Mohabbat
Plan

Elsewhere, a pair of men and women sat dumbstruck in a spacious room. Both of them are enjoying their vacation, vacation from office activities. In front of them, two empty bottles of drink, as well as cigarette butts scattered, spreading an unpleasant musty aroma.

Grunts and sighs become the voice among the silence that greets them. There are no words that are simple, they are asleep in the foam of nature hayal about the enjoyment of life that they will soon regurgitate.

"You're coming to that society?" asked the woman in a loud and lethargic voice.

Half conscious because of the influence of alcohol he downing, his body barely dressed, left just like that.

"Surely, I won't miss that chance. All the alliances supported me to occupy that seat. Since the switch of the company into the hands of others, since then the President's seat was left empty. I as the largest shareholder will not miss it all" the man said.

They are both drunk kepayang to not care about every inch of the body that is not closed. A bubbling laugh followed by a special hiccup sound.

They are none other than Bardy and the woman he cheated on. Enjoy time together without thinking about the sins and consequences they will receive.

The shadow of the President's chair had been plastered clearly before his eyes, the largest company that nurtured those small companies would be his in a moment. Plus the support of everyone who asked Bardy to be their chairman.

****

Yeworks Company's. Areta's car has just arrived in front of the towering tall building, wanting to see Daisha sitting in her big seat after driving Laila to school. Currently, the teenager lives with Areta and becomes her responsibility.

"Mrs!" reprimanded the old man who accompanied Daisha earlier as soon as Areta entered the President's room.

"You? Where is Daisha? Why just you and your son?" areta asked a puzzled look at every corner of the room.

The man sighed, how to explain it to Areta about Daisha not wanting to do her job. Judging from the old face, Areta immediately understood. He sighed, it was hard to tell his nephew how important the Presidency seat was.

"Yes, I understand" Areta said, slamming herself on the sofa.

He sneered at his suddenly throbbing temple, thinking of Daisha at his own will.

"Thank you, ma'am," said the man.

Areta raised her face, looking at the man who was still standing not far from the desk.

"How later? Is everything ready?" tanyakanya.

"Already, Mistress. I have everything ready."

Areta nods in satisfaction, but still feels anxious considering Daisha is not necessarily willing to follow her game.

"That's good, I hope the boy will come with me," he muttered with a long, heavy sigh.

They sat down to discuss the association that the alliance would hold to discuss the empty seat of the President. There's only one name to be nominated, and that's none other than Bardy.

"Anyway we have to unlock the secrets we've been keeping, ma'am. Miss Daisha must attend and introduce herself as the chairman of this company."

The same anxiety Areta was thinking about as well. He will seduce Daisha to come with him to the society.

"Huh ... that kid!"

****

On the way, Daisha repeatedly glanced at the circular clock in her hand. Hope the two humans in his house haven't woken up. In a hurry, Daisha almost hit a pedestrian who was about to cross. Luckily, he stepped on the brakes and the car stopped suddenly.

"Ughhh!"

Daisha complains while holding onto her throbbing stomach. He forgot that there was someone who was struggling to live in his womb.

"My stomach!" Daisha took a breath to reduce the pain. Do it over and over again until the pain goes away.

The sweat flooded his face, seeping up to his back. Moisturize the shirt he wears. Removing blazer to reduce tightness. The stomach is carried out so that the fetus in it becomes calm.

"I'm sorry, Son. I forgot," he mumbled.

"Thank God," he said with relief as he returned closed.

Daisha straightened up after the pain was gone, she sighed then ran her car slowly. Be careful and will always remember that there is life in her womb.

"You need to be strong, baby. Your father doesn't know it yet" Daisha muttered as she watched the street ahead.

The car crept slowly while on the road to his house. He turned off the engine, and came out carefully. Closing the door slowly, walking into the house while holding his stomach.

"Mrs!" the reprimanded assistant at her house looked anxiously at the grimacing Daisha.

Hurriedly Daisha placed from her index finger on the lips asking the assistant not to make a loud noise. Seeing his mistress who looked in pain, he quickly helped to walk towards the living room.

"They're not awake?" daisha asked after sitting on the sofa with a breath of fireworks.

"Yet, Madam. It looks like they are very sound, even the master's phone from earlier keeps ringing, but it doesn't wake the owner" the assistant said.

Daisha nodded, then said, "Bi, take me to the bathroom and get me a change of clothes. Search in the clothesline, it's okay," Daisha's words were immediately implemented by him.

The middle-aged woman stood in front of the bathroom waiting for Daisha to come out.

****

In the room, Dareen moaned as the sunlight hit her face. He felt the side of the body, feeling the presence of Daisha. The eyelids quickly opened and examined Daisha's place. Blank.

He moved while stretching out both hands, his mouth wide open when yawning long.

"Darling! Are you awake?" Call Dareen.

His voice sounded raucous typical of waking up, he glanced at the clock on the wall then clucked in annoyance. Free to go to the office, it was too late and Alfin must have been furious with him. That day a big meeting will be held, discussing the alliance meeting to make a choice.

Due to the incident last night, Dareen changed his mind to approve his father occupying the chair. Someone who has dared to hurt a woman, does not deserve the position of chairman.

"Darling!" call Dareen again because there is no word from Daisha.

"What's wrong? I'm in front!" Daisha's voice half-cried her husband's call.

Dareen went downstairs to meet him, smiling to see Daisha sitting with her assistant. He slammed himself next to Daisha, laying his head on his wife's shoulder spoiled. The middle-aged woman who was with them immediately moved because she did not want to disturb the two.

"Not to the office?" daisha asked after being left by the assistant.

Dareen shook her head and said, "No. I'm lazy, after all it's noon and Alfin must be very angry." Dareen confirmed his head was seeking comfort.

"What about mom?" daisha asked again.

"Mother?" Dareen seemed to forget that last night he came to bring the Goddess.

"You forgot? Didn't you come with me last night, brother?" daisha reminded.

Dareen raised his head for a while, but then slipped back into his arms.

"Maybe you're still sleeping, let it go. What are you cooking?" Pampered and while playing Daisha's hair he asked.

"Go take a shower, wake up and have breakfast" Daisha said.

Dareen moved, before leaving he looked at his wife while looking.

"You ... dress up?"

Daisha held her face, but Dareen chuckled as she turned and passed.

"I like it!" his exclaim cheerfully created a red pseudo on the woman's face.