Pink pants
Secretly washed?

"Despite, you say here, even nyamperin again, ntar so slander people, where use call love everything, again." Alya's protest, half-roughly getting rid of Marcel's hand that had been perched on his shoulder, made his heart performance now chaotic, because it was racing very fast, he said, especially now that he is not really alone because he is actually waiting for Sita who happens to have an appointment to meet with her tonight.

What if Sita saw the incident earlier, she would feel very embarrassed and unpleasant in front of Sita because all this time she always kept denying and saying that she did not love Marcel.

Sure enough, a few minutes passed, Sita came to Alya who was still standing next to Marcel not far from the restaurant.

"You're here too, ma'am?" Shocked Sita who did not expect if Marcel was in that place as well, because previously Sita had warned her meeting in secret, even more so from Marcel.

"I just happened to pass by, and met Alya eating here." Answer Marcel honestly.

"Then you? Why are these nights here, are you leaving Daniel again?" Marcel continued in a somewhat angry tone.

"Ah, anu, I was so hungry, and so missed this restaurant, it just happened to be my favorite place a long time ago." Stuttering Sita looking for a reason.

"You can order it through the inter-messaging service, the reason you're too far-fetched." Ketus Marcel who seemed to know if what Sita said was only the reason for the woman, especially now Sita became more often left Daniel alone at home, especially now, so inevitably Marcel was the one who relented to wait for their son, because Marcel also felt lazy to question where Sita went which lately looks more busy, he was too lazy if it would trigger a long, endless debate with Sita.

"Hmm, well, then, I'll excuse you to go home." Pamit Alya does not want to arouse suspicion on Marcel if he actually made a deal with his wife in that place.

"I'll drive you," Marcel bargained.

"No, I've ordered an ojek online." Reject Alya reasoned, but he only wanted Marcel to leave immediately and he could immediately meet and talk with Sita.

Feeling annoyed by Sita's presence there, added to know Daniel who was again in the house by Sita just with a nanny, added Daniel, finally Marcel decided to immediately leave the place without forcing Alya again to be brought home by him.

After Marcel's car drives away, Sita codes Alya to follow him into her car, Sita feeling that inside her car is now the safest place for them to talk.

"Why is he with you? Did you tell the pad about our meeting and the letter to Marcel?" Accuse Sita with a face that looks a bit angry.

"I didn't tell your husband anything about the letter or our meeting, about how Mr. Marcel was with me, like what your husband said, it was just a coincidence." Alya said confirming what Marcel said to his wife.

"I have no problem with your meeting or your relationship with Marcel, I just don't want you to betray me by saying about the letter to Marcel. Where's the data I asked you for?" Sita held out her hand.

"Why not, I'm the son of the biggest stock owner there, don't I have a right to know?" Kilah Sita's.

"But can't you ask the accountant for the company, I'm not a Salim employee anymore?" Kelit Alya does not want to lose.

"Because I know that Marcel actually still hires you secretly as a corporate accountant, then if Marcel alone does not believe in the performance of accountants in his own company, then, why did I ask for data on him that might not be valid." Said Sita which of course makes Alya feel a little surprised because in silence it turns out there are many things that Sita knows, be it a company problem and others.

"I'm entitled to know about the company's finances, especially if later Marcel and I split up and the company will automatically be under the control of my hands." Sita continued trying to convince Alya and make Alya have no choice but to hand over the data to Sita which is true, he has the right in this case.

With a heavy heart Alya finally handed over a flash that he took out of the pouch that had been in his hand since, whether it was a right or wrong decision that Alya took, he said, it was just that right now he had no other choice but to give what Sita asked of him, instead, especially when it turns out that Sita also knows a lot about the company including about her who was re-employed by Marcel as a shadow accountant in the Salim group which so far only became a secret between her, he said, Marcel and also Darma, I don't know where Sita knew it from, or who leaked the matter, Alya can't think that far now either.

"It's an invitation to Salim's birthday party, I hope you'll be there the day after tomorrow." Sita.

Not only has Alya confused with Sita, now he is back in confusion, because Sita offers a golden invitation with the VIP GUEST on the cover. Indicating that he will sit in line with the board of directors if he is present at the Salim group birthday event, of course it is an honor for him, because of his experience while still an employee of the Salim group, he said, he only got an ordinary invitation, where he could only sit with other middle-class employees.

"I can't accept this, I may not be able to attend either, I'm not part of the Salim group anymore." Alya refused to return the invitation to Sita.

"I really hope you come to the show, I guarantee you won't regret coming to the show the day after tomorrow. Take it easy, even if you're no longer part of the Salim group, just consider yourself my special guest." Sita smiled misterus, a smile that even Alya could not interpret what a smile.

Alya accepted the invitation even though it was doubtful and full of question marks that she could not answer.

**

"How, is everything going well?" Ivan asked in the middle of his hot fondling on the woman.

"Of course, everything went very smoothly, you just need to watch how Marcel will be blamed by all shareholders during the annual report that will be delivered, he said, and he will also be embarrassed by the video that you have, you just need to sleep well and make your bunting wife was silent no act, he said, so that we can enjoy our moments of triumph that only count those days." The woman replied to Ivan's fondling with no less heat.

"You're really my smart phone, with its luxurious elegant shape, it's no shame when I take it anywhere, so I always want to pet you, you know, and most importantly you know me best and always manage to satisfy me." Ivan.

"Hahaha, of course, I will always be your smart phone and won't want to be a television that is just a decoration in your home!" The woman laughed.