
Unable to see Alea's closeness with other men, Bratt turned off his car engine and got out of the car.
"Gee!!" Call Bratt when Alea and the man are about to enter the office building.
Alea and the man looked back.
"Mr Bratt." Lirih Alea was quiet yet could still be heard by Zayn.
With long steps Bratt approached Alea.
"What's up, sir?" Ask Alea.
"I'll accompany you." Bratt replied and immediately pulled Alea's hand as she walked into the office building leaving Zayn behind.
"Aren't you busy?" Ask Alea.
"not anymore. I want to make sure that the lawyer you choose is the best lawyer.
Alea was silent, though confused by Bratt's strange attitude, but Alea no longer asked Bratt any questions. And they walked towards the receptionist table.
"Good day can anyone help?" Ask one of the receptionists.
"Is Mr Arifin there?" Ask Alea.
"Oh.. Do you want to meet Mr. Arifin?" Zayn asked suddenly from behind Bratt and Alea.
Alea and Bratt looked over.
Alea nodded her head. While Bratt rolled his eyes lazy.
"Are you the client who wants the consul to go through with the divorce?" Ask Zayn again.
Alea nodded her head again.
"For once, I was asked by Mr. Arifin to meet his client who wanted a consul about divorce." Zayn.
"Where is Arifin then?" Bratt asked dislikefully when he heard Zayn being asked to meet Alea.
"Sir Arifin is on his way, sir, the divorce trial was running hard, so Mr. Arifin came late." Answer Zayn kindly.
"Come on Lea, we're in my room." Take Zayn.
Alea nodded her head and was about to walk with Zayn, but Bratt held Alea by the hand.
Zayn responded with a faint smile and walked first, followed by Bratt and Alea behind them.
The lawyer's office building has no elevator and uses only stairs. Because the shape of this building is like two shophouses that are combined into one and only have two levels.
Now they are upstairs.
Chequek. Zayn opened the door to his study.
"Please come in." Zayn said as he let Bratt and Alea enter the room first.
Alea and Bratt came in and walked towards the sofa.
"Please sit down." Pinta Zayn again.
Bratt landed his butt on one of the long sofas, seeing that Bratt was already sitting on the sofa he wanted to sit on as well, Alea relented and was about to walk to the long sofa in front of Bratt, but just a step Bratt immediately pulled Alea's hand so that they sat on the same long sofa.
"Sit next to me!" Bratt. Bratt was afraid that Alea would sit on the long sofa in front of him, and Zayn would sit next to Alea.
"While waiting for Mr. Arifin, let's just talk in my room. Not pa-pa, right?" Zayn asked Alea while landing his butt on the single sofa.
"Switch time!!" Answer Bratt. What Alea asked.
"Hish, Mister." Alea growled while hitting Bratt's arm slowly.
"No pa-pa Zayn." Alea answered.
"Oh. Yes, by the way is this sir your husband?" Ask Zayn.
"No. This is my boss, Mr. Bratt." Answer Alea.
"Oh. Introduce sir, I'm Zayn." Zayn said as he extended his hand to shake Bratt's hand, but Bratt did not return Zayn's hand.
Seeing Bratt not returning Zayn's hand, Alea immediately nudged Bratt's arm as if to code Bratt to return Zayn's hand.
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