NOT Second Lead
Nayara and Ansel

"Ttipan Oma" said Ansel while giving a paper bag to Nayara. Her fiance.

Nayara. Somewhat surprised because Ansel approached his desk.

Some of his fellow staff who were in the same room with him stole the lyrics on both.

"Thank you."

"My driver will pick you up tomorrow" he said as he walked away.

"Yes" said Nayara quietly as she concluded a thin smile.

Always act so in front of their employees. Sok nge bosy's. But the real thing is not so if only the two.

Their marriage shocked her. He has worked for a long time at Opa Airlangga company. Three years. Because Opa Airlangga is also her opanya friend. This match was also on the wishes of the two opas. Just this year.

Ansel also returned from abroad a year ago and was immediately betrothed to him.

They met on purpose, too. But what sucks is Ansel always tells him to make this and that. Act like he's the boss. Not to mention Nayara must always hold her breath because at the beginning of their engagement, a lot of beautiful and sexy women are looking for her.

The passage of time, the end of this is no longer there because it is always driven out by Kirania and Puspa.

But because of seeing his twin boss who is often visited by sexy women, Nayara considers it ordinary.

Nayara is confused by their feelings. Until when this engagement will turn into a wedding.

Indeed Ansel sometimes shows special attention that makes his heart almost fly. But the man who was always scolded by his sister has not revealed the seriousness of the continuation of their relationship.

So that Nayara also did not think too far about their relationship. Seeing her opinion happy with her engagement already made her heart happy.

Nayara grew up opa and oma because her parents had already died from an accident when she was a child. Only his opa and oma were all he had because his parents were single children. Oma opa from his father also did not exist.

With her betrothal with Ansel, making her not feel alone anymore, because the family Opa Airlangga very rame. Even Nayara was quite close to her sister-Kirania and cousin Ansel. Puspa, Rihana and Nidya. Even the twin boss and Kalandra's sister were very good to her.

"When are you getting married?" ask Fitri, his roommate.

"No idea" Nayara smiled without a burden. Too often he gets such hopeless questions. He also could get a handsome look from the other staff.

"But Ansel boss is that, even though he cares about you," continued Fitri encouraging Nayara.

Nayara simply replied with a smile.

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A year ago.

"Nay, Opa Airlangga's grandson wants to go home. The lecture is over," his ops told you.

"The wayward boy came home at last, too" he laughed as he poured a drink for him. This morning they were having breakfast together before Nayara left for work.

Opa also laughed.

"Akbar used to be like that too. After the college was finished, he chose to work there. His disposition is declining on his son," he cheered.

It is different from Opa Airlangga family. Opa Nayara is not from business circles. Opa was a former government official while oma was a dentist. Their daughter-Mama Nayara is also a dentist. So is his father who is a surgeon. The two met at the same hospital.

Nayara strayed far from her family. He prefers technology to being a doctor.

"We were invited tonight in the welcoming ceremony of his naughty grandson," opa continued again still chuckling

Nayara just smile, her heart is happy to see opa and her oma looks happy to tell about the behavior of her best friend's granddaughter.

There was as much curiosity as Nayara about the figure who seemed to have troubled his family.

Not long after Nayara said goodbye and left for the company where she worked.

He had left early enough, but was still stuck in traffic.

BRUG

Nayara's body shook slightly. Fortunately he always used the seatbelt properly.

Jesus, the inner pain.

Someone hit the back of the car. But this traffic jam made him unable to stop. He could be late just taking care of the guy who hit his car. It can also add to the long traffic.

Experience teaches him, not necessarily if he faces the person will get his wish easily. For example, freeing the cost of car repairs to the workshop.

There he will get yelling and scolding from the impactor who certainly will not feel guilty. The world is too cruel. Therefore Nayara chose to go and later will fix the dented back of his car. Maybe after noon, Nayara will call his garage to take care of his car.

After getting out of the traffic jam, Nayara breathed a sigh of relief because she could drive her car a little faster.

But again his heart was almost dislodged because there was a car that crucified him quickly and immediately stopped suddenly in front of his car.

Fortunately Nayara swiftly stepped on the brake and only stopped just a few cents in front of the car that almost hit him.

This time Nayara started to fall off. The car owner in front of him was looking for trouble with him apparently.

Seeing the car door in front of him open, Nayara opened the car door.

