My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
Miss Angel

Groaning in frustration, Tristan pounded the frozen wall with the tip of his limited edition shoe. Hope and despair are just as great when weighed. However, this man was always chaotic when under pressure. Since childhood, he was never able to escape the shadow of Vania, the younger brother. Until it requires him to look perfect and always one step ahead of Vania who is smart and always brilliant.

Shiny hair that is always neatly combed towards the back, he intersected with both fingers. Regrets that had never been as much and as big as this piled up, it felt to fill his airway. His breathing crackled through the silence of this terrifying long passageway. Hissing until his teeth clashed together, he gripped his hair until his vision felt bright again.

Tristan's long hand reached into his pocket, looking for a sophisticated object that always accompanied Tristan's silence. Scrolling through the lighted screen for a moment, he placed the flat object on the side of the ear.

“This time it's my Pap! Don't let you lose a single detail of information about him for the past year. One hour I don't think it's a minute!” his orders when his phone call was in agreement.

The two men's eyes sharpened while disconnecting the phone without seeing it at all. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, restoring the mood and confidence that had been broken into small pieces. Until he felt himself recovering, Tristan threw his breath slowly while opening his eyes. A terrible-impressed smile appeared on one corner of his lips.

“In the meantime, Tristan ... You'll hold everything," he murmured.

He stepped out of the hallway, but a moment later he turned his way back to the front of the room with the VIP label on the door. Then he pointed his phone in front of his face, sending a message to Maureen.

“Make sure my order comes in time, I will welcome it at the main door.”

Once again, Tristan exhaled again, giving a cheerful expression as usual before pushing the door open.

The occupants in the room who were looking in the mirror while removing the earrings turned their heads, then stood up in a hurry, without leaving the elegance that made Tristan even more fond of the woman.

“Bolek memani? Looks like you're a little freaked out in this room alone ...,” bargain Tristan is filled with confidence. It may have been owned, but it doesn't matter ‘kan, he's a little not concerned about it? Love is blind, now he understands, the ancients would not have made that term if there had never been a similar incident with him.

“The only thing I'm afraid of here is the truth behind the always friendly smile..,” Naja smiled, the lady's eyelids winked slowly. “... you don't need to bother, Mr. .. nothing scares me, even when I've got here.” Naja tilted his head slightly, leaving a smile that seemed sweet.

“You know?” Tristan stepped with his index finger bent in front of his nose, rubbing it slowly. A Tristan has never been cornered even by a woman. He always finds a way, but with him ...? Tristan always even dies a flea.

“Both your husband and your husband's extended family, do not take their business affairs seriously. You can still be with your husband, in his arms without worrying about anything, ‘kan?”

Naja laughed without a sound, he threw his face with his hands crossed on his chest. “Content Mr. .. I just feel like I'm being dragged into this business. I feel like it's just something trivial actually, but it's exaggerated, but it doesn't matter, from here I learned a lot of things. Being a good person is very difficult.”

He let out a gesture of wagging the hair that seemed to dangle on the side of his face, before continuing his words.

“Oh yes ... after all this ..” Naja puts his index finger on a small object in this room. “... I want all back .. nor-mal.”

Tristan raised his eyebrows. “wait until you finish your main task today, Miss .. I don't think it's time you understood.” Tristan's lips thumped as Naja frowned. He laughed wickedly inwardly, Naja did not seem to understand his true purpose yet.

“Don't think too hard, you know ..” Tristan is one step closer in front of Naja, making that woman raise her face to meet Tristan. “you are so beautiful when your brain works harder. Here, it feels already can not stand.” Tristan patted his chest that was stirring up passion. The woman is more voluptuous when she's hard to get. Not the one dragging his body, opening both his legs, and biting his lips easily and willingly in front of the man.

