My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
A Flavor

Say goodbye to your job as an assistant. Now Naja is facing the magnificent building where he works. Start a new life that I don't know. Naja still fumbling. Hope the bright light comes, so know which path is full of holes.

“Don't be stared at, later love loh,”

Naja turned, “Mbak Micah ..”

Micah aligns himself with Naja. “May you only love the building, not the same one you have ...,”

“Mbak Micah this can be funny too apparently?” Naja laughed softly. Perfect, from the tip of the foot to the tip of the hair. “maybe his mother mbak Micah used to be cool times yes, can have a rich child doll gini, perfect and charming,” Inner Naja.

“Laughing yourself is also important, Na. In this day and age, life must be a lot of self-disgraces to remain,” Micah pushed Naja's back. Forcing Naja to step with him.

“That's me Ma'am, if any Ma'am Micah needs to be laughed at. It's perfect like this too.”

“My life, Na. My life is like a humour. And I have to thicken my face if I still want to live happily.” Micah smiled as Naja stopped merely digesting Micah's words.

“I'm just practicing dialogue for my role in a movie .. don't take heart,” continued Micah when Naja didn't even move from where she stood.

Naja breathed a sigh of relief, “Mbak Micah made me hang only .. Mbak Micah's life is well established. Much grateful Ma'am, look at me, far below Mommy Micah.”

Micah smiled knot. “Work yuk ... later diomelin Ibram,” Micah walked ahead of Naja and they separated in front of the elevator. “Na ...,”

“Naja turn around, “Ya Mbak ...,” sahut Naja lightly.

“Don't fall in love with the owner of this office yes, because I don't want my friend to like what I have ...,” Micah held a smile before his body was swallowed by the elevator door.

Just stunned for a while, “People whose owners have never met, how can you fall in love anyway? Weird Mommy Micah this.” Naja shook his head. Then continue his footsteps into the locker room like Ibram's notification via an overnight message.

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Meanwhile, Excel who has arrived at the office even feels lazy today. His mind is so fucked. Just because of her little scene with Naja, her quiet world had collapsed. The woman on the bangs made her sleep no longer sound. Excel moves in his sitting, looking for a comfortable position to hang his mind on Naja.

“Cel ... denger no I said?” Rega has since explained some things related to shooting Tristan jewelry ads. Since there are some things that must be changed, now they have to discuss the initial plan. Plus Tristan still hasn't decided on the female model.

“In my opinion, the most appropriate Angel. Convince Tristan of it.” Legit Excel lazy. The man was not as usual, although Excel was usually irritable and sour-faced.

“If there are other options, he wants to try. Bored Angel continues to appear in the catalog, he said.”

“Since when was Tristan so picky and chatty like this?”

“Since ...?” some time Rega froze, “quiet, I can convince him to use Angel.” Rega hurriedly read his words.

“Uh, don't let Excel know what really happened that time.” Inner Rega.

“Such a sequence likes to be complicated,” Excel grumbles that directly reach for other files to check. “just disturb,” he continued in the heart. Placing again the index finger bent between the cleavage of his lips. Jerking at the paper in his hand as if the paper was not in the correct position at the moment.

Rega was so astonished to make, especially the face of Excel is getting sour at this time. “You are why really? How strange is your behavior?” Rega, who was sitting opposite Excel, looked at him in astonishment. Today the acidity level of this man rose by several degrees.

“You're the weird one, usually anything is in order, why now so much protest?” once again Excel threw him a look of annoyance.

“PMS yes?” Rega slapped his back on the back of the sofa. He won't give up until Excel recognizes what's going on with him. “Atau .. again like a girl and she doesn't care about you?”

Excel chose to give up reading the paper worth that money. Scraped the paper roughly on the table. His breathing was wasted violently, and leaned his body forward. Piling a hand link under his chin, Excel stared at his friend who was back on standby.

“Although he messed with your mind, is that also arguably a taste of like?”

“Ya .. It all started with a mess. You think about it all the time.”

“You ever liked it like that?”

“You forgot? How was I screwed when Crystal rejected me? And until now I hate and still love her?”

“Ck, that woman again ... still you kept that horrible first love of yours.” Excel flips without shading.

“You think you're not? You're the same, still keeping that awful first love of yours.” Reply Rega no less blunt.

“Ck ...,” feels cornered Excel back backwards. Rega even has a weapon that is deadly enough to attack him back. “you will also complicate the state of Ga, could you guys break through the boundary that you set yourself?”

Rega took a rough breath, “Iya, and will make my Mama tormented every look at Crystal's face. You think it's easy to be my nyokap?”

“Mama was also in a difficult position, but she sincerely sorry Papa who has hurt her?”

“Om Rian does not make anyone lose their life .. lose the most meaningful person in their life.”

Both mute. Is correct. Even if it hurts, Rian does not lose the lives of people who mean it in Excel life. Unlike Mama Rega who had to lose Reno–suami– because of Viona, her mother Kristal. Excel has no right to judge anyone, everyone has their own time to make peace with the certainty of his life.

Although Viona has repeatedly apologized and prostrated at Giza's feet, but the woman is still determined to still hate Viona and Crystal. Although Giza's attitude, also incised a wound in the heart of the son only wayangnya. Excel sighed deeply, so complicated was the world just for the sake of a taste.

Isn't he like that now?

“So who's the girl?” Rega is not a person who easily forget even though he himself is tattered camping with his feelings. The grief on Rega's face disappeared instantly. Somehow he pulled over the wound that had just adorned the look on his face.

"Nobody ... doesn't matter either ...," murmured Excel.

"What's not important tomorrow will be your priority, Cel, remember that!" exclaim Rega who is upset because of Excel's closed attitude. Snapping a few files that had to be completed today, Rega stepped out of the Excel room with a bent face. Let Excel tick his words.

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Sorry my son is sick again, so two days can't be up🙏