He needed to ask the reason for this lunatic as soon as possible, because Nayara did not want to go too late.

A young man who looked like a haughty boss was now standing before him.

Handsome, I'm Nayara in my heart.

But arrogant, rich-ass, most important pretender, he swore in the heart.

For a second, the two looked at each other.

"You're so brave" he said as his net continued to shine a sharp spotlight on Nayara.

"Please move your car. I can be late" said Nayara calmly trying to hold back his cockiness.

And what he was afraid of anyway. This road is a vehicle that passes by. The man in front of him could not be reckless to act strange to him.

"Hemm.." a thin grin sticking out of his face as he noticed the logo on the girl's blazer.

"It seems like the business will be long," he said as he folded his hands together on his chest.

Nayara frowned not understanding the meaning of the man's words.

But in my heart I am thankful that the man has gone.

Strange, inner Nayara is upset while entering her car again. He had already wasted quite a bit of time when facing the strange man.

As soon as he walked in the company lobby, Nayara was astonished to see the employees gathered and whispered a great whisper. Like there's a hot issue.

Nayara doesn't care. He accelerated his steps into the elevator that had been filled by several other employees.

"Thank you" she smiled as she saw one of the employees push the elevator button to hold the door shut.

"The same."

"Eh, you know what? He said Mr. Akbar's son will work here today" said one of the female employees.

"I saw him. He's a real good-looking guy," praise the others.

"Grandson of the great lord Airlangga is not bad. The cake is exorbitant all," added the first female employee who chattered.

"Unfortunately we're not their level. Just admire it," replied the female official who had been holding the elevator door for Nayara.

"Yes" said the three together.

Nayara did not comment. Just listening.

So that guy's already at work? his mind that remembered the chatter of his opinion at breakfast earlier.

Not long after that they came out on the same floor.

Back Nayara heard the kusuk rafters in her room about the granddaughter of Airlangga opa. In the company Nayara called him the great master. But on the outside it calls him opa.

"Eh, soon the big boss and his son will come here, want an inspection," said Rania who was just outside.

"Correct?" exclaim Fitri while hurriedly tidying up his work desk. Others do the same.

"Yes, it seems like it was around monitoring each division," said Rania while tidying up the file.

Nayara reflex also tidied up her desk.

Not long after that, the door of the room opened from outside.

Five men entered.

Nayara was stunned to see the man who stopped her car earlier.

There's no way he is, right? deny Nayara many times. But unfortunately Nayara had to swallow a bitter pill. The song boy is the grandson of Opa Airlangga who was talked about endlessly from home to this company.

The man looked at her nonchalantly, making Nayara hold her breath.

After introducing his son, Om Akbar and three other higher-ups went to visit the other divisions.

"Shelves," cried Asma slowly after the door of their room was filled with a feeling of shock.

"Yes, very handsome," timpal Fitri with eyes full of twinkle.

Faros and Naufal looked at each other with a mocking smile.

This woman is too high in taste, both inner mocking.

Both are not considered at all. Faros and Naufal also had handsome faces. But in front of his fellow division both were not considered. But in other divisions they are quite popular.

Back they busied work until the phone on Nayara's desk rang.

One annoying voice he still remembered touched his eardrum.

"To my room now."

Nayara let out a long breath. Why the whole day had he had to deal with this spoiled son of a bitch.

"Who's Nay?' rania asked kepo when she saw Nayara's full face

"New boss," he answered, rising up.

"What's? How, can?" tanya Asma did not accept.

Fitri and Rania also stared unwillingly.

Why should Nay, anyway, be confused.

"Ngga knows. Yes, yes," said Nayara as she walked away.

Faros and Naufal both singled out cynical smiles at the shock of his three discouraged coworkers.

Nayara sighed again staring at the door of the new boss' room.

TOK TOK TOK

"Lake in!"

Reluctantly Nayara opened the door to Ansel's room.

"Sit down" Ansel said, still busy with his laptop screen.

Nayara sat down without a sound.

"This. Write down how much I should replace," he said flatly as he thrust out a blank piece of check paper.

Nayara still did not understand the meaning of Ansel's words.

Ansel let out a sigh of annoyance.

"I just hit your car."

Nayara's eyes were suddenly round.

So her?

Now Nayara only understood why the man was blocking his car.

Why should he bother. He could have, right, just left.

Unknowingly Nayara smiled faintly.