100 DAYS OF MARRIAGE

Fight again

Namira POV.

Dinner together, Emil and I sat next to each other, since coming home from the office, I did not find Emil's smile or he who met with Mr. CEO, even the awkward atmosphere at the dining table today is very thick.

"Namira, how's the first day of work?" Aretha asked, as the dessert was served by the maids.

I glanced at Emil for a moment before answering him, he was silent, staring straight at the plate containing roussillon.

"Well, everything is going well" I replied concealing the fact that her husband and my husband were about to get into a fight.

'Dreek!'

I was shocked, looking up at Emil who suddenly stood up.

"I'm done, excuse me." Emil left, climbing up the small rung stairs quickly towards the top floor, entering his room.

"Do you guys have any problems?" ask Grandma when Emil's back is gone. Yeah, it's only natural that grandma feels that way, because usually we always look friendly, even if it's just a skit.

"T-That's not, grandma. We're fine, maybe Emil's tired, that's all," I'm a little nervous about answering grandma's question.

Somehow when Emil was not around, being in the middle of the O'clan family felt like a pressure, when they were all good, maybe because I could not blend myself like Aretha, she said, or maybe it's because I always felt unworthy to be their daughter-in-law.

"Problems and quarrels in the household are natural, my daughter-in-law, you must talk about them together to find a way out" said Daddy, my father-in-law.

"Yes, Dad," I said softly, Aretha looked at me with pity, while Mr. The CEO seems busy playing with Tita in his lap.

Mommy and Carol are out, fulfilling the invitation.

"I'm done, excuse me," I stood up, approaching Tita first who was in Mr.'s lap. CEO, the beautiful little one is being fed bread by his Daddy. It cools me every time my heart breaks, it's funny to have a baby.

"Darling, aunty said goodbye first, yeah! Get some sleep, don't be naughty, Hem? Ummuaachh ummuachh ummuach." I crouched down in front of Mr. The CEO sitting in the chair, Aretha saw our interaction, Tita chattering as if asking me to carry her, but I instead gave her a lot of kisses on her cheek hands and knees, as a farewell greeting.

"Good night" I said cheerfully.

"Ntie,,, ntie,," call Tita who's starting to call me aunty.

"I'm sorry, about that one," said Mr. The CEO half-whispered, I saw Aretha who was no longer paying attention to us, she chatted with grandma.

"I'm sorry, too" I said, after which I quickly stood up. Get off the dining table, climb the stairs upstairs to Emil's room.

Emil, what is he doing now?

I opened the door slowly, then locked it from the inside.

The bed was empty, on the balcony was also quiet, I stepped towards the bathroom, there was a shower that was lit from the inside, maybe he was bathing. Hopefully he's okay, a dispute with his brother must make Emil feel very bad.

I grabbed the briefcase, pulled out the files that had to be completed in three days, errat, two more days left. Also turn on the laptop.

The bed was messy by the scattered files, as Emil came out of the bathroom and just wrapped a towel around his waist.

"Don't get too fussy on you, let's just leave everything behind, I've thought about it,"

I looked up, surprised by what Emil said, he stood in front of the mirror, ruffled his wet hair with his hands and put on a face cream and body perfume that was scented bvlgary. Very handsome and sexy.

"It's only three more days, if you're not willing to help me, I'll do it myself, I can definitely finish it."

"It's not about finishing a three-day task, but it's about self-esteem" Emil got into bed all of a sudden, putting his face close to mine, I was shocked. We were so close after so long it felt like we didn't love each other. Makes me nervous.

My God,, Emil is so handsome, he is really handsome, his face, his body, his smell, he is perfect in my eyes, more beautiful than the gods Zeus, Apollo, or Quora, the gods are depicted as very handsome in Roman mythology.

Stop, don't be tempted, Namira, it's not time you were lured by your sexual desires. There is a mountain of work waiting to be completed.

"Stop your job, and put it in the bag, I'll give it to Zio, we'll resign from the office."

he said when he returned away, wearing a T-shirt and bokser pants, I turned my face while swallowing the saliva with difficulty. My cheeks must be blushing by now.

"No, if we do, it proves even more that if we can't, I'll prove to Zio and the O'clan family that I'm capable and I'm reliable."

"Mira!" emil shouted because I denied it.

"Why? While working overtime with me you don't want to, but every night you get to work with Sexyola, is it because you enjoy every moment of being with her?" I came down from the bed to stand facing Emil as if to challenge him.

"Namira, don't be crazy. Stop talking about Sexyola."

"Why? Whynot? In fact, that name has been the creator of the distance between us, are you still unaware of your mistake? I told you I was jealous, but you were," I showed my index finger right in front of Emil's eyes, my own tears were beginning to shed, why every time we were together there was always a fight.

"If you want out of the company, please. But I'll hang on, at least I still have a job when we're 10 days apart,"

'DEGS.'

"You still bringing it up? Forget the deal, because I'll never divorce you!"

"Why? Why would you keep me if you're still in touch with Sexyola, what does that mean to you?"

"I told you to stop calling her Sexyola,"

"Scyack!"

