100 DAYS OF MARRIAGE

Lunch together

At lunchtime, Esmee and Richard had already stood up from their seats, stretched their stiff muscles, walked towards Namira's desk, which was still busy typing and re-examining the files.

"Lunch?" esmee's cheerful voice caught Namira's attention. Namira saw the watch she was wearing, right, it was time for lunch.

"He em," Namira nodded and stood up.

"Anne?" namira asked who had just realized that Anne's desk was empty, Yordhan was busy calling someone, sitting leaning back while shaking her chair.

"Get into Miss Fayette's room" Esmee replied.

Namira nodded in understanding, he tidied up the scattered files, tidied up his desk before he was about to leave it for lunch.

"Yordhan, aren't you coming with us?" tanya Namira makes Esmee and Richard look at each other. I don't know what they mean.

"Sure," replied Yordhan who stood up, hung up his phone and walked over to line Namira's steps.

Namira and Yordhan had already stepped in front, while having a light chat introducing each other. Esmee and Richard whispered about them from behind.

"Hey, since when is Yordhan willing to join lunch together?" Esmee.

"Since 2 minutes ago, when the beautiful and sexy new employee Namira offered him a meal together," Richard replied to a giggling laugh by Esmee. They all came out of the finance staff room. And without them noticing, Emil was standing near the staff desk next to the finance room. Seeing Namira coming out with Yordhan, and hearing Esmee and Richard whispering about them.

Emil's right hand clenched tightly, with a sharp reddened look in his eyes, there was so much pain in his heart, seeing Namira together with another man, and going to lunch together, things they never even did.

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Namira and her three new friends sit around a round table in the middle of the restaurant room in front of the street from the O'clan Fashion office building. Order the menu and talk.

"If you may know what your status is?" esmee asked Namira without further ado.

"Me?" Namira was a little surprised. What does he have to answer?

"Yes, you, you," Esmee said.

"Do you have a boyfriend? Or, but it's impossible if a woman as beautiful and as sexy as you is still Single, you must have had a special someone, right?" guess Richard who responded agreed with Esmee.

From the direction of the entrance Emil came, attracting the attention of all of them, especially Esmee whose sitting position was facing the main entrance.

"Mrs. Emil's? Since when did he have lunch at the restaurant?" babble Esmee quietly.

Namira immediately looked back, looking at the towering handsome man who was sturdy despite being clad in a suit but could not hide his athletic body shape. The bvlgary-scented man stepped in, glancing at Namira.

'Shit, what is he doing? Is he gonna come here? Sitting in here? Find dead.'

"Hi, can I join you?" without waiting for approval Emil pulled the chair from another table and sat next to Namira who still left empty space.

"***,,," Esmee's voice paused, "Leh!" he continued, because Emil who had sat first before anyone answered him.

"Mrs. Emil, the one-off lunch tumben, usually having lunch with Miss Sexyola in the room" said Richard, trying to get along with the boss, but precisely what Richard said immediately made Emil's eyes bulge so much with Namira who was almost cursing, squeezing both hands on the table with anxiety.

"You okay?" out of all the pairs of eyes, Yordhan became the first person to be sensitive to Namira's change in expression.

"Ah? Sure, I'm fine," Namira tried to ease her emotions, smiling stiffly at Yordhan who was sitting to her left.

"Maybe Mr. Emil is looking for a breath of fresh air," Esmee quipped Richard.

"And very coincidentally, here is a new employee with us" Richard said.

"What is still fresh of course," continued Esmee accompanied by the laughter of the two of them who sounded crisp.

While Emil just smiled and Namira was the same, only Namira's smile seemed clearly stiff.

"So, Mr. Emil, why don't you have lunch with Miss Sexyola?" namira asked deliberately, looking at Emil with a piercing sharp gaze, while the smile on her lips expanded but looked deadly.

Emil was nervous, he swallowed his hard-earned saliva, grabbed the glass containing Namira's drink, his throat felt dry all of a sudden.

"Me?"

