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"I know, I believe!" Marcel said slowly.

"Father believe what I say? Believe which sentence you used to say, huh?" Alya hurriedly rubbed her tears that kept dripping uncontrollably, she began to wonder what the meaning of her boss's words was.

'I know, I believe' that's all his boss said just to stop him from crying, or to please him.

"Is there any other sentence you've said since other than the words 'I am innocent, I didn't do it'?" Marcel imitated Alya's whimpering while shaking his head.

"Because that's the truth, I'm innocent, I didn't divulge at all." Alya's Birthday.

"Isshhh,, how many thousands more times do you repeat your words, like a broken cassette playing the same verse, you think I'm deaf and senile to the point of not being able to hear and remember your words?" Annoyed Marcel.

"I'm sorry, I just don't know what else to say but that." - Alya.

"If you don't feel like telling your husband that, do you have anyone else you suspect might have leaked that to your husband?" Ask Marcel.

"Only two of my assistants and Mr. Joko know about this, Mr. Joko does not know Ivan at all, while my two assistants, they know Ivan, Ivan, but they swore they never told Ivan or anyone about it" Alya said.

"And you believe?" Marcel raised next to his eyebrows.

"Of course I believe!"

"Haha, you are so naive, your husband who is one house and every day together even once promised before God to love and love you for the rest of his life just betray you, and you still believe in other people?" Marcel Cibir.

"Why would you say that if you believe in me, then don't we, too, have other people?" Alya scoffed at Marcel.

"I was just dizzy hearing your whining, and I thought if I said I believed you, you'd stop whining, but you didn't."

Alya smiled brightly, sure enough his guess, Marcel's words were just pleasantries so that he stopped crying and whining, no one believed in his words, no one, Alya almost felt despair with all the accusations that led to her at this moment.

"Is there anyone else you suspect? Someone who might be close to your husband?"

Alya was silent, he hesitated to answer the big boss's question, not that with him answering Marcel's question, it was the same as opening up the disgrace of his own household, after all they were not that close, meet new today.

"The wife's feeling is usually sharp." Connect Marcel again.

"I'm not sure, but what could possibly be kartika?" Alya said in the end.

"Kartika Pak Anwar's son? Why think it's him, have proof?"

Alya shook her head, "Just guess." His word.

"Your husband has an affair with Kartika?"

Marcel's question that impressed bluntly it makes Alya a little flabbergasted, he did not expect his boss was classified as the type of person who likes to say what is in his mind without feeling hesitant and impressed no matter the feelings of his interlocutor, whether offended or objected?

"Do I have to tell you about my personal problems in the household?" Sinis Alya, from his tone can already explain if he feels objected to answer Marcel's question.

"Okay, I think you're open-minded, we're in the context of discussing the audit issue that leaked through your husband's rant, if the leaking one isn't your husband, I'm not gonna ask you anything about your household either, you think I don't have a job and a gossip like your husband!" Marcel's turn looked upset.

"I got that information from someone, they said they were close."Reveal Alya in the end after in the sense of what Marcel said to him earlier there was a point, the boss was not being scraping for his household life, but this was solely because it involved him and the husband, he said, so automatically his household life must also be a little exposed to Marcel in order to find the truth of this problem, after all, their households were also on edge before this problem even appeared, especially after what Ivan accused him of earlier in JT, JT, making Alya feel there is nothing to defend anymore in her household life.

Living with her cheating husband behind her and stabbing in front of her eyes made Alya no longer have the desire to continue his household with Ivan.

"There's another woman you suspect besides Kartika?"

Alya seemed to think for a while, "Hana, Ivan's secretary, I've seen them alone somewhere."

"Ishhh, where is there! It's all just a coincidence, I'm not that possessive type of wife, it's just that maybe God deliberately showed it to me." Alya did not accept.

**

A brown envelope on Joko threw at Alya's desk that afternoon.

"It's a suspension letter for you, sorry I can't help, because this letter was a direct order from a big boss, even in the direct delivery by Mr. Darma, the big boss's personal assistant."

Reaching Joko's words not only shocked Alya, but also shocked Dinda and Utari who were both in the room, they looked at each other, he said, I can't believe what their leader says.

Moreover, still vividly remembered in Alya's memory, when the trip from JT to his company, Marcel still had a laugh, there was not the slightest bit of him to allude to the issue of suspension, he said, after all, all the questions Marcel had he answered everything without anyone being covered up, but why did he end up with a suspension letter? After all, if you really intend to give him a suspension letter, why not just go straight? Why must pass by Joko and in front of his assistants, Marcel deliberately wanted to make himself embarrassed and increasingly feel worse after the slander of the husband that he had seen clearly, he said, there is no pity whatsoever from Marcel for him, no matter how he has served his company for more than 3 years, 'this is not fair!' His inner.

Alya squeezed the letter that he had not had time to read was so upset, the words from Joko could already represent the contents of the letter, he did not want to read it again and made him more hurt.

"Mom, why is this?" Said Dinda approaching Alya after Joko left the room.

"Al, you're fine, right?" Utari Timpal.

But Alya did not answer the questions of the two assistants, he immediately got up and came out of the room with an angry face, his goal was only one, the presidential room.

"I'd like to see Mr. Marcelino!" Said Alya when his steps were scuffed by Marcel's assistant at the door.

"Darma, let him in!" The sound of Marcel's screams rang out from within, making his assistant instantly allow Alya to enter.

Alya twisted his gaze in the spacious room of his president.

"What are you looking for?" Ask Marcel.

"The door of the room is closed but you can see the guests outside your room?" Polo Alya.

"Don't go in front of my door, everything that's going on in every room of this building I can tell." Marcel said that made Alya gawk.

"Do you not know what a surveillance camera is?" Connect Marcel.

"Ah, I think this room has a secret wall that can see through to the outside," said Alya silly, for a moment he forgot the intention of his arrival to the room.

"What's the problem? I'm not a lot of free time to listen to your silly and nonsensical words!" Marcel said coldly.

"What do you mean by all this?" Alya brandished a brown envelope that is now in shape because she was squeezed since earlier because of her emotions.

"Are you unable to read and understand the contents of the letter?" Marcel asked back.

"Why didn't you just tell me you were going to suspend me or even fire me?" Alya Protests.

"I just thought when I got here, it was on the road not yet thought to suspend you!" Relaxed words.

"Sir, I'm in defamation, I'm also cooperative by answering all of your questions, I think you understand."

"Just because I understand, I give you time off to talk to your husband more, for other problems let me take over for a while."

"But--"

"Nothing but, my decision won't change, please leave this place, I'm a lot of other work, good afternoon!" Marcel's head did not give a chance for Alya to speak, because his assistant immediately took Alya out of the room, so Alya could only resign and leave Marcel's room with slow steps.

There is no point in arguing with the owner of the company where he works, however, he will remain in a losing position.