100 DAYS OF MARRIAGE

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Emil was driving at a moderate speed, deliberately he did not go as fast as usual, because he wanted to be alone with Namira, he actually wanted to invite Namira to talk, he really wanted to talk, but his beautiful wife continued to look away by looking out of the car door glass.

Emil cleared his throat, relax the throat that somehow just wanted to make a sound but it felt choked.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you?" there was no answer to Emil's question, Namira did not flinch at all.

"How about we find a restaurant first, we eat, only then to the big house." Emil does not give up, he wants to improve his relationship and he will fight to be able to melt Namira's heart.

"Isn't your company bankrupt? Do you still have money?!!" a satire, that's what Namira meant, because the reason Emil brought Sexyola home was to save himself from bankruptcy.

"Well, the company's finances are unstable, but if it's just for eating, my wallet is still more than enough to satiate your slim stomach" said the mischievous Emil, Namira was willing to talk to him only Emil's heart was already very flowery.

"Ck, iiiissshh,,," decih Namira was upset.

"Then, in exchange for my loss, I've paid the rent for the apartment I left for the next 2 months, you've caused me a lot of losses" Namira said in an upset tone.

Leaning a thin smile on Emil's lips, he then mengu.lum his own lower lip.

"You're also very strange, for what a waste of money, already know so unemployment, snobs and run away from home,"

"Shhh,,,,!" Namira turned her head towards Emil who was smiling triumphantly, her teeth were churning, wanting to get angry but her tongue was moody, and she just clenched her hands tightly, then threw him rough, annoyed.

"I don't care, you have to indemnify, period."

"Is this blackmail?"

Namira no longer answered, her lips murmured without a sound.

"Huufftt,,, well,, my beautiful wife blackmailed me, and I couldn't resist it, what she said was a decree like a queen to me."

Namira confirmed the sitting position, looked up leaning on the back of the seat, folded his arms and closed his eyes.

"Oh my God, when did it get to its destination, what car is a snail? The road is even tighter than Tita." Ngedumel, but in Emil's eyes, it looks funny.

'I love you, Namira, very.'

"Beereemmm!"

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Emil holds Namira's hand as they enter the mansion, the other hand pulls Namira's suitcase. The welcoming waiter asks Emil and Namira to rush to the living room, as their arrival has been long awaited.

"Please bring Madam's suitcase to my room!" emil's orders were instantly taken by the servant.

"Come,," Emil goes back to walk with Namira's hand, although Namira is still upset, but he has to hold his regret, because they have to perform at least in front of the family.

"Emil, what's the matter? You haven't told me, why did they come and ask us to meet?" I don't know why Namira feels bad all of a sudden. There was a sense of anxiety enveloping his heart.

"Later you will know, two different news will be received at once" said Emil with a smile.

"Your hands are cold, are you nervous? You scared?" emil asked as they were at the door of the living room, pausing to talk.

"No, I just, "," Namira stopped talking, she couldn't find the right words to describe her feelings.

"Calm down, there I am. But, maybe, maybe, you'll be the wife of a man who's fallen into poverty" Emil paused while smiling meaningfully.

"Are you going to leave me if I don't have millions of dollars like yesterday?"

"Well, I'm gonna leave you, if you let me rain and starve, at least you still have the energy to work on being a cleaning service, or whatever, what's the point of those big muscles?" babble Namira origin, but the answer given Namira is quite a relief, it means Namira does not mind money, the important thing is Emil must fight for their lives both.

"These muscles?" Emil pauses, "to satisfy you."

"By, iiisshh....."

"Again,, you're gonna let your handsome husband become a cleaning service? You're not afraid that women will tease me?" Guru Emil who actually makes Namira more upset.

"Be quiet, Emil. Now open the door and let's go in, my legs are aching!"

"Aahh,," Namira's scream was heard, not a second ago he said his legs were sore and Emil immediately raised his body ala bridal.

"Emil, what are you doing?" panicking, Namira panics further as Emil opens the door and takes her in with a bridal-style cradle.

"Emil, put me down! You're crazy!"

"Well, I'm crazy about you" whispered Emil slowly.

"Emil, Namira?" Aretha who saw them coming immediately stood up.

"Hi, sister-in-law, how are you?" greet Emil.

