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"You shouldn't have to say things like that just to defend me, your ex-husband looks so angry at you earlier." Said Marcel when Alya finally wanted to be taken home by him, after he persuaded him half-dead because Alya insisted not be intervened on the grounds of avoiding slander.

"I'm not defending you, sir. I'm just defending myself, I'm tired of dealing with them, I'm going to fight them from now on, because if not myself, who else will defend me?" Alya.

Indeed it could have been to avoid conflict Alya could have gone as far as possible, but where? He had no intention of leaving, it was not that easy for him to decide to leave, his work in sina, his birthplace in that city, his memories with his parents in that city, his family, did he have to lose it all just because he ran away from Ivan and Hana? Why would he have to leave, if he could defend and fight.

"Where is this sir?" Alya asked, as the car driven by Marcel entered the parking lot of a fast food restaurant.

"I'm hungry, and you haven't had dinner yet, have you?"

Alya was speechless, willing to refuse, but her stomach was currently sore asking to be filled, because since this afternoon she had not had time to eat anything.

"Drive thru only sir, I'm not comfortable if we have to eat together these nights." Alya finally pointed to the service drive thru resto.

Although somewhat disappointed, Marcel eventually rewinded his car and began queuing to order food from inside the car.

There are many things Marcel actually wants to talk to Alya, but Alya seems to still build a high wall for himself to approach.

"Can I come in and eat with you?" Pinta Marcel when they had arrived in front of the firm, Alya decided to stay overnight and return to live on the 3rd floor of the firm, besides that it would be easier for him who already had no vehicle, to go back and forth from the boarding house to the office, according to him the boarding house was also no longer safe for him, because Ivan, Hana and also her ex-husband's family were too easy to meet her there, he said, at least if he stayed here he would be free from their interference even though it might only be for a while, because Alya was sure, they would definitely keep trying to find his whereabouts.

"But it's late at night," Alya glanced at her phone screen to look at the clock, as if she were

"There's something I want to tell you." Said Marcel who was in contact just made Alya dag dig dug not because of guessing what things the man wanted to tell him.

"W-what should it be now?"

"Not more than thirty minutes, please!" Please Marcel with both hands face down in front of his chest.

"Hmmm, okay." Call Alya finally, considering that Marcel had helped him and he also had not thanked the man, in addition, he was also curious about what Marcel wanted to tell him.

"Sir, thank you for your help earlier, sorry if all this time I have been bothering you a lot." Alya opened the conversation after almost ten minutes they were silent to each other, because Marcel who he said he wanted to talk to him just kept quiet while enjoying the food they had bought on the street.

"Can you not have to talk too formally with me? It sounds like a conversation at a company meeting." Marcel glanced at Alya's face at a glance.

"I'm sorry, I don't dare." Answer Alya.

"I'm not your boss anymore, our position in this office is equal, so you don't have to be so rigid when talking to me."

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Alya asked, because their time together was almost thirty minutes, while Marcel had not said anything about the things he wanted to talk about with him.

"I just want to see you, if I'm not Marcelino Salim who is the head of the Salim group company, do you still want to be friends with me?" Marcel asked suddenly.

"Sorry sir, but I'm friends with someone not based on that person's status and position, why did you ask me that?" Confused Alya.

"No, I'm just making sure that someone will be friends with me, even if I'm not a nobody someday." He said with a smile that could not be interpreted as a smile what.

"Are you okay sir? Why would you say something like that?" Alya just realized that something is wrong that is happening to Marcel.

"I'm fine, it's been almost thirty minutes, it looks like I have to go home." Pamit Marcel left Alya still wondering with the awkward attitude Marcel showed her tonight.

But of course Alya also can not force Marcel to tell him about what he is going through, Alya does not want to be impressed too want to interfere in Marcel's affairs.

**

"You gotta talk, Mom."

Marcel was surprised by Sita's voice waiting for him to come home, and is now sitting in the living room.

Macel did not stop his steps, he did not even turn his head towards Sita who was now putting on a serious face.

"I'm tired, if you want to talk about my resignation plan at the company, we can talk about it another time, after all it's just a plan." Marcel said as he passed.

Two days ago he did express his intention to the father to resign from the company on the grounds of wanting to be independent, he does not want to work in a company whose shares are mostly owned by Sita's parents, his heart is so hot when Ivan makes fun of himself working at the mercy of the wife's family, it really hurt his pride.

Of course when he expressed that intention, his father was furious, he did not want Salim group he founded since the beginning moved into the hands of others even though it was into the hands of his family. He did not accept it even though the iron had a larger stake than himself in the company now.

Marcel believes that it seems like his father complained to Sita and asked for help from his favorite daughter-in-law to persuade Marcel to abandon his intentions.

"Mas, I know that you love another woman, that woman is named Alya, right?" Sita.

Sita's words this time turned out to be quite powerful, because it was able to make Marcel turn his body and walk back to get closer to him, with a look in the eyes as if he wanted to ask 'where do you know all that?'

"I know, even if I knew that you loved her so much, I could see the way you looked at her, treated her." Continue Sita again.

"You're spying on me? Did you do all that because you wanted to report it to my father? I assure you, don't ever try to nullify him in the slightest, or we're ruined together!" Furious Marcel with eyes reddened with anger felt his life was nosy by Sita.

"I did tell people to spy on you, but not for me to report to your father" I told Sita.

"What kind of place do you want?" Challenge Marcel.

"I just want to help you, that's all."

"Help me?" Marcel raised his eyebrows. "But I don't need your help or anyone!"

"Hmm, I envy her, she's a very lucky woman, because you seem to love her so much." Sita smiled faintly.

"No need to beat around the bush, tell me what you want!" Marcel is starting to get impatient.

"I just want to help you, help get your love, as my gratitude and penance to you because of our marriage" said Sita lirih, with his eyes now only fixed on the granite tiles of his house, he really could not if he had to face the sharp eyes of Marcel who continued to lock on to him, he really could not afford to face him, as if he was a creature that would threaten the safety of his soul and also Alya, the woman who was mentioned Sita was loved by Marcel.

"Why?"

"Because of relationships that hurt each other, it takes a reflection that is worth thinking about, what is it all to continue? Let's fix our relationship, because we can't be good husband and wife, what if we become good friends?" Sita said that now began to dare to talk a lot with Marcel, maybe this is a long conversation record between Sita and Marcel for one year of their marriage, because usually they only speak a word or two.