Not Struggled (R4)
BDJ 23'S. FACT TAB
...BDJ 23'S. TABIR FACTS...
..."Sometimes what we entrust to someone is not necessarily the best path. It's easy to trust someone. However, it is difficult to maintain that trust."-Not Match...
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The gray drizzle that fell since night, made New York lagit was hit by darkness. Puddles of water were still scattered in some places, as the day began to morning. The dawn was still reluctant to appear because of the darkness of the day.
"This is the tea, Pa."
The man who was sitting and looking at the Faschia flower or earrings that flourished in the hanging pots of the masterpiece of the wife, turned his head.
"Drink while it's still warm, Pa." The princess reminded me again. The hijab-wearing girl was indeed delivering warm tea requested by the father along with other companion snacks. Tea and sweet snacks are suitable to be enjoyed during this weather.
"Eat also his chocolate chips banana bread, Pa. Mama just got out of the roasting."
The man sitting next to the girl nodded with a small smile. His hands stretched out to take the ornate ceramic cup of the Moon Orchid.
"Where are you doing at the office, baby?" tanyanya, on the sidelines of his activities enjoy his order tea.
"So far there's no meaningful constraint, Pa. The project is in the working stage. It may take some more support facilities later. But it's still in the deepening process."
Anzar smiled hearing that. He felt both pride and guilt in the recess of his heart. Proud that the princess has come this far at her young age. Guilty of making the princess dabble in the business world, so that her free space was limited since childhood.
Little Alea rarely went out of the house. When he comes home from school, there are a series of lessons and extracurriculars that he must follow. Either inside or outside the house. During the activity, little Alea will be guarded 24 hours by the bodyguards trust his parents.
"Papa see you're getting better at making cakes, like Mama. Don't you want to try making bakery?" Ask Anzar.
Alea shook her head in response. "Alea learned to cook because cooking is the basic ability to survive."
Anzar smiled at the princess's reply. "Why is that?"
"Because if we can't cook, where do we eat? Humans need to eat to get energy and to stay alive." Alea continued her answer.
The beautiful girl in a milk-brown scarf hijab turned to stare at the bright speck of rain from behind a transparent window.
"If it's about making cookies, it's part of Alea's hobby, Papa. Alea had no intention of opening a bakery out of fear of not being able to divide her time between work and home. So, Alea has decided that this pastry making hobby will only be known by the family."
"Do you not want your abilities to be known by many?"
Alea shook her head in response. "Enough Mama, Papa, same brother Nathan for now."
Anzar nodded as he sipped back his warm tea.
"Darling, Alea," he called out suddenly.
"Yes, what's up, Pa?" answer the princess.
"Your secretary, what's her name? An who?"
"Annante, Dad. What happened to Annante?" said Alea.
"He's been your friend since college, hasn't he?"
"Yes. We used to have one Junior High Scool too" Alea explained.
"All right?" Anzar looked at the princess with a slightly forced look of surprise.
"So, how's that girl? She good to you?"
"Of course, yes," Alea replied steadily. "He's nice, easy going, humorous, also care. We've been friends for a long time."
"He lives alone here?" Anzar asked again.
"No. Annante lives with his mother and her lover. Her parents have been divorced since Anannte was a child."
Anzar nodded his head listening to the story. From his point of view, the princess was already too close to the girl named Anannte. Alea was indeed a typical person who if he believed in something, then he would believe it wholeheartedly.
That is what sometimes makes Anzar afraid to release the princess. The world is cruel, and the humans in it can justify various means of survival and so on.
"Pa, Alea to the kitchen first, yes," said the princess, carrying the tray she had used to bring the and her friends.
"Yes, honey. Say hello to your beautiful mother, I love you 3000."
After the princess left, Anzar changed the look of his face back to serious. The man then reached into his pants pocket, then took a flat object from inside.
"Call, T. It's me, Anzar," she said in a voice across the street when her phone line was connected.
"Create a girl named Annante who works as my daughter's secretary to sign an inter-exter labor exchange letter for the Ukrainian side."
The dark bead of the fallen man who woke up bitter and bitter competition of the world, seemed to stare flat at the glittering rain that fell increasingly heavy.
"Yes. And T, I need you to keep an eye on some of the staff that are in direct contact with my daughter,”.
"I've also asked for your contract to be extended to G1 and G2. Do your job, and don't forget to send a team to look after my son-in-law who is currently on his way to Puket, Thailand."
Anzar flipped his body, when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. From the fragrant aroma created, he already knew who was coming closer. "Make sure none of the hands dare to touch him, he concluded, before hanging up the phone."
"Irra," he called out as he developed a smile.
"Udah tuwir too, dreadlocks are usual" chirped the wife. The beautiful woman seemed to be talking while holding her chest.
"I'm young, Ra. Still capable of making you unable to walk a week." Temptation of husband.
"I don't understand, mas," replied the wife, pretending not to understand.
"Then let me give you an example to understand" Anzar said, grabbing the wife's body. Making the woman scream in suspense in surprise.
"Mas, get me down!"
"No," answered Anzar, carrying the body of his wife in bridal style.
"Alea's in the kitchen. He's waiting for me, Mom. Get off me now!” teah Airra's.
"The weather is very supportive to give you an example to understand what I said earlier." Anzar blinked his eyes witty.
"Mas Anzar, don't macem!" threaten the wife.
"No macem-macem in Irra, just one macem."
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"What?" surprised the blonde woman.
In front of him, an aged woman stared at him fixedly from behind the frame of her golden strap glasses. "There's a problem, Miss. Annante?"
“No. But this is very sudden," replied the blond woman.
"Alea didn't tell me anything either."
"Nn. Radityan is your boss. It is impossible for him to make decisions directly to you. You are just a subordinate to him," said the woman who served as the head of Human Resources Development.
Annante was still staring at the old woman. How not to be surprised, early in the morning when he left for work after splitting the hostile weather, he was suddenly directed to the HRD room. His surprise grew when he learned that he had to sign a letter of import-export labor exchange agreement that he would later send to Ukraine. What the hell?
He felt angry and his pride was trampled at this moment. While bringing his footsteps upstairs, he grumbled a few times in annoyance.
"So this is my reply, Alea?" a sinister smile rose on his lips.
"No I'm gonna let you make me like this. You threw me away like trash!"
His heart felt so humiliated. Annante did not expect that a girl as innocent as Alea could suddenly oust him dishonorably. Alea had never hidden anything from her. This time, however, he dared to do something like this.
Nevertheless, Annante should also be aware of his actions behind Alea. The Tocix relationship he built has got him at this point. Without the woman realizing it, there would be many more things taken from her later.
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