[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Fighting to Win Hearts

The clock shows at four o'clock fifteen minutes at the right end of the Throne's cell phone. With a restless face he played the ballpoint pen he had in his hand. Back the tip of the eye was glancing towards the flat object lying before him. The throne circulated the view around the large enough workspace. There were a lot of piles of files in front of him that were waiting to be signed. The man who looked riled up the phone handle on his left and began to squeeze the number two.

"Is that woman still there?" ask the person across the phone.

"Still, Sir." A woman answered the question of the Throne in a very polite voice as it entered the ear.

The throne ended the call just like that and put the phone handle down roughly. He rubbed his frustrated face with a rough gasp of breath afterwards.

The man with the slightly brownish black undercut hairstyle stood up. His tall body and broad shoulders made the man look so charismatic. No doubt it makes women so crazy about him. Including the woman he just asked.

"Is he still waiting, sir?" ask a man who had been sitting politely on the sofa in front of his desk.

The mature brown-skinned young man with the small glasses of the box was staring at his restless looking boss. Nodding the head he received made him nod in understanding.

"I salute him. Even after being rejected and never caring for the boss, he still consistently chases you." The speech was more heard as a mockery in the ear of the Throne.

"Rather than salute him, you better find a way to get me away from that magnetic woman" the Throne annoyed his assistant.

Reza only held back a smile seeing the restlessness of the Throne. It was common for them to seek an escape solution like this. It had been almost a week since his confession of love, the woman they were talking about was like a magnet that wanted to keep clinging to the Throne.

"d! I could be late to pick up Bella if this keeps up. The chatty girl was troublesome only," the grumbling Throne was still pacing back and forth in front of the window.

"Is today the boss having a date? There was an invitation from Mr. Dipa." Reza tried to remind about the invitation from a good friend of the Throne.

"Today I'd like to take Bella to a romantic dinner and to persuade her that she's upset, so just skip any event and find a reasonable excuse."

"Then the Boss should just leave, I'll have Lidya distract Miss Love. Just look for another exit other than through the front lobby." Reza got out of place and walked away.

The throne immediately picked up the cell phone on the table. Tidying up a little hair and tie. And rushed towards the parking area, if not hurry the woman called Love was definitely going to follow her to the parking lot.

While in the front lobby a woman looks very agitated. Several times he glanced towards the clock that was attached in his hand. The woman in the black teacher uniform was several times exasperated. He glanced cynically at the lobby officers who looked busy with their computers.

"Sorry, Miss you can't go there. The Throne Pact is having an important meeting with her client" prevent the female receptionist from behind a table close to her.

"I've been waiting for two more hours here, it's home. Aaah, that's a bitch," said the formally dressed woman with annoyance.

"Why do you look so emotional?" A woman's voice came close to Love.

The woman wearing the work suit approached Love. He stands before love. Their height is parallel, with the same height of high heels.

"Sister Lidya, I'm so upset today. I just wanted to see the Throne, but they kept banning me. Do I have to bring Aunt Laras in for them to let me in? It's a bitch, I just want to give this cake to her" a love fight to the woman who served as secretary of the Throne.

Lidya smiled faintly hearing the words Love. "There was an important meeting. You know right now the Throne is on some important project, so he needs a lot of time alone. You better come back tomorrow."

"Oh, yeah. Alright." Love bows down to hear the explanation of the person he trusts most in the company of the Throne.

"Oh, I'm so disgusted to see it. Already know the Throne has a girlfriend, still want to be an actor. Like a girl doesn't do it" whispered the receptionist to her next-door partner.

Love breezed away from the office area, ignoring the words that intended to stab him. He was already busy imagining how he should greet the Throne, the man he loved so much. The woman had been putting her heart on the Throne since their first meeting three years ago. At that time Laras took him and his sister to Malaysia because their parents died in an accident. They don't have anybody. With a heavy heart, Cinta agreed to the request of Laras to move to the house that has been prepared in Malaysia.

When she first came to the foreign country, Love could not adapt well, she was so lonely. In a month only occasionally Laras visited him and his sister. The middle-aged woman looked extremely cold, as if no one could be beside her for too long. He did not dare to complain, there were already many things that the family had done to him. He sent himself and his brother, took them in, fed them. He should be much more grateful than having to complain vaguely.

Only Laras was willing to lend a hand when his family went bankrupt even when his mother's father died. Yes, Love is aware they are doing this out of debt. The father of the Throne was once helped by his grandfather when he was still poor. Grandfather who saw the talented young man but was hanging out in the streets, embracing him, sending him to school so that he could be as big as he was today.

The only reason for him to remain was the Throne. The handsome man diverts the grief of Love over the departure of his parents. His mature attitude, sense of protection while at his side, and eye-catching look that reminded him of his father. All those reasons that made him so crazy about her. Life of Love is focused only on the Throne. The goal of Love is only one, wanting to be the life companion of the Throne.

"What if he already has a girlfriend? As long as the yellow janur had not curved, it meant that he was still a free man. And again, his girlfriend was j*lang. Ck .. so it's my shame to remember the incident at the cafe," muttered Love while staring at her reflection from the rearview of the car.

The woman was looking for the most comfortable sitting position behind the wheel. Not forgetting before stepping on the gas pedal, she reapplied lipstick on her lips that were already as red as blood. Just now the woman wanted to step on the accelerator pedal of her car, Love's eyes caught a man who was seen rushing into her car.

...Connect .......