NOT PERPETRATORS
Choose Me Or Him!

What's gonna happen to me next? Now those office guys bully me. I don't know what's gonna happen next. Our love journey is really complicated.

I hate actors so much! The widow wants to ruin my happiness. Don't you think your love is wrong? For all the women of the world, please .. don't be an actor. A worse actor than prostitution*r! You are so sickening! It's disgusting!

As soon as the post was posted on Nessa's Instagram, accompanied by a photo of me who was getting off the black car owned by Dimas. The photo was made by my face sensor. But my eyes could catch it clear, that it was a picture of me that was taken this morning. Either Nessa took the picture or who.

"Imania, what's wrong with you?" asked Fania who was watching me.

"It's okay."

I put the phone on the table. I'm putting the body on the couch.

"Hey, your face is not like there's nothing. Tell me, come on!" force Fania to sit on the sofa next to me.

"Don't you know!"

"Mama?" Suddenly Arka who was sitting next to Fania, approached me.

"Yes, honey." I also sat back.

"Arka wants to eat fried rice" said Arka.

I stroked her cheeks gently. "All right, Mama make it now, huh?"

Arka nodded happily.

"I want to too!" funnier Fania.

I rushed to the kitchen too. I prepared eggs, vegetable cabbage, rice, sausages, and spices. While I was chopping onions, suddenly .. I heard the words of the secretary Ve at that time. The first time I met at the office. (Episode 100)

"Dimas loves you very much. She doesn't love Doctor Vanessa."

"Dimas asked me to take care of you here. And you know what? Mr. Wibowo is the Chairman of the Board of Directors here, as well as the owner of this private bank. He's very fierce. You have to be mentally strong to deal with it. Moreover. .. He doesn't like you."

"It is not easy to take his heart. Actually, the decision to bring you into this office wasn't the right one."

"Because .. if you're not good at regulating your emotions. You'll just be humiliated here."

"Because .. if you're not good at regulating your emotions. You'll just be humiliated here."

"Aw!"

Ah, my index finger is sliced. The word of the then-secretary Ve .. does it lead here?

"You why?" Suddenly Fania appeared to surprise me. "Why fingers?"

Fania suddenly grabbed my finger, sucking the blood coming out of the skin that was sliced by the knife. For a moment I watched her while smiling. After sucking on that fresh blood, Fania took off my finger. Then spit it into the sink.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not lesbi*n."

"You are not lesbian*n. But maybe, you're a vampire."

"If I'm a vampire, I'm the prettiest of all vampires."

"Thank you, Pretty Vampire" I said.

I didn't expect, Fania was so considerate of me. In fact, he unhappily sipped the blood that came out of my finger. Isn't that so romantic?

"Here, let me do the cooking!"

"Can you?"

"You're the one directing, I'm the one working, okay!"

I nodded in understanding. One by one, Fania followed it well. I think Fania has cooking skills.

"Imania, I know you're not being concerned. You're thinking about something, aren't you?" tanya Fania while sauteing seasoning.

"Enter the eggs" I commanded.

"You haven't answered my question." Fania looked at me.

"What questions?"

"You're having a problem, right?"

"Institute—"

"Imania! I know what I need to put in. I've already cooked fried rice!" said.

"Thank God."

"Jawab my question!"

"I'm ordinary. There's no problem" I replied in a lie.

"Then, about Instagram, what is it?"

"Fania, did you touch my phone?"

I was silent for a moment. Then took a chair, and sat not far from where Fania was cooking.

"Imania. I think Vanessa has gone too far. He deliberately wanted to defame you. But ... he's not entirely wrong." Fania tried to argue.

"Actually, you also have a fault. Dating someone who's engaged, isn't that funny?" fania. "However, Dimas was the most wrong. He's not firm. His actions that hang his relationship with Nessa and you are selfish. Dimas doesn't consider how you feel. He should be firm. Not like this!"

Fania's words are true. Dimas should have decided. Dimas only said immediately, but never did. And I keep believing it. It's like my stupidity or I'm trusting him too much.

"Dimas may not love Nessa. But, after all, Nessa is his fiancee. Judging from the fairness side, people certainly blame you," said Fania then turn off the stove.

"I feel sorry for you, Imania. I don't want you to be considered seizing men. Alias ripper!"

"Fania, we love each other. And Dimas promised to marry me."

"Then, tomorrow you must collect the promise," said Fania while plating fried rice.

"Don't blame Nessa too much. In fact, he is also entitled to be a Dimas. Rather, it is you who will be continuously branded as an actor."

Aye! Fania's right! I should have thought there. Anyway, I have to ask for some firmness from Dimas.

***

As usual, the next morning, Dimas picked me up. We also headed to the office.

"In, may I ask you something?"

"Yes, honey."

"When are we getting married?" I immediately asked Dimas a serious question. "I don't want to be called an actor!"

"So soon, dear."

"When did you break up with Nessa?"

Dimas seemed surprised. For a moment he was silent and just focused on driving his car.

"Dimas!"

"Imania, be patient" he said casually.

"I can't wait!"

Dimas just took a deep breath. But don't answer me.

"Pick one of us. Please choose me or Nessa!"

Again he was silent. I don't know what made it difficult for him to let one of us go.

"Dimas!"

"It! Don't make me dizzy!"

"You're the one who's making me dizzy!"

"You can, right, wait for the right moment?"

"When is that, Di?" My mind has been filled with anger since yesterday at the office. They bully-me. Should I always be insulted?

"Nia, we can discuss this later, huh?"

"I'm going down!"

"More."

"I'm going down!" My blue thread started to fall down on my thin make up.

"I'll drop you off in front of the office."

"For everyone to know that I'm an actor?"

"Nia, what do you mean?"

"Don't you know yet?" many wonder.

"What's wrong with you? Please, don't cry, Nia."

"How not to cry. I have a feeling, Di. I need clarity from you!"

"Nia, please .. don't be like this."

I keep sobbing. Suddenly, a truck passed by the car we were riding in. The truck drove so fast towards our car.

"Dimas, beware!!"

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