100 DAYS OF MARRIAGE
Go to work
The second time he entered Emil's exotic luxury room, the thin smile on Namira's lips, he remembered how he had first entered this room which left him gaping in fascination, a spacious room with shades of gold and ivory white, showing that the owner was a high-class noble.
"Why?" asked Emil who was standing right behind Namira a little surprised her.
Namira breathed a rough breath, then stepped in, put her sling bag on the nightstand, then took off the blazer she was wearing and she put it on the hanger.
"You choose your bed" said Namira without glancing at Emil, who was standing in front of the mirror taking off his watch and unbuttoning his sleeves.
"There's only one bed here, baby!" seloroh Emil turned to Namira with a sweet smile.
"I can't share a bed with you, me,, I, I still don't trust you,"
Emil exhaled a rough breath, stepping closer to Namira after the two buttons of his top shirt also finished he opened.
"You haven't forgiven me?" Emil stared in Namira's bead, trying to find some honesty there.
"I'm just afraid I'm gonna get hurt again, I need some time,"
Again Emil gave a rough sigh, he seemed to think for a moment.
"Well, I sleep on the couch, you can use the bed,"
Namira immediately stepped towards the balcony of the room after getting the answer she was waiting for from Emil. Looking at the towering luxurious building he had always admired from a distance, the Eiffel Tower. And Emil only saw his wife from the room with no intention of approaching. Namira obviously seems to be still upset with him.
'Sorry, ' a word that is easy to say but not with a heart that is already deeply hurt, a belief that is scratched so deeply by a lie.
It's not that she can't forgive, but Namira just tries to protect her heart from getting crushed if she takes Emil back for granted and in fact there's still the name Sexyola among them, whatever the reason, no matter what, even for an ordinary friendship, Namira is not willing, she is not willing.
Let's say that if Namira is selfish, but that's what she wants, Emil stops connecting with Sexyola for whatever reason, Namira can't trust Emil and Sexyola if they're still together.
That night, when Namira is angry and sick with jealousy, Emil helps Sexyola and prevents her from retaliating. Is that not enough to make Namira's heart doubt? The events of that night were still very much in memory, and Emil easily questioned, 'Have you not forgiven me?'
My God, Namira is not that good, when he is oppressed, he will retaliate, when hurt, he will not be silent. She was not the meek woman that was like most in a story. Namira's different.
***
Next day.
As they talked about earlier, if the O'clan Fashion company in Paris will be taken over by Fabrizio, and Namira will also join as financial staff.
Emil's? He will work under Fabrizio's leadership to learn everything quickly.
Of course this is not an easy matter, because Sexyola also still works in this Company, however, there is no reason to fire him, even though his parents' shares have been withdrawn, he said, sexyola still has a good relationship with the O'clan family, and she's a reliable employee. Sexyola's position in the company was Emil's personal secretary.
Super right? Namira knew nothing about Emil's life in Paris except that her husband was commuting to work. And Emil just told her that if Sexyola was the manager at OC Restaurant, then, why would she never say that Sexyola was also her personal secretary in O'clan Fashion's office? Hah, then how can Namira believe it now? It hard.
Before work, Namira had several agreements with Fabrizio and Emil that had been agreed upon, he did not want his true identity to be known by anyone in the company, so, that way, Namira can blend in with other employees more comfortably.
Usually, the workers like to gossip behind the company leaders, if there is something as awkward as Fabrizio thought about the insider game, Namira can find information from them, he said, because they will be more open to fellow employees. And Fabrizio agreed.
Namira will enter the company like an ordinary employee who has nothing to do with the O'clan family, at first Emil disagrees, but he can't do anything because Namira forces, but he does not agree, and he wouldn't get into the company if Emil insisted on introducing himself as his wife.
Well, Namira went into the company without the frills of the O'clan name behind her name, and even pretended not to know Fabrizio and Emil, Sexyola? What about her? It was easy, from the beginning he knew that Emil and Namira's marriage was deliberately hidden from the public, so it didn't matter if they were still hiding everything.
***
Here Namira is, sitting on a work chair facing the cubicle table, a little early, as she deliberately avoids Emil who will definitely force her to set off together.
In this room there are five tables, and the other four tables are still empty because the clock has not shown the time to enter. There is also another room that is closed.
Namira played her phone with Aretha, until a few minutes later, another employee started arriving.
"Hi, are you a new employee?" greet a woman with long yellowish blonde wavy.
"Hi, I'm Namira" Namira stood up to greet her new friend, reached out and she received Namira's hand.
"I'm Esmee" he smiled.
"Morning, Esmee,,," a new man came to greet Esmee.
"Hi, Richard. Morning too!" Esmee and Namira take off their hand links.
"Hi, I'm Namira!" Namira reached out first.
"Richard, if you want to call dear, too," seduced Richard, winking one eye.
'Dugh!'
"Ohh,,,!"
Esmee elbowed quietly in Richard's stomach.
"Don't mind him, he's a crocodile!" seloroh Esmee who only Namira replied with a big smile.
"Well, good work, I'll go to my desk, and you,,, you go back to your desk, too!" esmee told Richard.
"I,"
"Come,,,"
"Hey,,,"
Esmee pulls Richard's shirt away from Namira's desk, funny, their behavior is enough to melt Namira's heart that feels tense before. Namira sat back in the chair and started to turn on the computer.
'Bruk!'
A stack of files slammed on Namira's desk.
"This is the financial report for the past year, you have to check it, one by one, in a few details, let nothing go wrong, copy it back to the folder, and give it to me in the next 3 days." a large woman, speaking in a commanding tone to Namira, Namira was shocked. This was his first day, there was no way he could finish checking the financial statements for one in just three days.
"But, Madam,"
"Miss," the woman's errant was quick.
"Miss," he repeated once again in a more resolute tone.
"N-n miss," said Namira stammered. The name Madam is for married women, and Miss is for those who are single, that means, the woman who looks like Namira's mother is still Single.
"Hey, you, what are you looking at? Work fast!" snapped the large-bodied woman at Richard who looked up to glance because of his high curiosity.
"And you," now the big lady turned to Namira.
"I-i I yes."
"Work!"
"B-ba good!" Namira nodded nervously a few times.
The woman stepped back into her room which was still in the one cubicle room. A board bearing the financial manager was attached to the door of his room.
One by one the heads began to look up, staring at Namira. Namira returned the strange look of Richard and Esmee.
"His name is Fayette, Miss Fayette." whispered Esmee from her desk.
"Financial manager" Richard said.
"One of the influential people here" said the other, a straight-haired woman who Namira did not know her name, he had only come a short time when Miss Fayette had dropped the pile of files on Namira's desk.
"And he will give you additional duties if he is caught talking about it." said another, a teary-eyed man who moves his fingers agilely on a computer keyboard board that Namira does not yet know who he is.
"Hi, what was your name?" ask the short straight-haired woman.
"Namira, you?"
"Anne, and that, that handsome fellow who acts cold as snow, his name is Yordhan! Welcome aboard!" Anne gave a very sweet smile, while the man called Yordhan did not respond at all, he was so focused on his work.
Well, the first day of work feels good, Namira's friends are good, although the boss seems annoying, but it doesn't matter.
About the mountainous work that was charged on Namira's shoulder? He can take her home, ask Aretha for help. Well, I hope so. How thought.
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