Special Woman Owned by CEO
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The funeral procession has been carried out, Ayara helps Aina to do it. Surely with the permission of Cakra who had so wanted himself to immediately return to the mansion, but after he said everything. Cakra gave his permission, and did not forget to ask Ayara back after everything was finished.

"Andin, it's Ayara." Aina introduced Ayara to her sister.

"Andin brother, thank you for your help." Andin finds out that Ayara has helped them in the process of repatriation and funeral of the mother until it is finished.

"Together, Andin. Oh yes, sister Aina, Andin. I can't stay, because there's something I have to do. I'll be back here tomorrow." Ayara said to Aina when they were done with everything.

"It's okay, Ayara. We're the ones who should be very grateful to you, sorry if it's been troublesome." Aina was greatly helped by the presence of Ayara, the first meeting that was full of meaning.

Do not forget Ayara gave her other help, because it was a deposit from Cakra for them. It was rejected, because Aina felt it was already very troublesome for Ayara. Using another way that was none other than to put the deposit into the pocket of the clothes Aina was wearing at that time, then Ayara immediately passed with Jhony who was waiting for her.

Taking off all the guests present, now Aina with Andin cleared everything. Tiredness was very close to both of them, allowing the sister to rest first. Aina was briefly pensive when she wanted to tidy up the terrace of her house which had just been used to give prayers to the mother.

The silence felt so deep for Aina, her failed struggle to get help in her mother's treatment process. Making Aina shrouded in such great guilt, even though everyone knew of their situation.

"I'm sorry Aina, ma'am." That bowed face released all the burdens that had accumulated on his shoulders.

The dike made his shoulders tremble, covering his face with both palms. Aina vented all the flavors she had stored, looking strong in front of people yet so fragile when alone.

There was the sound of a step approaching Aina, where the woman was unaware of it as it dissolved into deep sadness.

"A tired of pretending to be strong?!" A heavy voice that he was familiar with, was heard in Aina's ears.

As soon as Aina wiped her tears, she did not want to see the person. Because right now, his soul and body are not doing well. Regardless of the presence of others, Aina moved out of her place and intended to enter her very simple house.

"I'm sorry, Aina."

Suddenly a hand had held her arm from her steps, Aina realized it was inappropriate. He tried to release the grip of the hand, but what power was lost greatly from the owner of the sturdy hand.

"Take off master, we're not mahram. You're not guilty of anything to us, it's inappropriate to say an apology." Not wanting to see who that person was, Aina continued to try to remove the hand from her.

"Enough Aina, don't make me more guilty like this!" Such a stern remark, made Aina flinch.

The woman's body slumped, Aina bent her legs and buried her face on her legs. With his hand still held by a man who is none other than Pedro. Aina's fist broke, her chest felt so tight to breathe.

Where he tried to forget the man who had so occupied his heart, which then disappeared after a misunderstanding without any explanation. Trying to find help for the mother's treatment that he had to get, but no one can help him. Because what is needed is very large in number, and the last way he has is to ask for help from men from his past.

Throwing all the selfishness in her, Aina tried to contact her. A destiny that brought him back together, he had not yet expressed the purpose of the meeting. The hard sentences he had obtained, with which he decided not to continue.

"Go, it's not good if men linger in women's homes." Said Aina who stood back up without turning her body.

"Just one time, I became the bo***oh guy who left you. But not for this moment and the next, I'll make up for everything Aina." Pedro held himself back from pulling Aina into his arms.

The two were silent for a while, where the hand was still intact. Having the same feelings but hindered by the selfishness of both, now only a sense of regret and guilt is left approaching both.

"Hey, just grieved. But you have done something inappropriate, you***fik!" Some women who turned out to see what had happened between the two of them, cursed with sentences of accusations that are quite spicy.

"Your mouth really should be taught a lesson." Pedro was full of emotion hearing the alleged accusations against them.

"Well, that's proof of holding a hand." Sufficient answer made the outpouring of anger Pedro peaked.

"You will receive the consequences!" Ketus Pedro then left Aina's house.

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Just as Ayara had set foot in the large mansion, a loud scream called out her name.

"Near!"

Suddenly, the owner of the name was looking for who mentioned his name so loudly. When the look in his eyes turned upward, the man in the wheelchair looked intently at him. He knew, Cakr couldn't possibly shout so loudly, because only Ayara knew the secret. If he's not the one who's screaming, then who is?

Suddenly someone from behind hugged her, the scent of a woman's perfume that was strong enough to attack her sense of smell.

"At last we meet again yeah, I'm really happy."

"Celine!" Kaget Ayara found it at this time.

"Hhmm, you go anywhere. I called but never connected, but. What are you doing here?" Celine was a little curious about the existence of Ayara in the Cakra mansion.

"I just work here." Ayara answered calmly.

"worked? How come I just found out, then we'll see each other often." Celine re-embraced Ayara's arm and invited her to accompany her to relax.

They talked long enough, because time was getting late. Making the two stop the conversation, Celine leaves and Ayara returns to meet Cakra.

The hand knocked on the door before opening and entering it, he saw Cakra still sitting in his wheelchair facing the window.

"Rest, it's late." Sapa Ayara who is now crouching in front of Cakra.

There was no answer from the cold man, Ayara did not care about it either. His body also felt tired, after a day of accompanying Pedro to the funeral of Aina's mother. Repeatedly he invited Cakra to speak, but the man was still with his initial attitude.

"You still want to be here? I want to rest, my head's a little throbbing." Ayara rose from her place as her head grew heavier.

When the foot stepped away, Cakra already held it. Making Ayara now fall on her lap, both their views meet.

"Satisfied to leave me alone?" The look got sharper.