My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
Realize Who I Am

While in the office, Excel was confused to contact Naja who did not answer his phone. Since an hour ago, he has continued to dial the number of Naja while continuing to work even though the focus must be divided. According to the Household Assistant she had deliberately brought from the Aerospace home, her house was locked and seemed empty. Even the locksmith Excel accidentally called in to duplicate the room key that Jen was hiding from, also re-selected after finding the house empty.

Excel's thoughts continued to roil, until he finally felt seething because of his prejudice for Naja's safety. Excel pulled his body from the chair with a rough, busy hand contacting the security of the housing complex where he lived, if anyone knew of Naja's departure. Down and down her back to her study, she could not hide her worries. "Hopefully he's okay" he muttered repeatedly.

“Sorry, Mr ... Miss Naja had met someone in front of the complex, but after that I did not know where Miss went ...,” Bright Security who sounded afraid and doubtful. He knew very well who was looking for him with consecutive questions. Even Excel to ask for a copy of the recording from the surveillance camera in the security post area so anxious, he was on guard if something bad happened to Naja.

Excel breathes rough, “where did the boy go?” excel murmuring. His mind was still muddled, but he had to meet Tristan immediately at this moment. I don't know what else he wants from this meeting. Excel was caught off guard, as his cooperation with Tristan seemed to be on the road, while other clients had started with new projects.

Without Rega, Excel today is pretty busy even though there is a helpful Rega assistant. Plus the loss of Naja, making Excel's head feel pulsating.

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Sam and Naja were waiting for the food order they had ordered earlier, they had a casual and intimate conversation. A seafood restaurant became Tristan's choice for their meeting this time.

“Sorry I was late ...,” the heavy voice of Excel rang out from behind Naja, making everyone turn their head towards him. For a moment, Excel's gaze ambushed Naja who was quite surprised to see Excel standing not far from him.

"Excel ..," said Naja with a smile that receded when she saw the glint of anger that flowed through the dark eyes of her husband. Suddenly she remembered that she could not leave the house, and she went here without asking permission from her husband. Even with Sam being petrified instantly, he was already very memorized with various Excel expressions that were mostly a form of anger.

“Not too late at all, Bro...we also not long ago arrived,” Tristan got up and welcomed Excel cheerfully. He just thought Excel always had a tense face when he saw the killing aura of his co-worker, so Tristan was relaxed. “Please sit, just now Naja have ordered your favorite menu.”

Tristan glanced at Naja and smiled back at Excel, although Excel had no intention of replying to him. Excel's eye beads were busy skinning Naja who occasionally returned Excel's gaze clumsily.

Naja lowered her gaze, her lips tightly clenched. Tristan was insensitive, grumbling Naja inwardly while inserting strands of hair behind the ears. He's really uncomfortable.

Excel takes a position next to Tristan who is directly opposite Naja. Researching Naja who looks fresher and different. Really Excel is not willing to turn away from just a second.

They fill the pause while waiting for the order to come with silence, even they eat in silence and quickly.

“What is the food not good, Na?” ask Tristan warmly. He had since noticed Naja who seemed to be not enjoying his lunch.

Just grabbing the glass filled with water and taking a sip, he was really nervous at the moment. Under Tristan's excessive attention in front of her husband and Excel's truly terrible gaze. “I dug my own grave when I came here,”

Naja's half-hearted smile was engraved at the corner of her lips. “Not really .. I think we should get our business done soon today. I still have other business.”

“Truely ...,” timpal Sam who also understands the situation is very uncomfortable at this time. He felt that there would be a storm that would hit him and Naja. The impact would be terrible, he thought.

“OK ...,” Tristan hand opens after long grasping at the side of that wide white plate. He tilted his seat facing Excel right next to him and cleared his throat, “I'm actually quite satisfied with Angelica as the model you're proposing as Micah's replacement, but ... Angel has not met the concept of “murni” in the theme that I stretcher this time.”

Silence surrounded the four of them at this moment. For Naja and Sam, they picked up a distress signal from Excel's increasingly tense facial features, though they didn't know what the reason for the model's incompatibility with the theme they were both discussing at the moment.

