THE SECOND MARRIAGE
RELAPSING

4 Years later ...

"Ananda! Ananda!" Fadila walked around looking for the whereabouts of someone in his car.

"Ananda!"

"Mommy!"

Fadila turned her head when she heard the call from the familiar voice.

"Oh, my goodness. Where have you been?" Fadila approached her son and brought him into her arms.

"Sorry, Mom. I saw the little master walking towards the elevator alone. So I went and said the little lord was thirsty. We went to the kitchen together because little master wanted to come along." An OB looked down while explaining.

"Yes, it's okay. You can go, thank you for taking care of my son." Fadila smiled kindly at her subordinates.

"There's a problem, ma'am. Little master is so adorable, I love it."

The OB immediately left the mother and the child.

Fadila brought her son into her room because she still had work to do.

"You're getting naughty now." Fadila dropped her son off on the sofa and sat there too.

"I'm not naughty" said Ananda staring at her plain mama.

"Yes, Mami's son is not naughty. Now you must rest, for it is day and time to sleep." Fadila puts milk in a glass on her child.

Ananda drank the milk in the glass and immediately hugged her mother tightly.

Fadila patted Ananda's butt while doing the job. It was common for Fadila to work while holding her sleeping child.

What's more now, Dwi and Sinta are there work out companies replacing Fadila.

4 Years have passed, companies that were once small and almost bankrupt have now succeeded and are able to compete with other companies that are more powerful.

Fadila and his two friends were able to build the company. Although many trials that must be faced when the beginning they began to work in the company that runs in the field of jewelry design.

Tok tok tok tok

"Lake in."

"Sorry, Mom. Representatives of the AR companies we're working with would like to meet." Secretary Fadila told.

"Where are they now?" Ask Fadila.

"In the waiting room, Mom."

"Please let them in."

Secretary Fadila came out to call their guest. While Fadila finished his work a little more finished.

Afterwards Fadila took the sling beside her. Fadila always carried Ananda and carried her child where she went when the child was sleeping.

Not how long the door was back on tap, Fadila said while cleaning the table so as not to look messy.

"Please sit down, sir." Fadila invited his guests while moving his laptop and the files he had been working on.

Even Ananda's body was still clinging to his chest with a sling.

"Sorry, it's making Gentlemen uncomfortable." Fadila sat down after she finished moving her work.

One man sat on the sofa, the other stood. Maybe he's his assistant, Inner Fadila.

"If I may know, is there any need for you to come to our company? Is there a problem with our cooperation?" Fadila spoke firmly and authoritatively.

"There is no problem with the cooperation, I came here because I want to offer another project. For sure the value of the profit will be even greater." The handsome man in front of Fadila made a sound.

"May I see the proposal, sir?" Pinta Fadila's.

The man who stood directly forward handed the map to Fadila.

Fadila read and learned what was written there.

While Fadila was pursuing the file in his hand. The man in front of him looked seriously at Fadila.

"Are you sure you're handing over this cooperation with us?" Fadila's voice shocked the lria in front of her.

"What's up, Mister?" Fadila asked as she saw the man in front of her squealed.

"I entrust this great project to your company because I believe. You, will not disappoint me with the result. Just like our other collaborations."

Fadila nodded in understanding, because for the past 2 years they worked together. Fadila company always gives very satisfactory results.

Although Fadila is not a graduate of design school, but the mother of one child is very good at designing jewelry designs. And also control the company that is very calculated.

"Alright, we won't disappoint, you sir." Fadila smiled professionally at the man in front of her.

"I want you to design the jewelry right away, Miss." Her request.

"Alright, I'll design it myself and contact you again as soon as it's done later. Before, may I know what kind of design you want for the jewelry?"

"I just want something new and different. Jewelry whose design is suitable for young and old."

Fadila nodded in understanding with the wishes of the man in front of her.

"All right, Mr. Arnan. I've understood your point. Hope our cooperation times don't disappoint you." Fadila greeted Arnan, whom the man replied.

"It's nice to work with you too, Miss."

Arnan stood up and was about to leave from there before a small voice stopped his steps. Although not calling him, but Arnan was interested to look.

"Daddy!" Ananda who was awake saw that there was someone else in his mother's room immediately made a sound when the person was about to leave.

What he thought was just his daddy that he had never seen. Although still 3 years old, Ananda has a smart and wise mind.

"Daddy, don't be a bully. Do not leave atu," said Ananda looking at Arnan who was staring at him in silence.

"Son, he's not daddy. You can't just call someone else." Fadila swung her body slowly hoping that her son would sleep again.

"Daddy, Mommy. That's daddy." Ananda moved to be with Arnan who was still standing still.

"Sorry, Sir. My son is always like this when he wakes up, sorry to make you uncomfortable."

Fadila, who believes that Arnan does not know what he says in Indonesian, apologizes for his discomfort.

Fortunately he did not know what Anan said, Fadila's mind was relieved.

What else is the man in front of him a bule, who may know Indonesian.

"No problem, I'm going first." Arnan walked away from Fadila's room with a heavy heart.

Somehow the cute face of the child in the sling of Fadila made him look in the shadows. On hearing the hysterical screams from Fadila's child. Arnan stopped his new steps opening the door.

"Daddy! Don't pelgi ... Don't daddy ... Anan itut daddy ..."

"Anan, don't be like this, baby. This is Mommy, son. There's no daddy here." Fadila tried to calm her son who was suddenly hysterical in his arms.

Forced Fadila to let go of her sling and held Anan with both hands.

"You daddy ... Want daddy, Mam." Anan was still crying and screaming.

"Daddy, you don't exist, baby. It's just, Mommy." Fadila clutched her son and kissed Anan's forehead dear.

Her heart ached so much to see her son crying hysterically like this. Just this time Fadila's son wanted a Daddy so badly that he cried.

"Sorry, can I hold her? Maybe she's missing her daddy right now." Fadila stared in shock at the whereabouts of Arnan who was still in his room even nearby.

And how can the man speak Indonesian fluently? Think Fadila.

Just now he was sure that Arnan could not speak Indonesian. Now he was surprised by the fluency of the man's language.

"Can? Your son is getting hysterical."

Fadila was aware of Arnan's true speech. Even now Anan was in his arms and wanted to move.

Anan moved the sling to Arnan who had been called daddy by the little boy.

"Don't be a jogger, Daddy. Anan promised not naughty," said the little man who was hiccuping.

"As long as Anan is silent, Daddy won't go."

Fadila and Assistant Arnan stared in disbelief at what they were seeing right now.

Arnan is notoriously cold to those around him who are not close to him. Can persuade small children to be silent, even cradling Anan who looks comfortable in his carrier.