. I'm very happy if it can be useful for you" Kinan also drove Diran into a hotel room and helped him on the mattress. But Kinan's eyes began to widen when he saw that someone had fallen asleep there.

"Master? Who's that woman?" ask Kinan. Staring at Syiren who was sleeping on her back, but her hair was randomly scrambled to cover her face.

"...She, she's my sister..." Diran's reply was awkward.

"Oh. Did you hire a nurse to take care of you?"

"Yes..." Diran was so embarrassed.

"Astagfirullah. Why doesn't Miss Lena take care of you... Don't don't Miss Lena.." Kinan almost scoffed at his boss' wife.

"...i'd better take a break now" Diran explained

Kinan nodded and he began to enter... Diran was silent in front of Syiren who was sleeping on the mattress that should be Diran's bed.

Blams...

The door was closed by Kinan. As Kinan stared behind the door, his mind began to drift "The great pity of Lord Diran. Though he is a handsome man who is well-established, but can usually miss Lena is not grateful to him... This is so outrageous!" bentak Kinan threw his hand.

In that hotel room...

The atmosphere was very quiet and Diran's mind was unstable. Diran who had been sleepy also began to be silent for a moment. Diran who was sitting in her wheelchair could only stare at the girl who was sleeping quietly on her mattress.

If at the beginning of his meeting he was very angry with Syiren because of his carelessness. But for the time being, Diran thought a little "If only, my wife is this kind of factor when taking care of me... If only, my wife was as painstaking as it was... If only, my wife... Want to accept my current condition, if only my wife was like this young girl who never disturbed my physique." bathin Diran muttered.

Diran began to approach Syiren and then carried her hair slowly. Diran did not expect that he would meet a young girl like Syiren. A beautiful girl and not shy when doing a job that is only as a maid.

Diran stared at Syiren's nan for as long as possible. A feeling of calm began to appear as he stared at the light face without any burden in the shiren nanar. A moment of Diran was indeed a little enchanted, if Diran was a loyal man to her partner... So, she will refrain from treating Syiren as a woman. And he will forget his status. Men and women... Maybe Diran will think of Syiren as his own sister...