The Married With Dangerous Boy
31. Zafran

Zafran massaged his temple. This time, his head almost exploded. Meeting as CEO of a company is not easy. He must make a wise decision.

Moreover, this is the first time Zafran has been named as the main CEO after his papa promoted him a few hours ago.

At a very young age, he must be sensitive to business problems. Although he is still in High School and does not have a certificate of graduation, but because of the genius of Zafran, the employees of his company pay respect to him.

"So this is the marketing strategy that we will do." Said Zafran secretary, his name is Seto, his age is far above Zafran.

Of course as CEO of the company, Zafran does not need to put out a lot of words. He only needs to convey to the secretary who will do his orders.

One of the members raised his hand. They're watching. "Who is the model that will star in our product?"

Seto glanced at Zafran, the guy sat up straight while clearing his throat. "Product models follow," he said firmly.

"If I may advice, I suggest the model is Nana Datuwani. He has a huge influence on the public" he said.

Zafran raised one eyebrow. Why should that person suggest someone Zafran wants to avoid?

Seto glanced back at Zafran. He is waiting for his approval.

"Thank you for the advice, but I already have a candidate for our product model candidate."

"What is Nana Datuwani, Mr Zafran?" ask Harjo.

"Of course not."

...***...

The man closed his eyes and lay down on his soft work chair. He caught his breath a little. The first meeting succeeded. Just carry out his marketing strategy.

The sound of the door pushing open. Zafran kept his eyes closed. Because he already knew who had entered without having to ask his permission.

"Where was the meeting, son?"

"Good, Pa."

Gun stood beside Zafran. The guy didn't open his eyes. He still faithfully calms his mind. Gun took the documents from the meeting this afternoon. He's unlocked. Her smile expands knowing her son's excellent potential for the future of their company.

Gun closes the document. He hit Zafran's shoulder several times. "Good job."

Zafran pulled the corner of his lips.

"You take a break, we'll meet an important client later in the day. Don't forget to think carefully who our product model is, the day after we return to Jakarta."

"Why don't you go home, Pa?" asked Zafran to open his eyes.

"Cannot. Because we still have interests."

Zafran let out a long breath. In just two days, he missed Alesha a lot. Too bad his phone was seized by Gun so that Zafran could focus on his first job as a CEO.

"You miss Alesha?"

Zafran sat up straight. He drank up to half the water. "Pastill. Is Dad not the same as Mama?"

Gun nodded. "Kangen it,"

"Jude, let's go home,"

"Can't dong, Zafran."

"Why? Didn't Papa miss Mama?" zafran Protest.

Gun nodded his head a few times. "Yes, but Papa just had a video call with Mama."

Zafran. He looked at his father not accepting. "Why can Papa and Zafran not?"

"You need to focus on work."

"But, Pa.."

"Already, no buts. If you go home, you will feel the joy of meeting your wife. Because if we stay away and rarely report, surely the longing will be stronger and you will love each other more."

"Zafran disagreed. Where there's such a principle, Pa. At least this Zafran told Alesha."

Gun shook his head. "Ti-dak. You take it easy, Papa told Papa's son-in-law about you."

Zafran clucked slowly. He was free to argue with his father. There will be no end. Especially if it is about work.

...***...

As Alesha cleaned up her room, she accidentally found a shabby paper stored in the dry garbage. The paper fell on the floor and when Alesha picked it up she recalled the memory of the first time Zafran had taken her out of the hospital at the time.

"Gue accepts this match, but that doesn't mean you have to know everything about me. After marriage, I have a requirement for you,"

Alesha's eyebrows fused together. "Condition? What's?"

The girl developed a smile reading the terms that Zafran had never shown her. It is written that Alesha should be the only wife for Zafran.

**Marriage Terms.

Being the Last Wife

Being the Only Wife

Being the Mother of the Sons of Zafran.

A marriage that occurs only once**

The girl chuckles amusedly. Can-can be of the five conditions, all contents like that. Wouldn't it be simpler to write it just by writing to be a wife and mother to my child forever ?

"Zafran - zafran, did not expect bad boy like you can write like this." Alesha Laughter.

The girl folded it up and kept it in her memory box. The lipstick Martha gave her was the same. He only wears it once and keeps it as a memory.

After cleaning the house. Alesha went to the back garden. Water the newly planted flowers with Yuni. The middle-aged woman had come home because there was a show at her home.

Yuni had invited Alesha to come, but she refused because she wanted to clean the house before Zafran came home. Yuni was a little disappointed at first, but eventually accepted.

Alesha put a hose on the faucet. Then turn on the sanyo and water it while enjoying the music. Seeing jasmine flowers he remembered tulips that he did not get.

Alesha exhaled slowly. "Where is the fate of my tulips?"

...***...

Seto opened the door for Gun and Zafran in the passenger section. Then he sat down at the wheel.

"Have the client arrived yet, Set?" ask Gun.

Seto shook his head slowly. "Not yet, he's still on his way."

Gun mangosteen. He turned towards Zafran who closed his eyes. That guy looks really tired. How not, until 3 am he has not slept because he thought about how he took his phone.

Seto who he told to buy a new hp the money was taken by Gun. Because Seto was caught going to the counter hp.

Actually Gun's intention is only to justify it, and hopefully if when his son comes home will know what it feels like when treating longing with a partner.

Gun just obeyed Yuni's orders. The woman wanted Zafran to have a romance with Alesha if they hadn't met and spent time together.

Even if it's a little bit of inner torment, but this is the best way for their future.

Along the way, Zafran slept. Breathing regular. The journey from the hotel to the destination takes an hour. Enough for Zafran to rest his body.

After a while, they finally arrived. Gun woke Zafran.

"Zafran, wake. We've arrived."

Zafran stretched his muscles. His eyes were open narrow. He rubbed his eyes.

"Come," take Gun.

"You guys first. Zafran's going to the toilet."

Gun nodded. Then he went first with Seto, his secretary who is now also a Zafran secretary.

Zafran stayed in the car for a long time. He finally got out and rushed into the toilet. He washed his face.

Zafran saw his perfect good looks in front of the mirror. He repeatedly let out a rough breath.

"How do I let him?" his monologue.

"Gue hasn't asked her. Want or not to be my company's product model."

"Gue has to figure out how, tomorrow is the deadline."

Zafran rubbed his face in a huff. To avoid a woman named Nana Datuwani becoming a model, he will ask others who will be his model.

But Zafran did not know how to persuade him. He never begged anyone.

"Think of it later, now I have to meet an important client first."

Zafran justifies his tie. Once tidy, he exits the toilet and catches up with Gun. Gun was already seen in front of him, and Zafran made sure the two pairs of husband and wife who were behind him were his clients.

Zafran exhaled a rough breath. He calms his nervousness. Zafran developed a smile.

"Zafran, here!"

Zafran. Both of his clients looked back. Zafran stopped walking. The guy was shocked and astonished to see who his client was. His smile faded instantly. His gaze turned sharp and serious.

"Sin'ana?"

"Hey, Zafran. We'll see you again."

Tbc...