100 DAYS OF MARRIAGE

MAAF

Crying, Namira could not hide her heartache in silence, she went into the toilet and locked the door from the inside, turned on the tap water, sat on the toilet and cried, trying to get rid of the pain that is so very piercing to the bottom of the heart.

Esmee's words about Emil and Sexyola continue to ring, damaging hearing, destroying feelings, even though it was their relationship in the past, but still the pain is really felt, she said, and Namira couldn't bear it, it was a real lara.

Namira was still crying and reluctant to get out of the toilet, but the clock was showing at two o'clock, and in the finance room, Fabrizio did not see Namira in his cubicle.

"Where is Miss Namira?" fabrizio asked Richard who stood up. Unlike the case when they faced Emil, facing Fabrizio seemed more frightening.

Who doesn't know how resolute and ruthless O'clan's main heir is? He is so sat-set in subverting opponents, so is the employee, not worth working, fired.

"That's it, Miss Namira be has not come yet," replied Richard stammered, Esmee kept her head down busying herself with her work, or at least to look busy.

"Make him come into my room with all his files." Zio's orders then pass by without waiting for an answer.

"I am yes, Tu,,," Richard paused, "Wan!" he continued when he found Zio had stepped quickly out of the financial room.

Richard was sitting limp, faced directly with the super arrogant and cruel boss was successfully sucked all his energy.

Actually Fabrizio was very reluctant to come to meet such subordinates, he could call Namira through the intercom connection, or ask his secretary who called him, he said, but due to the orders of the first lady who asked him to see firsthand the state of Namira, Zio was unable to refute. Or Aretha could be mad at him.

"Where's namira? Why is it 2 o'clock he's not back yet?" richard whispered in panic at Esmee.

"Where do I know? He's back at the office first left us from the restaurant, hasn't he?" esmee replied as panicked. Not usually a big boss especially like Fabrizio who came directly just to call employees.

"Death Namira!" richard rubbed his face.

From the entrance, Namira walked. And Richard rose up to confront him.

"Where are you from? First day of work is looking for trouble, are you gonna lose your job?" richard was impatient.

From his cubicle table, Yordhan watched Namira, knowing full well that she had just cried, very clearly on her face, richard was not paying much attention to that because he was currently very panicked after facing Mr. CEO.

"Me,,,,"

"Aahh,,, already. Don't waste any more time, hurry to Mr.'s room. CEO, bring all your files, that's the order."

"Mrs. CEO?" Namira frowned, her voice was still raucous, and she had not completely calmed down yet Richard had already stirred himself up for Namira to leave immediately.

"Have gone, don't ask much questions," Richard took a stack of files from Namira's desk that Miss Fayette had given him this morning, and then gave them to Namira forcibly.

"Oh, may luck be with you, you know? Mr. The new CEO is more ruthless than Mr. Emil, one small mistake is the same as losing a job. So, don't make a mistake! Good luck!" Richard raised his hand as if giving spirit, and Namira just nodded in confusion.

"Let's go!" Richard encourages Namira to leave, and she quickly returns to her own desk, before Miss Fayette catches him.

Namira exhaled a rough breath, he turned around about to step out.

"Namira," Yordhan's voice stopped him.

"Hem?" Namira looked over and stopped.

"You, are, are you okay?"

Namira's eyes moved violently, he looked down and then looked up again and smiled.

"He em, I'm fine."

"Need help? Let me take you to the CEO's room."

"No, Yordhan, I can be alone, I don't want you to get in trouble because of me, you hear yourself, don't you, Richard said? The new CEO was cruel," Namira whispered at the end of the sentence accompanied by a light laugh.

"All right, I'll go first,"

Yordhan nodded in response, Namira took a deep breath then exhaled violently, stepping out of the finance room towards the CEO room.

Not out of fear of meeting Fabrizio, Namira knows Mr. The CEO is cruel heartless, but Namira can casually deal with him because there are Aretha who will always defend him, and he works at O'clan Fashion is also not his desire, but Zio's will, so he no longer feels depressed as he used to be when he was an employee of O'clan Company in Indonesia, only, the problem of his feelings with Emil, makes Namira weak.

"Sorry, Mr. CEO any?" namira asks the male employee-faced Korean artist-whose desk is in front of the CEO's room. A signboard on the table, Secretary Kim.

"You've been waiting, please come in" he said kindly and politely.

"Thank you" Namira also replied no less polite.

"Tok tock,,,,"

Namira opened the door and stepped in when he got the order to enter from inside.

