My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
He thinks it's weird

Excel entered his study with a feeling of annoyance, annoyance and anger. Rega who followed him looked exhausted, so he immediately downed the mineral water available in the small refrigerator in the corner of the room.

Excel since the age of 25 years has begun to be given the responsibility of taking care of Star Media, continuing the delayed mission from papa. Although by becoming the leader of this company, he must be willing to change the flow of life that has been planned since entering high school. Doctor, or scientist is his dream since childhood. He was unable to refuse Papa's request, Papa who has given him all the convenience. Love and love for her, Mom, and her sisters.

"Still refuse if I say you love Micah?" Rega carried his mineral water bottle towards the L-shaped sofa in the middle of the room. Rega glanced at the man who was so firm on his stance.

Excel was still reluctant to speak, he chose to close his eyes, with his head leaning on the seat of his greatness, peering into the recesses of his heart. Is she afraid of love?

Micah, the only woman who became his friend. The only lucky woman to get a chance to accompany Excel. As his future wife.

Is it because of love? Not necessarily. He just didn't want to make his parents worry, after all Micah had known him since college, as well as the daughter of one of Harris Dirgantara's co-workers. Better than having to find a woman out there who has to go through a long process of introduction. Excel doesn't want to waste its time on things like that.

Micah says that she is very happy Excel accepted her, as a potential fiancee. For two years they were in a relationship, during which time Excel tried to behave like a partner. Honestly, Excel is happy. However, one step further towards the engagement, Micah chose to leave, leaving Excel with no strings attached.

Given this, Excel suddenly boils down, not accepting Micah's treatment of him. "I'm upset that he left without saying goodbye to me! At least we should end in a better way!"

"OK fix, you love Micah! You just deny it. If you hate, you can look for it, take revenge, not wait for it like this!" Rega gave an assessment of the heart of his best friend. The most reluctant confess his feelings to Micah.

Excel sighed, then straightened his body, "Back to work, Ga! You want to eat blind pay?"

"From now on, the entong if cornered, runs to work! You have to be honest with your feelings, it's more relieving than pretending and hiding in the shadows of resentment and hatred." Firmly Rega while rising up to leave the Excel room.

Excel scooped his face until he scrambled his neatly combed hair. Her hair waves made her different from other men who tended to be straight-haired. Handsome and authoritative, although his body is not sturdy, but slim and tall.

The beautiful Netra stared at the glass window which revealed the outside view of the building. No one entered his vision, just staring. Describe one by one his feelings that are difficult to separate.

"This is why I hate being mired in a trap called love! Misleading and painful!" He murmured in his heart.

A sigh of frustration was so familiar it sounded, Excel turned his gaze around his study. Micah's shadow was even fixed among the empty of this room. Two years together, it still feels so real to him. One year of separation can not eliminate all the beautiful memories of the beauty of the woman's face.

And who are those who dare to displace the beautiful memory of Micah so pervasive in the hearts and minds of Excel? Slowly the smile that soars high at both corners of Excel's lips decays. Replacing the increasingly concentrated grim.

"A stupid, spoiled, ignorant girl wants to replace Micah! My perfect mikhaku!" This time can not be excised even just muttering.

As if an indiscretion was scratching his heart. Micah is two sides that make him happy and disappointed, likes and wounds, love and hate also longs and grudges.

Instantly this man's mood was shattered into pieces. Messed up. Until now he could not even forget two sides of his feelings, even he had to fight with his sister who was so dear to him. Just for the sake of a strange feeling towards Micah.

"Meeting almost started Cel, still want to daydream?" Rega stretched out his head, reminding Excel of his meeting which had been delayed for almost an hour.

Arguably, Excel grabs his tablet and moves to the meeting room. Following Rega, Excel began to read again the important points of the meeting this time.

"Tumben did he bring his own model?" Excel chirps when the client's request is out of the habit of Star service users. Star is a big advertising company, just point out which stars are in accordance with the concept of advertising, and, the client must be satisfied and the results are amazing. Products skyrocket and sell hard. The final goal is achieved.

"His own love he said! She also wanted the location of her ad making in her own home!" Rega is now aligned with Excel.

Rega began to be busy looking for a male actor that suits his client's products. While following Excel.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Tristan!" Greet Excel from the end of the room. With a step from his slender legs, Excel walked firmly toward Tristan.

"It's still noon, sir!" Tristan stood up to greet Excel's helping hand and shook it tightly.

"Ah yeah, you're right, I haven't even finished lunch for long!" Excel covers up the error. Too long wading through the past makes Excel forget, just slipped past the number one clock.

With a hand gesture, Excel invited Tristan to sit down again. "Is my will too heavy, that you need time to rethink?"

"Ah, is it not, sir!" Once again Excel is made wrong by himself hearing the authoritative man's speech in front of him. "It just so happened that my sister took me out to lunch, and it's a long way from here! So, yes," Excel's hands and head move in unison as if saying "yes and there" or "you know yourself".

"Sister or lover?" Tristan probed, until his head tilted to the right.

"I'm single forever, sir! Other than Mama and my two sisters, only ART is close to me!" Answer Excel ogre. So that makes Tristan laugh.

"I see, you don't have time to think about women! After all, you just point one out of thousands, and you will get the best of course!" Excel confirmed Tristan's speech with fingers forming a pistol.

Bang.

Even if all of that is not true. And Excel grumbles at heart, because it must agree with a speech that does not reflect itself at all. He doesn't like it, actually, but it's all for Star's sake.

"All right, let's get started! Faster, better, right?" Excel started turning on its tablet, and began discussing the concept of the requested ad.

Tristan is the owner of a very famous jewelry brand. Almost every month, she makes an ad for her latest product. Arguably, Tristan was his subscription, but just this time, he wanted to wait for Excel. Definitely for the sake of her lover, Excel sneers in the heart.

Something he thought was strange.

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