"Huh,, yes. Do you have a lover? Come on, tell me honestly, so that those who admire you can quietly step back slowly" Richard chanted in Esmee's laughter.

Emil looked at Namira meaningfully, waiting for an answer to what Namira would say, and hoping that Namira would not only answer to having a lover, but instead a husband.

"Me, me," Namira seemed to think before giving an answer.

"If you feel uncomfortable with the question, you don't have to answer it" Yordhan said flatly, while receiving a menu of food from the waiter who came to bring their order.

"I'm single. I don't have a lover, nor do I love anyone."

"DUGH"

"Aahh,,,,"

"Why?"

Namira was shocked, her legs hurt, Emil kicked her from under the table there, annoyed by the answer Namira gave.

Yordhan smiled cynically, as if he understood something, but he held it alone.

"Aahh,, no, it's nothing!" Namira shook her head a few times, nervous, but also annoyed, the fucking Emil, kicked around as he pleased. Namira grouse in heart.

"I've answered questions from you, now, what about Mr. Emil's? Why is she eating here and not eating with Miss Sexyola?" Namira. "As usual?" namira said with emphasis, her eyes glazed over as she said so, looking at Emil painfully.

Emil was speechless, returning Namira's gaze meaningfully, yet who could understand his feelings if they were not explained? Sometimes what is said is never the same as what is felt.

"Namira, eat. Your steak can go cold," Yordhan's voice shifted the conversation, even Esmee and Richard felt a tension they didn't understand but suddenly melted.

Everyone started to get busy with the food menu, and when Namira started to cut her steak, Emil stood up, he left without excuse, coming out of the restaurant with wide steps like holding back an upset.

Namira did not look up, but Emil's behavior was enough to stop his activities for a moment, until he chose to cut the meat steak again, and ignored Emil. Although his heart was broken and his feelings were hurt.

"Hey? Why Mr. Emil left? Doesn't he want to eat?" asked Esmee confused.

"You guys talk too much, of course he's uncomfortable" continued Yordhan. Got a response from Richard, even he had never joined lunch with them before, so why is today suddenly there? Is it because of Namira? That's what Richard had in mind.

"Hm,, by the way, who is Miss Sexyola? I mean, what is his relationship with Mr. Emil?" tanya Namira probes. Not wrong if he wants to know about Emil and Sexyola during this time in the company of the employees? Because what employees gossip about their superiors is usually 99% true even without evidence.

"Oh, they are a couple, their relationship has been very long, and I even heard that they will be engaged, but I don't know, until now they have not been engaged" Esmee replied while eating.

"For what is a bond? That'll only complicate things, Mr. Emil is a free man who wants to connect with anyone, a bond will not stop him from adventuring." Richard replied.

"Well,, I know, pity Miss Sexyola, when they've had an intimate relationship like a husband and wife, but not a marriage, either" Esmee joked at Namira's heart, until he immediately grabbed a glass of water and he drank up to the toilet.

"Don't talk about what you don't already know about the truth!" yordhan dislikes hearing them talk about Emil and Sexyola.

"But the rumors are already circulating widely, right? Ah, I remember, an OB who was fired but got an unusually large severance nominal, didn't he catch Mr. Emil and Miss Sexyola hooked up in.tim in his room and filmed their hot scenes?"

"Shelf!" Namira can't control himself until he hits the table. Surprised them all. What Esmee said made her blood boil with jealousy that burned the whole soul.

Shocked, Esmee and Richard fell silent in surprise. And Namira just realized his stupid act.

"M-I'm sorry, my steak meat is so tough, I'm so upset" Namira said, commenting on the forced smile in front of them all. Yordhan was just silent while staring at his plate flat. Both of his hands stopped moving, like something was filling his mind.

Namira stood up, saying he was ready to go back to the office.

Esmee and Richard just nodded, they actually felt that something was abnormal, yet they did not know what, whereas Yordhan? He stands up, leaves Esmee and Richard without permission, following Namira back to the office.

"What's wrong with them? It's strange, though" Esmee was clearly confused. Richard was as confused as Esmee.

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