The Prisoner Woman Mr. CEO
Part - 035

After driving Maryam to the store, Disha sat in the front seat accompanying Aslan. Aslan invited Disha to breakfast first.

Aslan smiled mischievously. "What's your breakfast this morning, miss?" aslan asked, replying to Disha's joke of calling her Master on the phone last night.

Disha rounded his eyes. His face suddenly nervous. He looked down, not daring to look at Aslan. "It's up to you, sir" he replied.

Aslan chuckled and shook in disbelief. "Geez, Miss Disha. It wasn't finished last night, was it? Haha."

"Hehehe. 'And I respect the superior, sir," said Disha, staring at Aslan at a glance.

"Yes, we eat at my gudeg rice stall and just Mr. Toni, yes!"

"Ready, Master!"

The car stopped in front of the food stall. Aslan ran to open the door for Disha. It did seem trivial, but to Disha, the treatment was very special for her. Although finally remembered back to Iyan, the former lover and fiancee.

"We're in now, Miss?" asked Aslan with welcoming hands.

Then, Disha bent down at a glance and said, "Alright. Go, Master!"

The two had breakfast together. After that, Aslan returned to drive the car to the production plant. Aslan is in the beauty business. All of them he produced his own, taking one of the beauty doctors who have been registered as well. Some products from his company include; soap, shampoo and body lotion.

"Disha, there's a new product to be launched" Aslan said as she continued to focus on driving.

Disha turned to Aslan and asked, "What product is it, sir?"

Aslan smiled faintly, inexhaustible with his secretary. "There will be a scrub with three different variants and benefits. It's still in the manufacturing stage."

"Well, hopefully later our new products can penetrate the beauty market yes, sir!" said Disha, girang.

"Hopefully, Disha," said Aslan, turning a glance and smiling at Disha.

Arriving at the production plant, Aslan and Disha are busy observing the manufacture of the scrub that will be launched in the near future. Every now and then, Disha smelled the scent of the three stripes. Everything has a special aroma, for Disha.

"You know what, Disha? This scrub has a lot of people who are after it. Starting from the hotel that provides a place for a spa and some beauty salons," Aslan said while continuing to monitor work at the factory with Disha. The two are walking side by side.

"Well, that's good news, sir. I just found out, Sir."

"It's okay, Disha. Most of them, do not want to be expected to approach you because you are beautiful. Very beautiful, Disha," said Aslan, staring fixedly at her beloved woman.

Disha stared back at Aslan, astonished. "Huh? What does that mean, sir? Why would that be?"

Aslan who realized that he had spoken wrongly, immediately turned his face away and rubbed his face rough. "Ah, that's okay. Never mind, don't think too much. Come on, let's continue our work here!"

"Yaaa alright, sir!"

Both of them also resumed the activity that became their purpose to come to that place. Both of them wore special clothes to enter the production plant. Shortly after, they entered the beauty doctor's room in the factory.

Aslan talked about the scrub that he would soon launch. Starting from the design of the bottle, color and image, to determine the price of the scrub. Not to forget, Disha recorded all the results of the discussion earlier.

"All right, young Doctor. I say good luck, good luck to us!" aslan said, raising his clenched hand.

Even with the young doctor, he participated in doing, what Aslan did. While Disha just applauded and smiled at the two people who were struck by the spirit of four-five.

***

The sound of knocking from outside Aslan's room, making him the one who was focusing on doing tasks on the laptop, turned to look at the door and replied, "Come in!"

After the door closed again, Disha stood in front of Aslan's desk.

"Good day, sir. This is a summary of the results of the discussion that we will launch earlier. I've printed," said Disha, handing over some sheets of paper.

Aslan also received the sheet of paper. "Alright, Disha. Thank you." Thank you."

"Together, Sir. Excuse me first."

Aslan nodded with a smile. "Okay, Disha. Welcome back to work."

Disha replied to Aslan with a smile and nodded. Then, he turned around and went out of Aslan's room.

Disha, who had sat back in front of the computer, again struggled with his work. Every now and then, he receives a call from the person who wants to make an appointment with Aslan. Not to forget, he checked Aslan's schedule today and for tomorrow.

Not felt, lunch hour has changed to the hour home office. Aslan, who had walked out of her room, approached Disha's desk. He wants to take Disha home.

"Ehm! Disha, let me drive you home, " said Aslan, a little groggy.

Disha looked up, looking at Aslan. He was saving some of his stationery and work. "Emc ... Is it okay, sir?"

"If I invite, it's okay, Disha."

Disha was embarrassed. "That's fine, sir." Disha grabbed her bag, and immediately stood up. Then, he said, "Come, sir ...."

Aslan and Disha walked side by side towards the elevator, to get down to the lobby. Then, Aslan told Disha to wait in the lobby alone.

While waiting for the arrival of Aslan ....

"Hi, Disha! How are you today? Must be getting impatient to get the title of Mrs Aslan soon, right?"

Disha's eyes were round, knowing who had greeted him. Elma, he's the one who greeted Disha.

"Why shut up, Disha? Is what I said right, hm?" Elma put on her cynical face. Engraved an understatement smile from his lips.

Disha tries to calm down, so that he can answer all of Elma's words. Disha took a deep breath. "Sorry, I don't have to answer anything."

"Oh, means what I said is true dong. Haha. You are a hypocrite!" Elma opened and showed Disha her phone. "Look at this, Disha!"

Disha looks at the phone that is being shown to her. Apparently, Aslan was having dinner with Elma. Disha did not want to take heart, but somehow, he felt a little hurt looking at the photo.

"You're surprised, Disha? This is a photo of us when we were close. Before there was you!"

"Sorry, Miss Elma. I don't want to interfere in your affairs. I'm just a woman who, incidentally, asked Mr. Aslan to be her life partner.

If Miss Elma objected, please Miss speak to Mr. Aslan. In a moment, he will come here" said Disha with low intonation, but full of emphasis.

It made Elma inflamed. His face was red with hunting breath. "Ck! How arrogant of you, Disha! If Aslan hadn't known you, he would have chosen me first. You brash woman!"

Elma approached with her hands raised, wanting to forcefully pull Disha's hair. Suddenly, Elma's hand is held by someone.