Emil sat Namira down on the sofa, where Tita was lying, soundly asleep.

"Namira, what's wrong with you? Why is Emil holding you?" aretha asked as she sat near Namira.

What answer should Namira now say? He himself did not even know why his crazy husband was carrying him just like that, just because he said that his legs felt sore.

"Hello, Grandma, Dad, Mom, Mr. CEO!" Emil hugged one by one the entire O'clan family.

"Emil, what happened to your wife?" now that Grandma asked, she approached Namira who immediately crucified the solemnity of the back of her hand.

"He,,, a little sprain grandma. So he couldn't walk for a while" Emil replied, leaving Namira shocked and almost cursing. Lies, already wet musses, Namira can only follow the plot of Emil's lies now.

"Keseleo? Why not digips? Or use a wheelchair?" ask Daddy who also looks worried, Namira's face pale, he does not know how, Emil makes himself in a lie. Emil is absolutely outrageous, and look at that crazy man, continuing to develop his smile like a fool.

"She's sprained, Dad, not broken bones, after all my arms are still strong enough to carry her, so she doesn't need a wheelchair" Emil replied as he stared mischievously at Namira, and soon Namira looked away.

"But just this time, I saw a sprained patient wearing very high heels,"

'Da.m!'

Mr. poisoned mouth. CEO Fabrizio O'clan drew everyone's attention to seeing Namira's legs. And it made Emil gruntily stare intently at Fabrizio with hatred. But it is not Fabrizio if he does not like to play with the feelings of the opponent.

"Aahh, where's Carol?" namira asked to switch the conversation, their little sister was indeed invisible.

"He's in his room, baby!" answer Grandma.

After enough pleasantries, they finally talked about the essence of their meeting.

"O'clan Fashion Company in Paris will be taken over by Fabrizio as the main leader, you will work under Emil, you have failed to prove to us if you are able to carry out your duties, he said, but it turns out I was wrong, you still need to learn a lot!" Daddy started the conversation.

Well, Emil knows, all this time, he was just playing around, having fun, drinks and girls, Emil changed when he started to fall in love with Namira, and he began to earnestly work from then on, but three months was not enough for Emil to understand everything.

"I accept" replied Emil.

"And what about your relationship? Isn't it time for you to publish it?" ask Daddy.

Emil had opened his mouth to answer, but he lost quickly with Namira who had already given an answer to Daddy.

"We enjoy our relationship like this, Daddy, there are no paparazies lurking" Namira replied with a stiff smile.

Emil looks disappointed at Namira, but he is very ready and wants to publicize their relationship to the rest of the world so that Namira can no longer be separated from him.

"Well, Emil? Not for any other reason?" ask Daddy who is not satisfied with Namira's answer.

"Well," replied Emil briefly without taking off his sharp eyes from his wife.

"Namira," now Fabrizio's opening the sound.

"Yes, Mr. CEO."

"Stop calling Mr. CEO, he's your sister-in-law" angry Aretha while hitting Namira's hand slowly.

"I-i yes, ka Sister-in-law," Namira's smile grew even more awkward.

"I'm asking you to go back to work at O'clan, I need your help, I think O'clan Fashion's bankruptcy is not just because the stock value is down, but there's a play with the finances, I think, and I'm sure it's an insider" Fabrizio explained.

Namira looked at Emil meaningfully, as if asking for an answer from him.

"Of course, we have the best financial staff in our family, and the company needs it, why not? Isn't that right, baby?" tanya Emil again developed a smile.

"Aah?" Namira was a little surprised by the answer Emil gave.

"Ah, I am!" answer Namira stamped.

Not without reason Emil allowed Namira to work, because that way, he would have more time to get close to Namira.

"And there's another one," Grandma took her part to talk.

"Hurry to have a baby, I think I'm very old to be able to wait longer, you know Namira? I live with the help of a device planted in my heart, I don't know when I'm going to die, but I wish I could still see O'clan's new offspring before I'm gone, so that I can tell my husband proudly later if I have managed to take care of my grandchildren and you all live happily."

Double kill,, this is what Emil is waiting for, has a chance to ask Namira for his rights and they have to make as many children as possible.

"Then we'll excuse you, Grandma. We have to do it in the room, right? Because it's so disrespectful to be done in front of you."

"Emil,,,," cried everyone.

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