Naja just smiled at a glance and sniffed his neck indifferently. “I got you.” The conclusion has been conical. In passing, he set aside the tip of his forehead with the tip of his index finger. Leaving Tristan

***

“Nona ... You are more like a bride than a model,” chirps the woman who is dressing up Naja's appearance. In the dressing room, with a high mirror with LED lights, Naja was paying attention to her who did look like a bride. Her hair on the bun on the back of her head just add the veil. Naja smiled at the thought of her flanking her husband's arms, walking with laughter adorning her lips. Maybe one day he can make that happen, even if somehow. He hopes soon.

“I'm married.” A smile shrunk from the woman's lips as she remembered her purpose here. He doesn't even know if he can walk straight out of here. Anxious, but he still has confidence that he is able to defeat Tristan.

“Oh what a pity ..” said the woman was sad. “... whereas I had thought that Mr. Tristan put his heart on you, Miss, even he had to spend an incredible amount of money for this show. Usually ‘kan, he only wears Angel and only ordinary photos, and Angel has never even been exposed to his face, only highlighting the highlights of the jewelry on display. Pity him, yes ... it seems he expected a lot from his patience during this time ...,” babbles the woman almost without pause.

Naja smiled, “I don't understand the direction of your conversation,” they pitted each other's eyes through the reflection of the mirror.

The woman lowered her shoulders accompanied by a puff of tired breath. In his heart Naja laughed because maybe the woman was upset his long speech could not be captured well by his interlocutor.

“Nona, that Angel has long taken a heart for Mr. Tristan, but it seems that Mr. Tristan does not care about it, instead he chose Micah. Angel was willing to endure her heartache all this time for Tristan's sake. Ah ...,” the woman suddenly shut her mouth, “... Miss, forget what I said just now,” she looked at Naja with a sad look. Feel very sorry.

“Nona ...,” whining woman who seems to be in her thirties, this time she switches in front of Naja, holding Naja's hand while kneeling. Look at Naja full of requests.

Naja puffed up as the woman bumped into him until his body staggered backwards.

“Thank you, Miss Angel ... I've been sassy to open my mouth when I depend on my work.” His issue on Naja's open boat.

“Ayo ... help get out of here .. if it continues like this even invites suspicion of others later.”

The two women exchanged smiles after divorcing her embrace. Rubbing each other's shoulders, they came out from behind the curtain framing the two.

***

Thirty minutes until Naja's turn to show off with a glittering object hanging around his neck. The backstage atmosphere was very boisterous and busy, only Naja was sitting quietly. Until a loud voice approached his ears.

“What did you give Tristan so that only you were in his eyes?” Angel stood arrogantly in front of Naja. Staring at Naja carefully and a little annoyed.

Naja who was currently stricken with stage fright, slowly looked at the person who was talking in front of him. “What do you mean, Miss?”

“You know, I've been withholding pain for years for Tristan. I've done a lot for him, but he never sees me at a glance .. If it's Micah, I can still understand because he does have everything, but you?” Angel looked at Naja from top to bottom. Just a normal woman, Angel thought. And it came out of Angel's eyes. Although it also shows that Angel feels excluded.

“I don't think it's any of my business, Miss ..” said Naja as Angel looked impatient at her remarks. “... about how Tristan behaves towards you, and what you have given him, I don't think I need to know."

“Stimulated Tristan, made you act arrogant, huh? I think you need to be taught a lesson!” Angel's hands that were originally crossed on the chest, collapsed and waved at a glance.

Immediately, some people who had out of nowhere had originally pelted Naja with eggs.

Without being able to dodge, Naja accepted by resigned throwing eggs that rained down on the front of his body. Surprised indeed, but Naja tried to be tough. Right now, it was better not to show his weak side, nor the other side of his heart that was ready to gush Angel with a lump of anger.

Some people are starting to get interested in the dossier behind their hands. Of course here, Naja is the most guilty. Yeah ... must be because of who they are for Angel. Who is Angel and who is Naja ....

Naja sighed resignedly, he chose to leave after staring at them one by one, recording. All of this is certainly beyond the calculation of Naja, I don't know.

"Oh My God ...."

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