"Aahh,,," I retreated, Emil slammed his perfume bottle, Bvlgary's scent pouring out all over the corner of the room, but the broken glass of perfume bottles strewn across the floor became a picture of my heart breaking right now, again, Emil broke my heart so badly.

I was trembling, scared and surprised.

My hand was stretched out so that Emil would not come near.

"I don't know how you really feel about me, Emil, whenever I try to believe, you always make me doubt, and it reinforces me that you actually have a taste for Sexyola,"

"That's not true,"

"Enough, leave me alone."

I packed all the files, I'll take them to the workspace to avoid Emil for a while.

"Honey, baby,," Emil tried to prevent me, but my scarred gaze made Emil stop stepping.

"Think about your heart, who it's really anchored to, if you love me and feel sorry for Sexyola, then that means, your love for me isn't whole. And I'm ready if we're gonna part ways."

I opened the door out of the room, brought the files and the laptop into the study, crying silently in the black room in a dim light because I had not turned on the headlight.

I want to cry, I just want to cry now, why does anything Emil does always hurt my heart? It was as if he was the wrong source of the wounds God had created for me.

I dropped my head on the table, cried sobbing as I pleased, my heart ached, I hurt, really.

In this workspace there are several desks, designed like a workspace in the office, almost similar. With high bookshelves towering as a barrier between one table with another table.

"Arrangled?" the voice of someone I know very well. With shoes approaching.

I looked up, right, Mr. CEO. It turns out he's been here, not since when. Maybe he was here before I came. He was indeed a hard worker, must have secretly all this time he worked so hard to stabilize the stock O'clan fashion that almost went bankrupt at the hands of Emil.

I wiped my tears quickly. Muffled my emotions and stopped my stupid cries.

"I hope you can hold Emil's hand until he changes of his own accord until he understands his responsibilities and duties." Mr. The CEO leaned over the edge of the table, holding his arm, behind me sitting on the chair.

"She was too close to Sexyola, before she knew you, in fact, she was closer to that woman than I was a long time ago,"

I listened to every word that Mr. CEO says.

"Emil has relied heavily on Sexyola since school days, no matter what hardship she has, Sexyola is her savior Goddess, I can tell if Emil is much affected by Sexyola. Including free se.ks, as well as work matters, she was very reassuringly all taken care of by Sexyola."

I'm still silent not responding, listening carefully Mr. The CEO who speaks very seriously with a long vocabulary, not as simple as the bias is quite short dense and clear. This time it felt different, probably because what he was talking about was his sister.

"I wish you were always there for Emil, he loves you, but Sexyola is his habit, and getting rid of a habit is not easy, it may be very selfish if I ask you to give up, and holding Emil's hand when it makes you hurt, I just want Emil to choose the right path, and I see it in you,"

Mr. The CEO turned around, looking down at me in a meaningful way, the gaze of an older brother who begged me to save his lost sister, so roughly.

"MORTH!"

"Ah,,, sh.i.t.t!"

"Emil,,,,"

A kick suddenly floated Emil on Mr. CEO, until his body slumped hard to the floor.

"What are you doing with my wife in this room just the two of you, breng.sek!"

"Emil,,,,"

Emil was about to step on Mr.'s chest. CEO, thankfully Mr. The CEO quickly dodged, rolling over until Emil just stepped on the floor.

Emil was about to attack, and I managed to hold him back, holding his hand from behind.

"Emil, stop!"

Emil stopped, his chest rising up and down in rhythm with the roar of his breath that stored emotions.

Mr. The CEO stood up, rubbed the bloody tip of his lips and then screeched.

"Solve your affairs, lest the extended family know about this," said Mr. The CEO was firm, then waltzed away. Emil was about to attack her again and I kept holding her back.

"Aahh,,," Emil brushed my hand aside, he looked at me with a very sharp, a flash of hatred, anger, jealousy, pain, I knew it was because I had felt it, but wasn't he wrong?

"If I'm cheating on you with Sexyola, at least she's not my sister-in-law, but you? Is this how you play? You And Fabrizio?"

"That's not true, you misunderstood," I argued.

"Misunderstand it?" there was a sinister smile on Emil's lips. He looked away for a moment and then looked back at me sharply.

"Is this why you're not willing to leave the company? And still be adamant about our divorce? Because you're after Mr. The perfect CEO compared to me? Because I'm just O'clan's useless son? That so?"

"Emil, you misunderstand me," I tried to grab Emil's hand but he brushed it aside rudely, my tears were useless in front of Emil, he looked at me with eyes of hatred, disappointment, and? Abject.

"I was thinking if you weren't what I thought you were, Namira, the woman of mura.han. But you proved yourself tonight, that you are inferior to the ja.lang. Is this a curse from God? So I have to fall in love with a ja.lang woman like you."

"Plac!"

One slap I landed on Emil's cheek. He screeched, held his cheek that I slapped, then stepped out, I'm sure he'll be gone tonight. Sexybel.

Pain, that is all that can describe my heart that feels broken into pieces. Emil again regarded me as a cheap woman, inferior to the ja.lang.

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If the cave is Namira, the cave is not strong anj🐕 😭