“So what do you want, Mister?” ask Excel while turning around with a threatening look. Tristan should now know the dangers of being scouted but, he is not at all daunted by Excel questions that are full of tremendous annoyance.

Tristan smile. “I found a model that fits my current brand theme, Mr.” Tristan's eyes were glaring at Naja who was still fixated on not understanding where Tristan was talking.

Excel followed where Tristan's view came from, but soon he looked back at Tristan. “I think this talk is pointless, Mr. Tristan.” Excel rises. “If you do not like Angel, it is better not to continue this cooperation. Please find another partner who I believe is better than us, who can satisfy your obsession!”

Excel grabs Naja's hand slightly pulling it, Excel's eyes say everything, so Naja gets up right away. Although she felt bad for Tristan, Naja still swung her steps after saying goodbye by lowering her head.

“You are so selfish, Sir!” tristan calls to stop Excel and Naja. “Even if she is your wife, but that does not mean you can limit her .. It is not fair for Naja if we do not ask her opinion directly."

“Then what?” cut Tristan fast, “You must remember, my judgment never misses. I am sure she will shine and be famous after becoming my brand model.”

Excel took her hand off from Naja's arm, she turned and approached Tristan, “Just she became my wife and shone in my hand, only I will enjoy her shine!” Excel emphasizes all of his words even though his voice is nothing more than a whisper.

Excel took a step back, away from Tristan but a sharp gaze full of warning had not left Tristan still glued in place until Excel grabbed Naja's shoulder and held him possessively.

**

Excel is not like him at the moment. He feels very angry to see Naja who seems different when he meets Tristan. Since he saw Naja earlier, he felt a sigh like never before. Increased many times. In fact, he drove his car at high speed, although Naja screamed in fear, he did not care at all.

“Lepasin Cel ... My hand hurts,” Naja almost cried for fear of seeing Excel so rudely pulling her into the house. The bad shadow of Excel's treatment on him adorned every side of his brain, leaving Naja gripped. He is still trying to thrash, but Excel checks even more strongly circular.

Naja's eye beads are fully rounded as Excel continues to pull her into the room. “Please Cel ... let me go, I-I can explain everything. I don't know if Mas Sam asked me to meet Tristan today. I really didn't mean to break your orders.”

Excel pushed open the door of his room, seemingly deaf to Naja's words. One hard pull and Naja's small body easily entered the room.

“Please Cel ... don't be like this to me.” Naja could no longer stem his fear of seeing Excel push him into bed. Both hands cupped in front of chest, “Cel .. please ... don't.” Pinta Naja grew louder, her head shaking strongly, scattering the tears that began to accumulate in the corners of her eyes.

“You know very clearly that Tristan is obsessed with pure and untarnished women. .. You also don't want me to touch because you want to go back to your lover, right?” Excel began to climb onto the bed with his knees as a pedestal, his hands busy undressing the clothes he was wearing. But the look of his eyes did not move one bit from Naja's body.

Sensing the danger, Naja inched back, he too often looked for a way to escape from Excel. He quickly pulled his foot off the bed, but Excel quickly grabbed Naja's hand and threw him back into the bed.

“I agree with you, and am willing to let you go someday. But seeing you today .. I changed my mind. I'm not gonna let you off for a second. Not even for your boyfriend. No wife is untarnished, right? That's what Tristan must understand,” Excel puts his leg in Naja's thigh. His hand grabbed Naja's wet chin, thrusting his head to the side of Naja's ear. “And Syailendra must also understand .. his lover has been married to another man, of course when he regains his woman, he has become a former.”

Naja's eye bead clenched tightly, Excel's words angering him by a split second, but he soon realized Excel's speech was correct. This is what should have happened. She is already a wife and she should have accepted her husband. Naja resigned, but he bent his body to the side. He really wasn't willing.

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Happy Eid al-Fitr to readers friends and authors kece MT/NT .. sorry inner birth yes ...🙏

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