Mohabbat
Decisions

"Disconnect with these companies!"

Daisha's loud voice jolted everyone in the hall. He gave a map to an elderly man who served as chairman at Yeworks Company. Company data that Daisha says is not worth collaborating with.

"Miss!"

"Miss Daisha .. but why?"

"True, why did you suddenly cut ties with us?"

"What about our shares in this company?"

One by one they spoke up, except for those who had known Daisha before. They all bowed, accepting the new leader's decision.

Only one person continued to stare towards the woman. He's Dareen, who no longer cares about his family's company. The only one he was thinking about right now, was Daisha. His eyes, heart, and mind were filled with his wife.

Daisha smiled at everyone, her eyes paused on both Dareen beads. Her husband's look was hard to describe. Daisha quietly gulped, thinking how to explain this to her husband.

"I don't need to answer, each of you can answer it yourself. Your cooperation contract does not apply in front of me. Self-introspection is important, this company needs colleagues who are not just business partners. Enough's enough! I think you can find the answer yourself," Daisha said firmly.

Everyone complains, starts thinking about finding answers. Some felt anxious, some thought about what mistake had been made.

"Uncle, if necessary, buy their shares. I don't want the names listed there to be involved in my company" Daisha said as she stood up from the chair and left the room with Areta.

She glanced at her husband, a gaze that implied confusion. Then, his eyes turned to someone. Staring at the man with a strong nyalang and murderous lust.

If there's a chance to face you, I won't let you go again!

Daisha threatens in the heart. He turned and kept out of the room. Areta took him to the President's office, knowing that her nephew needed to calm himself.

Daisha slammed herself on the sofa, letting out a short sigh reducing the tightness that spread in her chest. He had to hold his breath in the room.

"Huh, shit! My chest is so tight. I'm nervous, Auntie," he said, holding onto his swollen chest.

Areta smiled proudly at him while praising, "You are amazing. Aunt is proud of you. You deserve that seat, that seat left by your father that was left to the chairman for you to sit on."

"Auntie will leave you alone, you need time to calm down" Areta said as she turned and left the President's room.

Daisha dropped her head on the back of the sofa, closing her tired eyes. Not physically tired, but mentally tired because he is not really ready to dabble in the business world.

An agitated Dareen follows Daisha out, but she has no idea where she is going. Dareen continued to walk without direction until he met Areta. Alejandro's late wife understood how he was feeling right now. He will let them both talk.

"Auntie! Daisha ...." Dareen was unable to continue with the words. His tongue was muddled, his gaze implying confusion.

"He was in the President's room calming down. Ask gently the reason, do not make it more stressful," said Areta while leaving Dareen who immediately continued the step towards the room that meant Aunt Daisha.

With an uncertain feeling, Dareen steps up to meet his wife. He stood with a troubled heart at the door. The doors are contested by the owners of the stock including himself.

He took a deep breath, breathing slowly. Though only going to meet the wife, but it feels like going to meet the number one person in the country.

"Auntie, are you back?" ask Daisha without opening her eyes.

He frowned when the aroma that touched his nose was different from the scent of Areta. A familiar scent, which he breathed at all times. It was intoxicating, making her feel like wanting again and again.

Daisha opened her eyes, and found Dareen standing before her.

"Sister!"

Their views met, long enough because the man was just unmoved without taking his eyes off the figure of the wife.

"I can explain everything" Daisha said with an uncertain feeling.

She stared nervously at her husband, and there was a sense of unease and uneasiness from his warm radiance. Especially when Dareen does nothing and just sculpt in front.

"I don't mean to hide my true identity about me. I really didn't mean to, after all I've handed this seat to uncle, but everyone loyal to my father wants me to sit on it. Don't stare at me like that, you scare me," Daisha said, ending her neck that moved because she gulped even hard.

Dareen was still unmoved, it was really unexpected that Daisha was still acting the same towards him. He thought his wife would change because she had a higher honor than him. He thought Daisha would turn around and find a match for him.

"You still recognize me?" ask Dareen ambiguously.

Daisha was stunned to hear the question from her husband. He turned away refusing to answer. Silly question.

"Say, do you still recognize me?" dareen asked again.

He bent down and gently gripped Daisha's chin. Facing that face at him, staring at the bead that always made him drunk sharply.

Daisha shook her head, staring back at Dareen no less sharply. Their lips meet. Dareen attacked him a little wildly. Daisha lets her husband, retaliates and follows Dareen's game.

A few moments they clenched each other, spilling a turbulent taste in the heart. Slowly Dareen sloshed Daisha's body on the sofa without removing the link of their lips. No matter what his current feelings were, Dareen himself did not understand.

The man took off the pagutan, the two hunted each other for air greedily. Their eyes collided, full of desire and a seething turmoil.

"You still know your own husband? Say, Daisha. Do you still recognize me as a husband?" press Dareen demanding.

Daisha placed her hands on her husband's cheeks, gently touching those lips with her thumbs, her gaze spinning through every detail of that face.

"of course. Do you think any of this could make my love less for you? You think I'll forget who I am, brother? Nah! I'm still me. In front of you I am a wife. You're my husband, none of this can change your status as the owner of this self. You're satisfied!" lang Daisha is firm and emphasis.

Dareen smiled with satisfaction, what a sweet lips of his wife.

"Your lips are very poisonous, but they are sweet and I like them" she said softly in Daisha's ear.

"I found my parents' killer" Daisha said, jolting Dareen.

"Who?"

"You'll know later."