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Intentions come to seduce her ex-husband who had been ignored, it turns out Emran can not be swayed by all persuasion the ex-wife, the ex-wife, who, although in the recesses can not be lied to if he also miss Soraya, but the logic he must keep the way, to not be inedible seduction death commonly appointed by Soraya, but, he forgot his ex-wife's mistakes.

“If you want to visit our child please, but don't expect me to refer you. And one more thing is not to force Athallah if he does not want to be close to you, you should learn how to approach yourself to children, not just like that,” concluded Emran. After he spoke, the man got up and went upstairs to get ready for the office.

The beautiful face of the woman looked annoyed. “Kak Emran, how come I was just left behind. I'm not done talking to you!” yelled at Soraya to make it sound clear.

“I have to go to the office!” emran from a distance.

Soraya clucked in annoyance. “I must not fail, I must be able to re-refer with Kak Emran. Ck .. I should have refused when it was divorced, because divorced with Kak Emran even job deserted! Looks like I'll have to find another way for Emran to come back to me, but what?” murmured Soraya herself, while looking at the second floor.

Emran who was on the second floor before entering his room, for a moment his neutrality stopped to see the door of his son's room, and decided to check the state of his son.

Sounded with melodious singing of shalawat as Aurelia put Athallah to sleep on the bed, the little boy's netra seemed to start riyep-riyep lulled with Aurelia's voice.

“Hemm ..” dehem Emran, the young woman looked back at her shoulder, looking for the source of the voice.

“Master, how can I help you?" aurelia asked so quietly, afraid that her voice would wake up Athallah who had just closed his eyes.

“I ask for your mobile number, so I can contact you to check the state of my son,” pinta Emran with his flat expression.

Aurelia's face seemed confused to answer, but it had to be answered as it was. “Sorry Sir, my phone missed at home and .. My phone is old fashioned so it is less convenient to receive a phone call.”

Emran knitted his forehead and looked astonished by Aurelia's answer, what new thing that made him surprised, this morning saw the house is good and there is a car then now say his phone is old, old-fashioned, is it true that today there are still people using old-fashioned phones. But in appearance that Emran saw this morning was Aurelia like a person who did not have.

“You didn't lie’ if your phone is old?” tanya Emran is still investigating the net.

The young woman slightly raised her face, and looked somewhat unswervingly at her master who was still standing before her, while she sat on the edge of the bed, as he still rubbed the back of Athallah.

“Do what I lie Sir, if I happen to bring it I will show,” Aurelia replied so slowly and there is fear.

The man let out a long sigh, but still looked at the face of Aurelia who was now looking back at her son. “If you are tired can follow the break when my child sleeps.”

Aurelia again turned her face a bit dumbfounded by her master's words just now, yes even though she did not get too deep into the heart, but did not expect that the cold man was also attentive with his employees. “Thank you Sir,” answer briefly Aurelia.

The man stepped forward towards the bed of Athallah, seeing the movement of his master, Aurelia shifted herself. Emran rubbed his son's hair and kissed Athallah's forehead.

“I ask you to always monitor my son even though he is with his Mommy,” pinta Emran.

“Good Sir,” replied obediently Aurelia.

Time keeps rolling from minutes to hours everyone has returned to their respective activities. Emran is back busy with his work in the office, while Soraya chooses to return to his agency office rather than meet her son in the room, while Aurelia is busy taking care of her small employer.

What about Dhafi? today he is not allowed to go to work because he still accompanies his parents and in-laws who are still at his home, while Faiza was forced by Dhafi to enter work and did not need to reason to accompany her at home, which there would add to the suspicions of her family alone.

Actually Dhafi also did not feel at home because Bu Hana did not stop giving lectures so that his household was harmonious and away from the word cheating and actors. Every speech of Bu Hana entered the right ear and then came out of his left ear, only the face of his pretence was shown by Dhafi and the word yes.

BUGS!

“AAWW!” faiza screams, when her body was made to collide accidentally with the body of Emran who was so dashing.

Cup coffe brought by Faiza who was still in a state of heat once turned to float into the air and fell wet his own face, seen Faiza flutter and grimace in pain because her face was doused in hot coffee, reddened Faiza's face, ready to blister her facial skin.

Emran, who was hit by Faiza, was seen bowing his head to check his condition, and the suit was hit by a splash of coffee instead of splashed like Faiza. Then Emran raised his face and saw Faiza's face.

“AAWW ... HEAT ... HOT,” cried Faiza while shaking her face with both hands. Adam, who happened to be carrying a shopping bag and had a bottle of mineral water, opened the bottle and splashed on Faiza's face as his first aid, Netra Emran just stared.

“Adam how many people have deliberately crashed themselves into my body?” emran asked so coldly as Faiza looked at him.

It was unfortunate that Emran got an incident like this, not once or twice the women sought his attention, but unfortunately failed everything, there was Emran ignored him.

“It looks like this will be the 100th, Mr. Emran,” Adam replied while remembering.

“Tell him if the work is right, don't be too much behavior if you still want to work here for a long time!” reprimand Emran firmly.

Faiza added excited to hear it, the intention of wanting to seek the same attention of the owner of the company, but he got bad luck on him.

The handsome man flicked his suit, then passed it by, don't expect the man to ask for a wound on Faiza's face and give her treatment money, which there was a stern rebuke. Because it was clear that Faiza was doing it intentionally, and many eyes were looking.

Some of the women who happened to be in the lobby approached Faiza who was still standing with her heart upset, they looked at Faiza's appearance as waiters. “Mbak ... Mbak so do not mess with Mr. CEO, will not use how to find his attention, will not Mr. CEO give his attention. Be aware!” sindir one, one of the women and followed by the laughter of the other woman.

“Basic, less you all!” faiza growled, then she complained because her face hurt.

Not always all plans and desires always succeed Faiza, especially with certain intentions, so enjoy your face that begins to redden and will blister for a long time, do not forget to ask for money to buy skincare with your betel's husband.

Two hours passed, Emran had already returned to the mansion pass before seven p.m. The man's steps seemed to rush to his son's room, after which he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief after seeing the figure he hoped was still in his son's room.

“This is for you,” said Emran while thrusting a paperbag with a picture of an apple bitten from behind the young woman's back, Aurelia was shocked.

“Eh satan ... Jump!” aurelia shouted in shock as she jumped back, her back reflexes collided with Emran's chest, and the tip of her head collided with Emran's chin.

SER ...

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