My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
The Rich Man Who Dizzies

Naja exhaled, slamming his back on the back of the passenger seat next to Excel. Only those who are preparing to move house are forced to leave the activity of packing goods that are actually not too much. Yes, the call from Sam, requires him to come today, Tristan wants him. Trusting all on Sita and Jen—which since the breakup of the friendship coalition with Tanna— spent more time at home. Occasional work and more took care of his grandfather before he died.

The car drove off, leaving the Aerospace residence. Naja exhaled loudly many times, provoking Excel to draw his bead glancing at Naja.

Just folded his lips, “What's your sleep good?” naja's eye-tails steal a glance toward Excel, who has since embarked on a journey of rubbing the back of his neck repeatedly.

"And I said .. on the sofa it's not comfortable, make a pegel." added Naja.

Excel glanced at Naja for a moment before returning to focus forward, “I've slept bareback, so sleeping like that is common to me.”

Naja raised his eyebrows, “Your remarks are not very convincing ...,”

“You think I'm living a good life because now my papa has it all?” Excel puts his hand on the wheel after he feels his pedal is gone.

“Therefore, life is hard?” Naja turned his face toward Excel with one eye squeaking. He doubted the man's words.

Excel glanced at Naja with annoyance. “You think you're the only one suffering? You think all those people whose lives look extravagant didn't go through the hard process first?”

Naja advances her lower lip, “I never thought of it anyway.. Looking at you, Jen, and Tanna looks easy living life.” Naja shrugged his shoulders. “I think yes, you just enjoy and continue the efforts of your parents only.”

Excel snorting. “You think too much of yourself—"

“I'm not like that, yeah!” exclaiming Naja did not accept while advancing his body. Know what he knows about me?

Excel hissed as his ears felt buzzing. “Can't if you don't scream like that?” Excel ticks until Naja backs off.

“If you don't know anything better you shut up!” She folded her hands on her chest. The unfriendly view is still locked on the face side of Excel.

Naja returned Excel's gaze boldly, after the man heard Naja's words, Excel turned with a deep blasphemous gaze, “You are so, it's better to be quiet than to open your mouth and start talking!”

Naja grieved while throwing his face away, drowning his frustration at the increasingly crowded street scene. His mind continued to curse in the silence of the atmosphere. Even with Excel, he prefers the focus of driving rather than serving Naja. The silence paused until he arrived at Sam's fashion house.

Just justify the position of the bag hanging on the shoulder, “Later let me go home alone, no need to drive me home!”

Naja's hand stretched out to open the car door, but he paused when Excel didn't say. Naja turned his head, finding Excel looking straight ahead where two people who were fighting mouth not far from their current position.

"That's Mommy Micah and Mr. Tristan .. they quarreled again." - Naja. He narrowed his eyes even as his head leaned forward, making sure he did not see wrong.

Just turning toward Excel and seeing clearly, Excel's knuckle stiffened tightly to the steering wheel. Curiosity prompted Naja to open a little glass that blocked the sound from getting into the car.

“You can't just throw me away, Tan ... after what happened between us and you can't dump me until the truth is proven!” Micah tightly held Tristan's hand which he had been pulling away from him ever since.

“Tan .. You know why I did all that, right? I had to, Tan .. I was really forced to do that. I just love you!” Micah's breaking at Tristan's feet. His hands clenched Tristan's legs tightly until the slippery material pants looked tangled. Decay the pride of a Micah before Tristan.

Tristan rubbed his face up to his hair, without damaging his tattoos. “Stop whining and saying the same thing over and over again. You know, my ears are tired of hearing that. I've thought we were over since you refused to be my model back then, and in retrospect, with Star alone you refused. Isn't that too weird? Is there something you want to say now?”

Micah was still unmoved from his position, he was still shedding tears. A moment of silence paused, but Tristan seemed to be caught off guard by this situation. “Wake up .. and get away from me. Look for another guy who is tempted by your fake face!” tristan's lips curled upwards, then pulled his feet from Micah's arms which seemed to have begun to loosen.

Slowly Micah stood up, “You will regret doing this to me, Tan ... You will regret it!” Micah turned around, he wiped his tears violently so as to make the makeup that was swept across his face messy. Tristan paused for a moment to give Micah a sardonic glance before he continued his steps into the still-deserted fashion house.

Naja gasped as Excel got off the car. Without saying much, Naja also went down and tailed a little away from Excel.

“Just don't want to be a model only they break up and make a fuss? Hem ... the world of rich men is dizzying.” Naja muttered as he continued walking.

Excel stopped leaving a great distance from Micah's place. Excel hid both of his palms in his pockets, the man's gaze so unreadable, but now he knew why Micah had left him.

"Excel ...," said Micah. The lash-framed eyelash bead is fully rounded. He gasped, and hastened to wipe away any traces of tears still left behind. "I'm .. I have a need here."

Excel's lips pulled upwards, "I didn't ask ...," Excel said coldly. Excel's hand stretched out backwards grabbed the middle of Naja's arm, pulling him past Micah just like that.

I swear by anything, Naja doesn't want to be here right now. Since hearing Micah call the name Excel, since then the girl's mind was like being doused in the light of Thomas Alfa Edison, he suddenly understood who Micah he had been talking about with Excel.

Naja momentarily looked at Micah who raised his face while rubbing his wet cheeks. Naja wants to stop and say hi to Micah, but Excel links his fingers between his fingers, grasping them warm.

Naja drew his gaze from Micah, encountering Excel who seemed not to want Naja to linger here. Having no choice, Naja again faced Micah with dimming eyes, begging Micah to understand the situation.

Micah looked at the two people who looked so friendly. Excel had never even forced Micah to comply. Micah always flew freely wherever he wanted, and Excel spread the net beneath him, keeping watch for him to fall. He has hardened his heart so that he is no longer tempted to have Excel back. But the fact that he loves the man too much makes him feel a deep pain when Excel has replaced him. And that woman Naja, that woman who looked weak and innocent.

Micah moaned cynically, "I'll skin you, Female Fox!"

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Thank you for always waiting for me ...😍🥰