CEO Held And Princess Nobles

Sad to Frame Heart

Arfan's daily routine is very draining of mind and energy. Since becoming CEO, he began to rarely be next to the wife who is also in need of attention from him.

Arfan cannot deny, sadness that sometimes frames the heart. He must prove himself worthy. Not just in front of your parents and parents! But, prove yourself worthy in the presence of all those who denounce, scorn him and many more words that do not please him.

As a CEO, it was fitting that Arfan had his own personal assistant. It is needed by him to take care of his needs. In accordance with the requests and also the wishes of Arfan and Fayra. Arfan also recruited a personal assistant.

Who is Arfan's personal assistant?

He is the best graduate from abroad. He was a brave young man. Not only that, he is also a smart and multi-talented young man. It was Hamas Asad who was entrusted to take care of all Arfan's important schedules in the company.

Not only that, the other advantage of this young man is that he is a hafidz qur'an. So, he is very suitable to accompany an Arfan Alhusayn. Their thinking path would be the same.

There will be something called a difference of opinion. But isn't that a normal thing?

Because, everyone must have their own opinions and views. The same goes for Arfan and Hamas.

"Assalamualaikum, sir!" greet Hamas to Arfan who is already at his desk.

"Waalaikumsalam," answered Arfan by turning his eyes from the report he was reading at the moment, then he looked at his personal assistant.

"Look, Sir. I'd like to tell you about the business trip we're going to take, sir. Do you think we should just accept an invitation from a company in Canada, sir?" ask Hamas, which is still waiting for the decision from the boss.

Before answering, Arfan considered something in his brain. If he does business abroad, automatically Fayra will feel lonely. And ... not to mention Fayra's behavior lately, much more different than before.

Moreover, now his beloved wife is pregnant with their first child.

"If, I accept an invitation from this foreign company .. then, Fayra should be able to sincerely release my departure abroad. But, if later Fayra is not willing. What should I do?!" inner Arfan felt indecisive and sweat had begun to pour.

"Sorry, Sir! So, what do I have to answer them for, sir?" ask Hamas again to Arfan who still has a bad face.

"Eh, yes. Can ... Give me a little time? Please, you tell them like that, yeah! I want to ask this first to my wife" explained Arfan who always included Fayra in every decision he would make.

Not without reason Arfan did that! Obviously, it was because of Fayra who had guided himself to become a CEO at this time. The intervention of the wife in the development of Arfan's performance in the company is very large.

So, it is fitting that he must also ask permission first to his beloved wife. So that later does not cause estrangement between himself and his beloved wife.

Moreover, their household heresy is still fairly young age. The age of marriage that is still vulnerable, will try and test for both. In addition, the ego that often possessed Fayra and Arfan of course.

"All right, Sir! I will inform their side immediately. Later, there will be a lunch schedule with our colleagues, sir. Then excuse me, sir!" hamas's pamphlet bowed to Arfan.

"Yes, thank you, Ham!"

"It's my job, sir. So, you don't have to worry. If, there's more to be needed. Don't hesitate, Sir! Call me sir" said Hamas Asad with his excellent ethics of decency. It can be said almost the same as Arfan the superior.

"Yes, of course. Now you can go, Ham. I want to contact my wife first" Arfan said.

"Good, Sir. Excuse me!" Hamas left Arfan alone in his room.

With a deft finger Arfan plays on the screen of his phone. Then, he sought out his beloved wife's contact, 'My Life's Purpose', a very unique name Arfan pinned to Fayra on his phone.

Tut .. tut .. tut ....

"Assalamualaikum, Ma!" greet Fayra across there.

"Waalaikumsalam, my beloved wife. What are you doing now, hmmm? Is it bothering you?"

"Ah, slow down, Ma'am! It hurts so much" cried Fayra to someone called by him.

"Fay, what are you doing? Why are you screaming in pain, hmmm? Don't panic, Fay!" arfan screams from behind his cell phone.

"I'm in a massage to relax, Mas. Would you like to be in a massage too, hmmm? If you want ... go home now, Mom! I will also be very happy you can go home quickly," said Fayra spoiled while enduring the pain of her massage.

