Wife President's Deposits
Chapters. 30 Red Leather

Deya and Edward are both in the elevator. Edward's jaw twitched with the pupils of his increasingly darkened eyes. His face hardened instantly making Deya misbehave.

"I was just trying to cover up our relationship" Deya said breaking the silence. The aura within the elevator room was getting colder and gripping.

"I'm not or rather not ready if anyone knows about this. I'm keeping your good name as the company leader."

Edward remained silent until the elevator doors opened. Walking first left Deya following behind him.

Edward does not agree if he is Deya's uncle, preferring to be quiet. Just saying if they're late for work. Deya apologizes to Angga for leaving him, following Edward.

It hasn't been a month they've been together but there are a lot of problems that are starting to arise. Deya just didn't want any major conflict. His relationship with Angga could break up easily but if Edward's family knew about this affair, they wouldn't accept it. There will be a lot of terror that will be aired, not only himself who is blamed but both parents will also be associated with the problem.

"Why?" katrina asked silently watching her boss slam the door of the room. Deya just shrugged her shoulders putting the bag on the table then sat down.

"What can I do for you, ma'am?" ask Deya.

"Make some coffee for Mr. Edward."

Deya sighed. He went to the pantry to make a cup of coffee.

Deya stared doubtfully as she was about to knock on Edward's door. He glanced towards Katrine who was busy typing. Look back at the door made of black hard wood. Deya sighed gathering strength in order to be patient in the face of the man's anger.

He started knocking. There's no answer. Twice knocking there is no answer. Katrine. He gave the code to just go in. Deya grimaced this was the first time Edward got angry. His mistake was spelled out severe as well but it was the situation that made him do just that.

Deya was about to knock again when the door of the room was opened by Edward. Deya was about to offer him coffee but Edward passed by.

"Kat, I have an important meeting with Mr. Jhonson to review our delivery. If Satria's looking for me, just call me right away because after this meeting I'm going to have lunch with Mrs Patrick from Singapore. They are asking for coal delivery as soon as possible even though mining exports are being controlled by the government."

"Good, Sir."

"Sir, your coffee," Deya bargained expectantly but Edward passed by without looking at her. Deya's heart was in pain. He stared at Edward's departure with a pias face. Return to his seat with his shoulders lowered.

"You'll get a fair reply for daring to do that to me" Edward grumbled inwardly as he looked at Deya from inside the elevator door.

***

"Yes, All right, De, I miss ma elo. We're one building but never met at all. Kok elo can be interned on the top floor where Om President is a handsome director and not kelulungan," said Raisa when meeting with Deya in the company cafeteria

"I don't know where to go just following the procedures."

"Don't you work for the office?"

"Just like," Deya replied. It is impossible if he tells a story if the work given is relatively light. He was just asked to help make a report or type something. Edward who forbade Katrine made him tired or busy working. It was unfair but all the decisions the man made were.

"What do you want to eat, De?" ask Raisa.

"Gue soto is just as hot tea." They ordered food and sat down in their chairs.

"If I meet a super duper boss who is chatty. There are mistakes in all my work, like that people are not happy to see me sitting down. Always look for gaps to give more work. Fortunately handsome so I did not check his neck," said Raisa at length.

Deya laughs. "Loe just kisses me, she'll be so mushy."

"Ish, he's like a really cold guy never looked over a girl's lyrics. Kayak anti ma us this. Pa again ma a pretty girl she chose to step aside. Does he think we're the rival chick times huh?"

"So you think he's a rainbow that's strewn across the men's world?"

"Looks. He's as if he's untouchable as there is." Raisa imagined the man she was talking about.

"I wonder who he is?"

They ate the food they ordered.

"So I met ma Angga. He's just as darn here. It turns out that in addition to selling on brother's land, Angga's father also has a small stake in this company. Gile cuyy, loe's future in-laws rich man."

"Uhuk... uhuk..," Deya choked on hearing it. He took Raisa's orange juice.

"That's my drink" Raisa said.

"Ye it's stingy very ma'am friend loe order again there I pay in."

"It's not. The problem is many who want to buy this," pointed Raisa with her eyes.

"Begging a little bit of your calculation is bestie forever."

"Kidding."

"Loe didn't miss Ma Angga?" ask Raisa.

"Kangen," said Deya bland because there are actually already filling his days so that he never remembered Angga.

"Kok loe is not curious or at least surprised, there is Angga here."

"Gue met Angga earlier in the parking lot."

"Why didn't you tell me, just shut up?"

Deya lifted her shirt.

"You guys got into a fight?"

Deya shakes.

"Then?"

"I feel like there's no future with Angga. His parents seem to want to match Angga and Nungki."

"Snake Deya. You have to prove yourself if it's worth it with Angga. You're the perfect match for the example of a lasting partner among our faculty students."

"So we don't know, Sa." Deya stirred up her drink while daydreaming sadly. One of her hands started to pull her hair back.

"De, what is this?" raisa asked at the deep red mark on Deya's neck. Deya's face was deathly pale, instantly closing the red mark on her skin.

"De, is this what Angga's doing?" ask Raisa curious.

"Well, what is your relationship? I'm curious."

"We're back yuk, the break time is over when you are scolded by your Ice Mister."

"Mister Ice," repeated Raisa then understood if it was a call for her cold superior.

Deya walked quickly away from Raisa. "De, wait for dong."

"Big quick, I'm also afraid that Bu Katrine will get angry if I get late to the room." Deya breathed a sigh of relief from being able to escape Raisa's question.

"Based on Mr. Rekehan, make a sign not knowing where I did not see earlier. Severe... severe... Where is he? Still angry, right? Call first, right?" inner Deya monologued in heart.