My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
Starting a New Life

“Ga .. What Excel and Naja are married?” Micah hunts for Rega, whom he has been searching for since his eyes saw Excel holding Naja. He was so anxious waiting for Rega to turn around to answer him, as if impatient, that it felt like Micah was coming to Rega and grabbing the man's shoulder to look at him immediately.

Don't-don't .. they already .. ah, he doesn't want to think about things that make him more at the bottom level.

Rega who was giving instructions to his men, exhaled heavily. “Iya .. shouldn't you know long ago?”

Micah is undeniable, Rega's speech implies a very obvious dislike.

“How can they know each other?” Micah swallows disappointed, he belatedly tells Excel about his suspicions.

“Jeen used to work with Jen, they have known each other for a long time .. You just disappeared for too long to not know Excel has moved on from you ... you also need to find a replacement there ... don't disturb them!”

Micah blew away his heavy breath. Leaning his body on the glass of the apartment, which faces directly on the night atmosphere of the city is so fierce. The hustle and bustle of the city was in stark contrast to his lonely mood.

Rega's words last afternoon were so fixed in his mind. He was so embarrassed to accuse Naja of not being in front of Excel. Of course Excel laughed inwardly at his accusation. Which husband does not know his wife. Especially seeing Excel's attitude that is so over-attentive to women that he considers his own.

“Stupid me ...,” sigh Micah while shedding his tense body. Slowly he carried his hand rubbing his stomach which began to bulge. Stupid as he was hoping, Excel sympathized with him and thought of reaching for him.

Micah smiled obliquely, “Excel is not an easy person to sympathize with, even though I tried desperately to make him turn to me. Stupidly I'm still hoping for him.”

He turned his body, and walked towards the bed. He stretched out his now-weary body, staring at the ceiling. She was the dumbest woman in the world, when she was lulled by Mateo's words. The man was so good at playing with his feelings. Greeting the love he never got from any man in the world. Even from his own father, he was never treated well.

Micah remembered very well when he was frustrated and tired because Rudi constantly threw it at every man who paid him dearly, after Tristan did not succeed he conquered. Until Mateo, who was sincerely reaching out to Micah, treated Micah well. Full of attention and affection. Eventually, Micah is swept away by Mateo's alligator seduction, though he knows Mateo and Tristan are father and son.

Micah's eyes were closed, he was truly sorry now. Tristan hates her, and Mateo has been avoiding her since she found out she was pregnant. The property of his parents' legacy that is not how much it ludes to pay the debt they left behind, and now he has no one to just lean and pour out grievances.

Micah's breath was so heavy that he grew increasingly his eyes were suddenly hot. Alone, he has never alone faced the world, his world full of falsehoods.

The knock on the door made him return to the real world. Throw down all that stifles and holds it deep. He decided to end it all, he wanted to be a new person, a better person.

“Ya .. wait a minute,” her mouth on the re-sounding beats. Micah walked over while tying his long hair, grabbing a sweater to dress up his skimpy clothes.

“Tanna ...,” greet Micah to the beautiful woman who is smiling widely at the door. “.... usually also directly in, why use tapping everything?”

“I'm afraid you have a guest ..” he replied as he stepped in.

Micah frowned. A guest? Doesn't he know I've always been alone during my stay here?

“Who do you mean, Tan?” curiosity thrashed to escape, born already, Micah followed Tanna who stepped first in front of him. He looked behind the woman's body, waiting for her answer.

Tanna turned around as she was about to sit on a sofa, she tilted her head and smiled, “I think Tristan came here after Naja refused. And I'm sorry, Kha .. because I didn't know they were married, I shouldn't have hurt you by seeing this all.”

“Me and Tristan are not involved in such a beautiful relationship, Tan .. we just use each other. There is no love between us..,” Micah sits his body in front of Tanna. Trying to cover the bitterness of Excel by telling the truth of his relationship with Tristan that is not good.

Tanna shifted her seat closer to Micah, grabbed the woman's hand and looked at her with comfort, “I know you and Excel still love each other and I'm sure, even though Naja and Excel are married, I know you and Excel are still in love, it was just a charade. As far as I know, Naja used Excel to mask the true feeling of Excel.”

“But I no longer wish for him, Tan .. I was just a pile of dirt in his eyes,” Micah smiled, covering the bitter that began to reign in him. The fact that it hurts more and more when he says to himself how despicable he is in the eyes of people.

“Oh yes ... I will move from here as soon as possible, Tan ... I want to live my life like everyone else after this," he broke up after thinking some jokes.

***

The sun seemed confident showing his charm, he aggressively ran to infiltrate the crevices of curtains and curtains that frame the glass. Putting his warm light and glare in the eyes of a woman who was still slumbering. It did not stop until the woman's eyes blinked and slowly opened.

“For Na ... did you sleep well last night?” the cold voice sounded funny as he tried to make it warmer. It sounded strange until Naja laughed even though his eyes had not been fully opened.

“Did you dream of something funny?” sisih while walking closer to the bed. “what are your legs?”

“Not really .. I just feel funny with your voice that there is no warm-warm it .. and my feet are already very good because I do not use it at all to walk.”

Yes, wherever Naja goes, Excel is his leg.

Excel frowned as he pulled away the blanket wrapped around Naja's body, “Try moving your feet ..!”

Slowly Naja wiggled his legs around, “already no papa ..”

Excel exhales, “Jesus Na .. I mean try to dipake make way ... not like that.”

“Oh ...,” Naja rounded his lips and immediately went down. He tried to walk a few steps ....

“It's not sick, kok .. I think I can walk as usual,” Naja stare down to follow where his feet are walking. Occasionally he puts the strands of his hair dangling on the side of his face behind his ears. He is like a child who is happy with his first steps.

“Good then ...,” Excel smiled and approached Naja. “I can work quietly, below there is a teteh Esih, who will accompany you today. Be careful of the way, do not do much behavior ..” Excel messages at length. He rubbed Naja's nodding head and thinned lips.

“I leave first ...,” Excel advances his face and kisses his wife's forehead. Long and deep.

If he didn't have much work today, he wouldn't want to move on from his wife's side. Slightly sorry also told Naja to show that her legs were already fine. But he is also not sure he can be calm at work if his mind continues to be at home with Naja. Worrying about the woman, like the days before when they were still fighting each other's egos.

“Be careful on the road, Cel ...,” reply Naja a little awkward. This was her first moment since becoming Excel's wife, taking off her husband properly and properly.

“You have no intention of preventing me from leaving for work?”

“Ha ..?” Anybody who still avoids Excel's gaze is confused by the question.

“You don't want to linger together with me?”

“I don't think so..,” Naja shook her head. Why would I do that? Her thought.

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