"No, Fay! I just want to ask you something important. Can you listen to me, Fay?"

"Say, Mum! I'm ready to hear whatever your complaint is, Mom. Ma'am, it was a while ago, yeah! Later, I told him to come in again if I had finished calling my husband," Fayra told her mother. The masseuse left Fayra alone in his room.

Meanwhile, Arfan is still faithfully waiting for the next response from the wife.

"Mas, what did you say?" ask Fayra who has refocused on her husband.

Doubt entered into the heart of Arfan, when he wanted to convey the news of the invitation of the foreign company to the idol.

It's nothing, Fayra's already emotional. Just imagine if Fayra found out about the news later. I don't know what Fayra's gonna do. Only God knows what will happen next.

"Eh, yes. Sorry, Fay! He was thinking. Oh, yes Mas got an invitation from a foreign company abroad," for a moment Arfan was silent. For the sake of wanting to ascertain the response of the wife to his words just now.

Silent!

"So, do you think you can go to meet the invitation, dear?" arfan asked his wife.

Fayra was silent across there. He could only occasionally sigh heavily.

"Mas, now you are a leader. So, I'm sure whatever decision you make. So, that is the most appropriate decision, Mas ...," said Fayra with the firmness he tried to try.

"Thank you for your trust in you, my dear!"

"Yes, Mas. Oh, ja. Which country are you going to, Mom?"

"Canada, Fay. What's up, Fay?"

When Arfan said Canada, Fayra immediately imagined the face of his beloved sister, Savina Maheswara.

"Mas, I'd be very happy if you could go as soon as you can to Canada, Mas. So, when are you gonna go there, Mas?"

This time, Arfan increasingly did not understand anymore with the attitude of the wife.

"Well, why is he so easily and so excited? What's going on?" arfan whispered in his brain.

Long time no reply, Fayra also slightly yelled at Arfan.

"Mas ...?! Why are you quiet, anyway?! When, Mas ...?!" fayra's screams behind his advanced phone.

"Oh, yes. Soon, Fay. Maybe, tomorrow morning! Hamas has taken care of all the preparations. So, you just leave whenever you're ready, baby," Arfan explained in as much detail as possible.

"OK, I'll also prepare your luggage, Mas. Don't forget lunch, yeah! Later, we'll have dinner outside. Counting, as refreshing before the brain is tense, right?" kelakar Fayra while amusedly holding his laugh at this moment.

"alright. Lunch with colleagues, yes. Don't forget to eat lunch and get enough rest! Remember, don't be tired, honey! You are pregnant now" advised Arfan who bombarded his wife.

"Ready, Mom! Ready it!" fayra replied quickly.

"Assalamualaikum, Wife!"

"Waalaikumsalam, Husband!"

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After their conversation was interrupted, Fayra hurriedly picked up a piece of paper. Then, he began to give the engraving on that piece of paper with his thoughts and feelings.

Apparently, a lot of Fayra poured on a piece of white paper. Fayra's writing engraved with pitch-black ink was etched so neatly.

The woman who has begun to mature in each is not her horn. Now he can think clearly and wisely. This was proven, when she was already the wife of an Arfan Alhusayn.

Fayra began writing letters to Savina Maheswara.

Dear my beloved brother who is far from sight. But close to my heart. My world feels lonely again. When I hurriedly decided to leave. If I could just turn the time around. Then, I'll re-rotate it, brother. Trust me, I really don't know how you feel right now.

However, one thing I know is clearly drawn on your eyeball. Your jealousy sees my happiness. Moreover, when I was married to Arfan.

Sis, did you really like my husband at first, sis?

Sorry if I'm late in asking this. But, there's a sense of tightness in my chest this. When you see the tears on your face that look sad.

Really am!

If you want happiness from me. Then, say, Brother! What does she want from me, brother?

Please, stop ignoring me, brother! I really feel guilty for you and for Raynar too. I know papa spoils me too much. Meanwhile, on the both of you papa is not so.

Tertandara, Fayra Maheswara.^^^

...*****...