
Lala's pair of legs stepped heavily. He wanted to hold back his tears but could not. The clear thread continued to forcefully break through until it fell on the floor. His head kept looking down, as if he was looking for his missing item.
“Nona Lala, please. Sir is waiting,” said the secretary opened the door. He already knew Lala's arrival from the receptionist.
Lala nodded silently, waltzing with shaky steps to stand right in front of a work desk so widely decorated with a pile of files. "Excuse me, Mister. Sorry to interrupt," muttered Lala in a soft voice.
The man behind the big table looked up, “You came alone? Where's your future husband?” tanya Tiger frowned.
Suddenly Lala knelt down, lowered her head with shaky shoulders. “Please me, Sir. Only you can help me,” he said in a raucous voice, ignoring Tiger's question.
“Hei! What the fuck? Wake up!” tiger shouted to his feet. Surprised by Lala's attitude which he thinks is excessive.
“You are the only person who can help me, Sir," Lala replied shaking her head several times.
Tiger exhaled a rough breath, “Iya! Aye! I help. You need what? Is there anything less? Just tell me how much nominal you need. There is no need to kneel like that. Awake, La! I am not a god or a God you should worship!” decak Tiger is upset.
“Please replace all my wedding documents,” pinta Lala with a fainter heart.
“What do you mean? You want to cancel the wedding?" beaver Tiger in the midst of his shock. How not? The marriage between his subordinates and his wife's confidant was in sight. But now suddenly asked to change the documents. Really, Tiger is not thinking.
"I beg you," pinta Lala again.
"You crazy, La?!" jolt Tiger with a high tone.
The room that had been quiet now boomed with Tiger's voice shriek. Lala bowed and grew sobbing.
Tiger loosened his tie, sat on the oversized chair then gulped down the white water that was on the table. The table, which was previously filled with alcohol, is now only filled with water because of his wife. The man grabbed his cell phone and asked his wife to come to the office.
Quietly, the two creatures in the room now did not speak to each other. Only Lala's sobs dominated. Tiger himself did not want to get more emotional if he let Lala keep talking.
Pull heels that hit hard and fast, echoing on the top floor of the Sebastian Group building. Jihan was in a hurry after getting word from Tiger who said there was an urgent matter. She was worried something might happen to her husband.
Jihan's eyes widened, her mouth gaping. “Lala! What the hell are you doing? What are you?” Jihan turned to look at her husband. “Tiger, what did you do to him until he was like this, huh?” the woman's jolt ruffled her waist. He will defend his confidant even if he has to deal with the husband.
“What, Honey? I did not say anything. Ask it yourself. His wish just makes my cup hot!” tiger grumbled not to accept.
Jihan turned her head when her hand was grabbed by Lala. His face and appearance were very messy. Her hair was also half wet. He crouched down and helped Lala stand up.
“Why are you, La?” Jihan hugged him.
Jihan certainly could not bear to see Lala slumped like that. Because the woman who accompanied him fought from scratch. Lala was invited to panting in the land of people, so that he could be as successful as now.
“Mistress,” muttered Lala with a hoarse voice. But her crying was breaking. Remember, the boss always warned to keep his honor until marriage. But what did he do? His regret is completely useless.
“Sit first yes,” invite Jihan who joined the glass, memapah the assistant sitting on the sofa of her husband's room. As long as they were together, wading through joy and sorrow, Jihan had never seen Lala cry to such an extent.
Jihan stroked Lala's head fondly, she already thought of him like a sister herself. Tiger scratched his forehead while taking a long breath. Not understanding the complexity of women's feelings. Therefore, immediately shifted the task to his wife.
After a while, Lala could already be calmer. He straightened his back squeezing Jihan's hands firmly. Her red eyes were mostly crying now highlighting right on the bead of Jihan who was in confusion.
“Mrs ...” Lala swallowed her saliva with great difficulty. His chest expanded and deflated firmly. “I want to resign,” he continued.
“What?!” jehan shouted thunderously.
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