The Prisoner Woman Mr. CEO
Part - 015
"Excuse me ...!" said a woman, who suddenly, was already near where Aslan was standing.
Aslan and Clara looked at each other, with a look of disbelief. The two are shocked by Sisca's sudden presence.
"Sorry, I came here, to say something," said Sisca, staring at Aslan and Clara alternately. "This ...," Sisca picked up her cell phone, then heard a conversation.
"Of course you know who the owner of the voice was" said Sisca, who then put the phone back in the bag.
"Is that Mr. Iyan's voice?" ask Aslan curiously.
Clara just stood still, without taking out a word. He was afraid of speaking wrongly. Every now and then, Clara glanced at Sisca.
"Yes, Mr. Aslan .. that was the voice of my future husband, Iyan," replied Clara.
"Oh, so. It doesn't matter, Mom. I can handle all that." Aslan replied with a smile at the end of the sentence.
That made Sisca a little upset. In addition to being called 'Bu Sisca', he also felt, that Aslan was underestimating Iyan too much.
"I can only warn. The rest, it's up to you, hopefully nothing unwanted happens ...!" sisca, with a cold and haughty look.
"Ready, Mom! thank you," replied Aslan and Clara, compact.
Sisca turned around, and waltzed away, leaving two people still astonished. Sisca's steps were slightly pummeled, as her heart was being tempered. Then, he turned his head back, and gave a dismissive grin.
Aslan approached Clara, and asked, "He's why, Clara?"
"Where do I know, sir," replied Clara, raising her shoulders.
Aslan put his shoulders together, and poked his lips. Then, he left Clara who was still busy cleaning her desk.
Soon, Clara came home, after her desk was tidy. Not to forget, he brought a notebook for dinner later. Clara also took one empty spray bottle, to make her anti-perfection liquid.
"Well .. if I make antiseptic liquid, I will be safe from Iyan" muttered Disha, softly, with a face full of confidence.
***
"Slow down, Nduk ...!" maryam said, reminding her daughter.
"Yes yes, Mom. It's also slow, really," said Clara.
Then, Aslan walked into the house, dudu and conversed in the living room with Maryam. About ten minutes later, Clara finally came out of her room.
Short-sleeved dress, which shows the back, and is the right size on the body, became Clara's choice tonight. With the maroon red color, and the length of the dress was limited to the knee, making Aslan's eyes continue to look in amazement at Clara.
"We're leaving now, Mas Aslan?" clara asked, while walking closer to Aslan.
"Eh, wait a minute! Ma'am, doesn't Clara have a coat?"
Clara and Maryam, frowning. "Outcoat?" clara and Maryam were astonished, simultaneously.
"Y-yes, coat. Clara's going to wear a dress like this," replied Aslan, a little hesitant.
Then Maryam turned around, got Clara a coat. "This is the coat, Nduk. That's right Nak Aslan said, you should wear a coat!" said Maryam, while putting a coat on her daughter.
"Yes! I'm leaving first, Mom!" clara said, after kissing the back of Maryam's hand.
Maryam smiled. "Be careful on the road, and remember this ... Don't be late at home!"
"Okay, Queen Mother!" answer Clara and Aslan, compact.
***
Taking a trip of about thirty minutes, finally Aslan and Clara arrived at their destination. Aslan opens the car door for Clara. It made Clara become reminded of the sweet treatment of Iyan.
Aslan reached out her hand, to help Clara get out of the car. Clara received Aslan's hand. Afterwards, Aslan and Clara walked together, entering the restaurant.
"Hi ... Beautiful aunt and Om handsome, may you always be happy!"