Pink pants
Sad boy

Three days have passed since the incident at the hotel there is no further news from Ivan, divorce papers from the court that should have arrived did not seem to get any response from Ivan as the defendant.

Likewise with Marcel, for three days he never again came to the firm, usually every afternoon he checked the firm's documents, even when Alya came to the Salim group company to do his job as an external accountant there who came every three days to deposit his report, he was only met by Darma in his room, though usually he was told to come directly to Marcel's room to submit the reports.

To be honest he was curious about what happened to Marcel, was he okay? The man who usually always took the time to be present even though in between his busy schedule either in the firm or at the Darma boarding house where now where he lives now seems to disappear without news without any news news.

Like there was something lacking or even lost when Alya did not see Marcel these few days, but how pu he did not dare to ask the existence of Marcel either it to Darma, let alone to Marcel, especially to Marcel, he knows enough and is aware that he is not who he is, it's just that Alya is afraid if Marcel disappeared these few days, because Ivan really did his threat, maybe not in the media, exposed to the media, but if the photos get to the tagan Marcel's wife, it is not impossible that it will be a problem in the household of the former big boss.

"Ah, Mr Damar, you alone?" Alya asked, when Damar came to the firm that night, his eyes searched for the figure that these three days had disappeared from his sight.

"Yes, it just happened to pass by here and see the office lights are still on, so it's a mess." Damar.

"Ah yes, I'm finishing the re-audit of the group JT, oh yes, it looks like I'm going to sleep here and not go back to the boarding house." Alya answered, who then answered Damar's nod without any words.

Because time also showed at 9 pm, finally Damar said goodbye to go home and leave Alya there to finish his work.

**

"Where is he, is he inside? What are?" Lecar Marcel when Damar just got into his car.

Apparently his arrival to the firm this time was not an accident like the reason he had revealed to Alya, but at the insistence of Marcel who was curious because Alya had not yet returned to the boarding even though it was night, every afternoon Marcel was always quietly waiting and watching Alya in the house of Damar behind his house facing directly towards the place of the hostel owned by his assistant, and that's where Marcel usually feels at home silently looking towards Alya's boarding room even though sometimes he only looks at the door of Alya's closed room.

"Why not a samperin boss, ask yourself. Very prestigious." Oceh Darma's.

In response to his assistant's question, Marcel simply glared as if he had no answer to Darma's question, or indeed deliberately avoided answering it.

"How's the boss, are we going straight home?" Darma asked as Marcel was silent with his eyes constantly locked towards the firm whose lights were still on.

"You go home first, I still want to be here a while." Answer Marcel.

"meaning?"

"Yes, you go home in a cake taxi, a motorcycle taxi, a train or a plane, whatever you want, this is my car" Marcel said lightly.

"Ishhhhh, sweet enough to throw away, already in help, now even in expulsion." Upset Darma who can only grumble softly, because however Marcel is the boss, where dare he nagged at his boss who has no heart.

"Yes get dumped, the time is up, it's there, I don't want to be disturbed!" Banish Marcel.

Darma, who is already very familiar with the habits of his boss, can only be obedient and resigned, with a hyacinth heart he got out of the car after ordering an ojek online beforehand to go home.

Time has shown at 12pm more, but the firm's lights are still on, while Marcel is still at home noticing it all from across the firm in his car.

His heart continued to fidget, especially after he saw two people driving a motorbike stopped right in front of the firm and banged on the Firm's glass door.

Also visible from behind the glass door, Alya was standing in fear while holding her phone, I don't know who she is calling at this time.

"What's this?" Reprimanded Ivan on the two thugs who were still pounding on the glass door because Alya did not open it.

"Don't interfere in my affairs, this is our territory, and we just want to ask the lady for security money who's in there." Appoint one of the thugs who even spoke it already looks difficult due to drinking too much liquor.

"I'm the owner of this building, I've paid all my kejibian to the manager of the building in this area every month, do you want to blackmail me?" Marcel's opponents were without any fear at all.

It's not about the money, maybe the thugs were given a piece of red money was gone, but who guarantees that he will not come again to do the same thing he is doing now, may now be lucky because he is near the firm, what if next time they came when Alya was completely alone, of course it would be very dangerous for Alya, and Marcel would not let that happen.

"Many bac-cot you, quickly give us the security money, otherwise, do not expect these office employees will feel comfortable working here!" Threaten the thug while taking out a knife he hid behind his waist.

As Ayla grew increasingly fearful of seeing all of this, she did not want Marcel to be hurt or even worse for helping her, Alya was also inexhaustible how could his former boss suddenly be there, right now.

Unlike Alya, Marcel did not show his fear at all, other than he did master martial arts well, fighting two drunken thugs was not a difficult thing for him, he said, just walk them staggering, how to fight against Marcel, so that in just a few attacks the two thugs can be paralyzed easily.

Alya rushed outside the room and approached Marcel.

"Mr is fine, right? You're not hurt?" Alya subconsciously turned back Marcel's body and examined him carefully to see if the man who was again his helper at the right time was injured or not.

"I'm fine, not hurt at all, those who aren't okay right now." Point Marcel at the two thugs lying in the firm's courtyard.

"Did they die?" Alya asked with a look that now turned towards the two helpless thugs.

"Did you curse me to go to jail for killing people?"

"I-I don't think so, they don't move." Alya's great-grandson.

"They just fainted." Tukas Marcel's.

"Mother why is he here?" The question he had wanted to ask him had finally come out as well.

"Lha, you yourself, why is midnight still in the office, don't you know if it's dangerous, what if the thugs are reckless to break in, what if there's a robbery, like an if-"

"Alya, are you okay?" The man's gasping voice as it seemed to run hurriedly came there and hugged Alya, making Marcel not continue his words because he saw the scene presented before him.

"I'm fine, Van." Alya answered while unraveling the embrace of Ivan who rushed to come there because Alya called him in a panic, he did not know who to ask for help, so he called randomly, so he called, and it turns out that Ivan's number, he just doesn't want Marcel to fight the two thugs, but it turns out Marcel is not as weak as he imagined, the man easily paralyzed the two thugs.

All of Marcel's words seemed to be stuck in his throat, making him speechless other than just being stunned to see how Ivan embraced Alya, and how Ivan still meant in Alya's life, because even in a pinch like this, it was Ivan who Alya called, at least that's what Marcel thinks now, is he currently playing a 'sad boy' like a loser in dramas?