One Night Stand With My Crazy Boss
CHAPTERS 112. The Woman's Side is Injured.

Faya continued to move her legs through the loby. When the sound of someone shouting loudly, he turned to look back.

“This is your son, Mas!!” pekik Soraya followed Ridwan who was walking towards the loby. Soraya followed him from behind.

It seemed that Soraya had lost control. His face was flushed and his chest rose down in rhythm with his hunting breath.

Soraya ran over to Ridwan who had stopped and looked at him in disbelief.

“You can't run like this. I'm gonna need you anywhere. If need be I'll find your wife and son. I'll tell you that we've been in a relationship for a long time and now I'm humming your son.” Soraya Cecar. It seems that the confusion that Soraya feels has made her not care if she is now the center of attention.

Everything just slid from Soraya's mouth. He no longer cared about the shocked look and the look of judgment on him.

People began to swarm in to see the spectacle of the free drama. No exception Faya. But he did not approach like the others. He only saw it from a distance.

At first glance, his eyes met Soraya's. The woman was filled with emotion. Crying as a form of protest against Ridwan.

“Sora. Please don't believe me. Are you crazy?”

“Iya! I am really crazy. Because you! Look aja. If you don't want to admit this kid. I will actually find your own family.” threatened Soraya with her heavy voice.

“You two! Follow me!” the firm voice of Ariga stopped the action of the drama.Everyone looked at Ariga who was staring firmly at Soraya and Ridwan.

Fortunately, Ariga came soon until the debate stopped.

Soraya who followed Ariga's orders still took the time to glance at Faya. The woman's gaze could not be interpreted at all. It is sharp and there is sadness there. Or regrets? I don't know. Even Faya who sat alone could not conclude.

After Soraya and Ridwan disappeared to go with Ariga, the people there also immediately dispersed themselves. Back to doing their job.

But not with Faya. It is still in its place. Keep staring at the pias towards the disappearance of Soraya.

Shouldn't he be happy because Soraya got the karma he deserves? Shouldn't he be relieved that she's got a heavier social punishment than him? Shouldn't Faya feel that way?

But no, Faya could feel her heart ache seeing the look of sadness on Soraya's netra. His little heart was pressing to help the woman. It is not the heart. He could not let Soraya slump alone like this. He really wants to help.

The drying of the mobile phone made Faya aware of his daydream. He immediately picked up the phone from Prima, he forgot that Prima was waiting for him.

“Sorry, Mas.” Faya said as soon as he got into the Prima car.

“How long?”

“So there was a moment.” Faya answered while putting on her seat belt.

“What events?” Prima started driving his car.

Faya told me what happened. Soraya and Ridwan. All without anything reduced. In fact, he also told about his desire to help the woman who had betrayed him.

“What are you sorry about? He hasn't even apologized to you.” Ask Prima.

“I know, Mas. I think gini, why do I feel evil, yes, he is without his nolong? I feel like I'm the same as him. And that's my pride, Mas.”

“Darling, if I think, just this. You don't have to interfere anymore. Your relationship is not as good as it used to be. He doesn't want to be apologized to you. You have no obligation to help him anymore. Because he's so like you. Evilin you. So justin aja.”

“Prospect, Mas.”

“He doesn't feel sorry for you. Ugly you keep going. Huh, honey. Don't be dizzy. Mending you focus on our marriage. Don't think of anything else. I'm sure he can take care of himself.”

It seems that Prima is also still upset with Soraya. It was evident from his sneering expression when talking about the woman.

“We eat first yuk, laper. What do you want to eat?” prima asked.he wanted to shift Faya's focus to something else.

“Ayam. Want to eat a pedes-pedes.”

“OK. Chicken geprek.”

Next Prima drove the car to a chicken shop geprek their subscription.

“Mama is also in the boutique, Mas? Mama was about.” Ask Faya between their meals. Faya's face was already red and sweating.

“Don't know anyway. There's no phone. Why apparently?”

“Nothing. If there is a Mama, it will be fun. Hehe. I have the theme.”

“Can there be me. What do you think of me?” grunts Prima. It seems she was offended by Faya's remark.

“Not that. If fellow girls are good, Mas.”

“Sama I'm also good.”

“Idi-h. It's just cramming.”

“Hehehehe. Not a snooze, honey. I'm jealous.”

“Your own Mama, Mas. Cook jealous?”

“Ya whose name is jealous can be the same as anyone.”

Faya chose to give up. Arguing with Prima who was blinded by love seemed impossible he would win. He could only shake his head at Prima's attitude.

“You must have thought that I was overreacting. I know that too. I don't know what kind of reason to give. Clearly, I want you to focus on me. Can't be with the other. I'm sorry if I'm selfish, overprotective or whatever you think. Anyway, I want to be observed with you.” Obviously Prima is long.

Faya stunned. Then he smiled.

“I know, Mas. It's okay. I understand you, kok.”

Prima also threw a sweet smile to his future wife. Getting closer and closer. There are many things they have to prepare for. Especially the wedding dress. Prima really kept his promise. He let Faya do whatever he loved. She did not mind whatever the price of the dress wanted by Faya. He felt able to buy it.

The money he had, it felt nothing compared to the happiness created. He felt lucky to have a girl like Faya. After a tough fight of course.

They're still in the boutique. Faya is trying on a wedding dress that was ordered some time ago. The dress is half done. So it must be re-fitted for a more fitting size. At once to fix the parts that are still not fit according to Faya.