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My husband Seleb Hits
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Rayyan had just finished a meeting with the employees in her office. And the problem has just begun, really some of his companies will collapse. Several times Rayyan rubbed her face violently.


"How could this happen,?" he muttered while knocking on the table in his room. Rayyan paced in her room, thinking about how her employees were going to continue there.


"Fine sir Rayyan clarified about the problem yesterday sir," suggested one of his employees who was still in his room. "Because in my opinion, this is one of the effects of yesterday's case" he added, it took additional courage to be able to say this in front of Rayyan.


"What if my wedding plans I'm telling you too, then,?" Rayyan is gambling.


"Sorry sir,"


"How,?" Rayyan tried to dig out an answer.


"If in my opinion, do not wait for this problem to subside, sorry if I am presumptuous, but this is in my view, sir," said the man, looking down after giving his view.


Rayyan stood up leaving her chair, then she stood by the glass window, looking at the car and passing by from inside her room.


Rayyan looked angry.


"Ok you can get out,"


"All right, sir," the employee replied and exited Rayyan's room.


Rayyan walked over to her desk, looking for a cell phone and was about to make a call to Hanna.


        ***


"You're seriously moving to Han's corporate branch,?" asked Rara in disbelief. Hanna nodded.


"But why?" Rara looked at Hanna who was sitting in the pantry while stirring coffee, but her eyes were not excited. The mumpung pantry is quiet again, so they use this room to just tell stories.


"You don't run away anymore, do you,?" Rara tried to guess, her gaze was investigating Hanna's gestures. The one being asked is silent.


Hanna did want to run away from Rayyan, retreating slowly was much better in her opinion. Hanna gets a call from Rayyan, she ignores him. Several times Rayyan sent him messages, also ignored by him.


"Come on Ra..," Hanna cupped her head.


"Why Han, is the news clear, right? Rayyan wasn't involved, why is she still upset,?"


"Not that.no, ah.tau ah," Hanna still slumped her head on the table. Rara shook her head looking at Hanna.


"Have you spoken to Mr. Farel,?"


"So I tried to say, hopefully,"


"How about Han, why the hell, then,?"


Hanna smiled obliquely, still lazy to discuss it.


"Ok, finish the business first, hopefully it's done well soon,"


        Hanna rushed home, her heart was happy to get permission from Mr. Rafael and also Farel about his request to move to a branch, outside the city. And from tomorrow he will work there.


Not yet in the parking lot, a voice called his name. It felt like Hanna wanted to dodge hearing that voice she already knew so well.


"Haaan, wait." Rayyan was seen panting. Hanna turned and smiled clumsyly.


"Why didn't you answer my call? busy again? my message is you're ignoring, too,?" Rayyan looked at Hanna, not forgetting her sweet smile. Please Hanna felt melted looking at that face. Actually Rayyan looks tired, maybe thinking about his company problems, but he can still smile brightly in front of him.


"We eat yuk," Rayyan asked, without waiting for the command he pulled Hanna's hand. Hanna tried to refuse.


"That's.I've made a covenant with Kia, yes want to meet Kia,"


"Yes, you're with Kia,"


Hanna patted her forehead, feeling her strategy was wrong. Rayyan wants to come.


"That..ehm...,"


"Han..please.I really need you," Rayyan looked at Hanna fixedly, her sharp eyes looking tired, making Hanna melt as well. Finally Hanna nodded slowly.


"So if Kia wants to follow me, come on,"


"No, I'll call him later" Hanna said at last, because Kia was just an excuse for him to avoid.


        Maybe this is one of Hanna's opportunities to say goodbye to Rayyan properly. It feels heavy, very heavy. But this is one way to get Rayyan back.


The car drove on the glorious solid road, crowded by motorists both cars and motorcycles. Dominated by those who just got home from work.


"We eat yes" asked Rayyan. Hanna smiled slightly as she nodded. If this was the last time he ate with Rayyan, he should at least be sweet.


        Car entering a parking lot at a famous restaurant, Hanna was actually reluctant to go inside, but Rayyan chose this restaurant because it is very privacy for visitors. Until now, he has not clarified his case yesterday.


Hanna and Rayyan are very well entertained by the waitress, and Rayyan is thrilled to be with Hanna after a day of messing around with the office job that makes her head crumpled.


"Is everything okay,?" hanna asked while waiting for the food they ordered to come.


"Well, fine," Rayyan replied, she's good at hiding her problems now. It is not wrong that Rayyan is one of the best actors in the country.


Hanna smiled at a glance, how strong the man in front of her looked. He is confident of the decision, and Hanna is convinced that Rayyan will be okay.


"May I ask you something, please,?" Hanna looked carefully.


Rayyan nodded, her hand holding Hanna's hand on the table. Hanna let.


"How much did I contribute to the situation you were in,?" hanna asked seriously, Rayyan closed her eyes and looked back at Hanna. It is impossible for him to convey clearly, indeed since his proximity to Hanna which is imbued with less good seasoning from netizens made investors start to stay away, and since yesterday's case also increasingly complicated the situation.


Rayyan was caught off guard by the far-fetched decision, this was the realm of his privacy, why it should be linked to the state of his company.


Rayyan shook her head, answering Hanna's question.


"You..why don't you consider me,?" Hanna looked at Rayyan disappointed.


"I mean,?"


The situation became quiet, Hanna protested because Rayyan always covered up what happened. Hanna felt that she was not considered by him, Hanna found it difficult. On the one hand he feels Rayyan is doing this out of love for him and does not want him to know and think. But on the one hand he felt distrusted by Rayyan as a friend to share.


They eat in less pleasant situations.