(Not) Old Friday

Him, My Wife

The design now enters his room. He was shocked when he saw Nova was already sitting there leisurely.

"Sir Design." call Nova. She was the daughter of one of his father's friends.

The ruffled plan is upset. He dislikes Nova's aggressiveness. Since the last three years, Nova has always pursued him even though he never got a response from Reka.

"What do you need to do here?" ask Reka while sitting on her big chair.

"You're meeting Reka. I haven't seen Reka for almost a month, I miss it."

The design doesn't touch him. He now opens his laptop.

"Two days ago what event was there at Kak Reka's house? I wasn't invited?" Nova is now standing near Reka.

"My wedding day" said Reka.

Nova bowed her body and looked seriously at Reka. "Married? So true that news."

No need to say anymore Reka showed the wedding ring that was on her ring finger.

Nova observes the ring, but he won't give up as long as it's all unproven. Because Nova knows, Reka still can't move on from Azkia.

"Who's the guy?" ask Nova.

"You don't need to know." replied the cold designer.

"Later I'll know for myself." Nova turned to sit in front of Reka and continued to look at the handsome face of Reka. She was so admiring of Reka even though Reka was very cold with her.

"If there are no important needs, you better get out." drive out Reka.

But Nova just smiled. Such a proposal was obviously not working on him.

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"Nayla, clean this up! It's so dirty in here!" tell Vita to Nayla.

Nayla just obeyed his orders. He cleaned up the actual lobby he had just cleaned but somehow there were a lot of dirty shoe tracks.

"Just cleaning service a sok-sok an deketi Pak Reka." sneered one of the staff, including there Sifa who increasingly heated the atmosphere.

"Sell cheap times."

Some of the other staff laughed.

Nayla pretended not to hear what they said. Even though he was actually very arrogant to want to tear their mouths apart.

"Yes now the body's capital can already get what we want times."

"Most also make toys the same Mr. Reka. You know, the class Nova and others were rejected outright as Mr. Reka."

They continue to insult Nayla, until finally making Nayla can not stand with their spicy mouth.

"You know what my life is about!" Nayla slammed the mop a little bit. "Don't be wise to judge someone while you yourself aren't necessarily good."

Sifa smiled slantingly and then approached Nayla. "I've visited you several times together in the room Mr. Reka. No need to be a hypocrite!"

Plaque!

It had been a long time since he wanted to slap Sifa's chili mouth and now it was finally done. Even though he was very young but he really did not like being bullied by such a senior.

"How dare you!" Sifa pushed Nayla down and kicked the bucket filled with water to the floor.

Nayla clenched her hands she stood up and would avenge Sifa's actions but Sifa's other friends would scuttle her until she fell to the floor hard.

"Just a cleaning service will fight us. Flush him!"

One of them doused Nayla's body with dirty water.

"Let him know himself. Dirty and despicable people like you don't deserve Mr. Reka."

Echa rounded her eyes looking at Nayla in an all-out bully like that. He can't help Nayla alone.

Mr. Reka, yes, I have to say Mr. Reka.

Echa immediately went up to the fifth floor to the room of Reka. At that time Sifa was not in place so Echa could go directly into the room Reka.

Without knocking on the door, Echa immediately opened the door and went inside.

"Sorry Sir."

Reka and Nova instantly stared at Echa.

"Nayla got bullied downstairs.">

Hearing this, Reka stood up and walked quickly to the elevator. Even Nova was too lazy to follow the long steps of Reka.

"Who is Nayla?" ask Nova, although this is actually one of Nova's plans.

The designer didn't answer Nova's question. He got into the elevator and headed straight for the ground floor.

His heart ached to see Nayla who was sitting on the floor with the curse of his men who did not have ethics.

"Ninya..." The designer immediately took off his suit and covered up Nayla's wet shirt.

Some of his men are now retreating regularly.

"Come, can you stand?" They grabbed Nayla by the shoulder and helped her stand up but Nayla weighed down.

Nayla shook her head because her knees hurt so much when moved.

The design took a long breath. He was now staring intently one by one at his men.

"You know this is an office! This act of yours is very inappropriate and violates the rules of this office!"

"Sir Reka, he's just cleaning service why did you keep him up like this?" ask Nova. He wanted to make the atmosphere hotter.

"Either the cleaning service or the secretary is the same. Nothing is distinguished. What's wrong is wrong." The designer grabbed Nayla's body and lifted her up.

"So right, do you have the same relationship with this cleaning service?"

The design further hardened his jaw. This time his emotions had completely ignited. "Yes! Nayla's my wife! And whoever's making this trouble, I'm gonna fire him right now!"

Everyone who heard the statement of Reka was very surprised.

"Wife!?"

The designer steps up while holding Nayla ala bridal style. "People, take care of the letter of dismissal of all those involved in the matter" Reka told her personal assistant before leaving her office.

"Good."

"Nova, you don't know that Nayla is Mr. Reka's wife" Sifa said. Now he's afraid of the dismissal.

"I know now too."

"I can really get fired." Sifa became panicked. Because if the designer has made a decision, nothing will change it.

"Yes, you calm down. You'll get into my company if you're fired. If Reka had already decided on the dismissal, there was no way he could have been persuaded again."

Nova is now folding her hands.

There was no way they would suddenly get married if there was nothing.

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