The Wrong Seed Addresses The Casanova
The Nausea that Continues.

"Where else are we going?" ishana asked as soon as they got out of the cafe.

"I still have a job, so I have to go back to the office" said Sakya trying to let go of her hand held by Ishana.

"Yes, even though I want to ask accompanied by the streets again," said Ishana still clinging to Sakya spoiled.

While Sakya, trying her hardest to hold her breath, got too close like this to Ishana, the nausea returned.

"Other times yes, I really have to go back to the office today" said Sakya trying to be casual, even though she really felt nauseous.

Sakya leads Ishana into her car, she turns around and sits behind the steering wheel, wearing a seatbelt.

"Well, oh yeah he said you'd like to play in my apartment, so when?" ishana asked looking at him with a seductive look.

Like a cat who saw a fresh fish in front of him, Sakya smiled obliquely at the speech in the form of an invitation.

"Unfortunately I'm still really busy, Papa I asked me to focus first on the work at the office, but you're calm if I'm free, I'll definitely play there," sakya said with a flirtatious blink of her eyes.

"Alright, I hope that time will come soon," Ishana said in a teasing tone.

They stared at each other and smiled, without feeling the distance between them getting thinner, even their faces almost stuck.

When Ishana starts to close her eyes, ready to receive a ci*man from Sakya, Sakya suddenly stops her movements and immediately silences her mouth with her hands.

The nausea became increasingly, he immediately distanced his body from Ishana sitting upright in his chair, then set his breath so that the nausea was lost again.

"Why?" ishana asked with a face that did not like because she saw Sakya's behavior.

"It's okay, I'm just a little bit nauseous" said Sakya, shaking her head involuntarily, with her words.

Ishana's face grew sour, hearing that, she then threw her face aside.

"Eh, I don't mean that, it seems like I'm not feeling well so a little nauseous, maybe my stomach acid is up again" said Sakya.

"Oh yeah, run the car instead of you having to work again" Ishana said lazily.

"Yes." Yeah." Sakya starts to run the car.

While on the way no one would open his voice, Sakya occasionally glanced at the woman beside him, knowing that she must have been offended by what she said earlier.

In accordance with the plan earlier, Sakya drove Ishana to the woman's apartment, as soon as she arrived in front of the lobby of Isyana apartment building, Sakya stopped her car.

"Sorry for what I just did not mean to offend you" said Sakya, holding Ishana down from her car.

"Yes that's okay, sorry I was just a little uncomfortable with your attitude" Ishana said looking at Sakya and holding the man's hand holding her.

"You're not wrong, if that's what you go down, and for the streets, now you're walking alone is okay, right? Let me transfer some money for you to take a walk." Sakya put on her best smile to charm the woman.

Ishana smiled shyly because of that, she then gave a faint nod with her head bowed, making Sakya anxious.

"Yes, if so I go down first, see you later" said Ishana.

"OK, later I will tell you that I have some more free time, then we will go for a walk" said Sakya.

"Yes, ' Ishana nodded and smiled.

After that he got off the car owned by Sakya, he waved his hand by putting a big smile on Sakya who began to run back his car.

Sakya runs her car back to her office, whistling with a smile that keeps on flirting at her wooing lips.

However, moments later his smile suddenly disappeared, when he remembered the incident in his car earlier, how he suddenly felt nauseous when he was about to kiss Ishana.

"It's definitely all because I met the bar-bar woman, so I can act weird like that" Sakya said, recalling the Larei she had seen.

Not long after, the car arrived at the court of a company called Wist Group, the largest company in the country.

The company engaged in real estate is quite successful, even now has built more than ten branches in some cities and even abroad.

Sakya walks with her light steps, heading to her room, she occasionally nods when meeting the employee who greets her.

Just as Sakya was about to enter her room, Dendra, her assistant secretary, came to her until she stopped her steps.

"Alright, let's go straight there," said Sakya back turned and stepped back.

Dendra nodded obediently and followed Sakya's steps to go to the meeting room on the other floor.

As soon as they entered the room, Sakya held her breath again as her nose swelled out the scent of the perfume that was so pungent.

Various scents of perfume made his stomach feel shaken again, so it felt like he wanted to turn around and leave the room, but once his gaze collided with his papa, he was forced to stop his steps.

Finally, with a heavy heart, he continued his steps and sat down in an empty chair, right next to his father who was sitting in the leader's chair.

"Alright, now we should start the meeting" said a 53-year-old man in a firm and authoritative voice.

Fahar Wistara is Sakya's father, a man who still looks dashing and very authoritative at the age of the mature enough.

Sakya who felt not strong with that pungent scent, immediately took out the handkerchief that was in her pocket, she used it to cover her nose.

Surprisingly the perfume that stings and interferes with the sense of smell, is a woman's perfume, she does not feel that good when smelling a man's perfume.

"I'm sorry, I'm not well enough so my nose is a bit troubled, I forgot to wear a mask" Sakya said, seeing strange gazes from people there, including her father.

"Alright, continue again," Fahar ordered as they stopped having been a while.

Sakya is now better, because smelling perfume from her handkerchief can disguise the aroma of other perfumes.

After an hour later, the meeting was over, Fahar asked everyone who was there to disperse leaving the room in an orderly manner.

Now only Sakya and her father and Zaidan's assistant papa and Dendra are still sitting next to them.

"What happened to you, wasn't you okay" Fahar said, looking at him in surprise.

"I'm fine Pa, just my nose is a little troubled" Sakya said casually.

"So far from where you came from, instead of Papa saying if we're going to meet, why you can be late" Fahar said in a more firm voice.

"Sorry Pa, I finished lunch outside" said Sakya, looking at her father regretfully.

"Lunch, or meet your women again" Fahar said.

"I only have one boyfriend Pa" said Sakya.

Fahar rolled his eyes hearing his son's words, he of course knew how his son behaved when outside the house.

"How can it be called a girlfriend, if it can not last up to three months," Fahar lamented. "Until when do you want to be like this, you have to remember your responsibilities, stop playing around and act like an adult," continued Fahar, trying to give understanding to his son.

"Yes Pa, I'll be serious about running this company, Papa take it easy" Sakya said as he stood up.

"Where are you going, papa hasn't finished talking" Fahar said, not liking Sakya to leave when he wasn't done talking.

"Sakya there's still Pa's work." Sakya came out waving her hands without paying any attention to her papa's words anymore.

"I'm sorry, sir" said Dendra, looking down.

"Go away" Fahar told Dendra.

Now only Fahar and Zaidan left in the room, Fahar can only shake his head, see his son who still likes to play games like.

"How can the child change, do you have Zai's advice?" fahar asked looking at his assistant seriously.

"There are, in fact, but either you will listen or you will not" Zaidan said.

"What?"

"How about you betrothed a young master, who knows with him getting married can make him turn into more mature and more serious in taking care of work.

"Stupid him," murmured Fahar weighing the suggestion.

"Yes, sir, with a young family master, besides being able to eliminate his habit of playing with women, he can also definitely focus more on his work in the company" said Zaidan.

Fahar was just a mangosteen, weighing the advice carefully, he himself was tired of advising his son to stop his behavior.