"Sir," said Namira.

Emil stood up, looking meaningfully at Namira who also saw him, but quickly Namira cut off their gaze and turned to Fabrizio, sitting in the front seat of his desk, putting a stack of files on the table.

"How's it?" asked Fabrizio without even glancing at Namira for the slightest bit, his fingers moved quickly on the computer keyboard board.

"Many mistakes, I have marked and I copy them to my personal folder. But there is only one file I can do, sorry." Namira said as she opened the file. Give it to Fabrizio and Fabrizio accepts it, opens it, checks.

Emil continued to stare in Namira, his wife's face with eyes that were still red clearly explained if the woman had just cried.

"Miss Fayette asked me to provide a folder containing a copy of the file that I was working on after it was over" Namira continued.

"Give him a fake copy, leave some errors as before, as if you were unaware of the error, and give the original folder to me directly," Zio's command restores the file to Namira, namira's work has always been satisfying since the first, he is one of the best employees O'clan Company has in its field.

"The rest?" ask Zio.

"I can't if I have to finish all this in just three days, I'll take her home and ask Aretha for help to do it,"

"Don't talk carelessly," Zio snapped to Namira's surprise, to be honest, Namira was scared, Fabrizio didn't change at all, it was only appropriate that everyone was afraid of him.

"Zuo!" emil yelled in disbelief, grabbed the file in Namira's hands and slammed it on the table in front of Fabrizio, rude.

"Stop treating my wife like a stranger," Emil's jaws hardened, his gaze and Fabrizio's were as sharp and interlocking.

"Please don't be like this" Namira immediately stood holding Emil's hand to back off a little. Her tears fell again, not because of hurt and jealousy, but there were other feelings that hurt her but whether that was what.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Mr. CEO," Namira bowed a few times. And Emil held it fast, stopped his wife's demeaning actions, really, seeing Namira being treated like that made Emil's heart very sick, like it was torn to shreds. He was helpless to see his wife humbled others before him. And that's his own brother.

"Don't bother Aretha, while at home, she'll only serve me, so don't keep her busy with this kind of stupid thing." Fabrizio shifted the rough pile of files to scatter on the table, even one of them fell to the floor.

It was nothing, Fabrizio would not dare to refute Aretha if already at home, so the only way was to stop Namira's intentions before that happened, or Aretha's time would later be divided.

"Alright, then, give me one assist, at least with the help of someone I can get it done faster." Namira ventured. It was better that he who spoke than Emil was re-ignited with emotion and the brothers could fight.

Emil was very disappointed with Fabrizio's attitude, he was reluctant to just look at him at this moment, standing his back to Zio. And his hand was still held tightly by Namira without Namira noticing.

"You've got your personal assistant at home, use him the best you can, before anyone else uses him" Zio said.

"What?" Namira did not understand, his forehead frowning.

"From today on, Emil is your assistant at home, to work on file corrections, your salary will be supplemented by overtime, oh,, don't refuse, because I know, you know, you guys are having a hard time in terms of finances. Your husband has to indemnify the company with his personal money, and that amounts to tens of millions."

"BRAK!" Emil kicked the table.

"Can you shut up? Mr. CEO?"

Namira's heart was beating so fast, this was the first time Namira had seen these two brothers fighting, and it was because of her?

"B-ba good," said Namira quickly cut off this matter, he immediately picked up his files and left.

But his steps came to a halt as Emil grabbed his hand.

"You okay?" asked Emil who Fabrizio could still hear, but he was indifferent as if he did not care.

"I'm fine!" Namira takes off Emil's hand checks. Then go back and go.

"Sorry," said Emil, Namira was convinced that Emil must have felt sad and useless for not being able to protect her, Namira closed her eyes to let the clear hair slip through her cheeks, swallow the coarse saliva and exhale deeply.

Without turning his head or answering Emil's words, he again continued his footsteps, came out of the CEO's room and went to his own cubicle, accompanied by a heart-rending cry.

***

'I just want to prove that I can and can, so that you can boast of you,'

emil's words back to his old days, when he explained his reason for asking Sexyola for help to solve the company's problems, because he was afraid of failing and could not boast of himself, and protect Namira, who was not the one who wanted to help him, and all of that is now proven.

Namira cries in the elevator, she is jealous of Sexyola, but also feels sorry for Emil, and what Emil says is all the truth.

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

Oh, my God, it turns out that what Emil said is all the truth,,,, it is,,,,

'Emil, I'm sorry!'

***

Believe me, standing behind someone's shadow is painful.