Charm Duda Ganteng But Jutek

Chapter 22

Alby

I went back to my room. Azmi herself is still struggling with her work. After turning on my laptop again, I started my work.

A while later, Azmi knocked on the door and entered my room.

"Sorry sir!"

"Yes, why?"

"It turns out that the shareholder meeting is accelerating, because some of them are abroad and some are umrah. How sir?"

"That's yeah? The power on Marsha's shelf there is a list of shareholders of HS group, you try to contact them. Reschedule this meeting!"

"Ready sir!", replied Azmi.

Azmi gets ready to get out of my room. But after that, he turned around.

"Sorry sir. Can I ask you something?"

I raised my head.

"Please!", I said. Azmi sat in front of me. It just so happens that my job is not too much.

"Sorry before, was it. Father's lover?"

I chuckle softly.

"Not! Why, you have a crush?"

Azmi shakes.

"It looks like I saw him wearing a nonis bracelet, right?"

I took a deep breath. Even Azmi who used to never pay attention to women, she could see the bracelet that Amara was wearing. I just don't know.

"You see it?", I asked.

"Without purposely yes sir, when he asked if he could find you. And it just so happened that I was downstairs when she put the food box on the reception desk."

"Oh...! But I don't have anything to do with him."

"I think he likes you!"

I smiled a little. Not arrogant, many are trying to get close to me even many entrepreneurs who try to match their daughters for me. His reason? I'm handsome and well-established. They don't know what the truth is. I'm just like the workers in general. The difference is, if their salary ranges from seven to eight million I can five to six times.

That's for my salary as the leader of the HS group. Not to mention the facilities I received, to take care of Nabil also a living from papa to Mak. It's different again. And it turned out that it had been arranged by papa before.

I wonder, papa was so determined to destroy me. He's already managed to ruin my marriage with Bia. But for the rest of his life, he changed. And I still don't trust him just like that.

"That's her right, Azmi. So far I haven't been interested in thinking that way."

"Did you love your late wife as much as I love my late wife?", asked Azmi again.

"Can you act like a friend when we're both like this? Do not use formal language, except in front of others. For example, staff or clients. I'm used to it with Marsha."

"I will do it ..I will do it!", said Azmi.

"Ga used to talk to me? What is abdi jeng maneh?", I asked. We who incidentally fellow Sundanese of course know. Although both Sundanese, but there are several different vocabulary of course.

"Era gurang mah rek make my Lo! Still keneh daang salty side dish!", said Azmi began to take out her jokes. I smiled, but he wasn't that much.

(I'm ashamed to wear my lo! Still eating salty side dishes too)

"Piraku teu tiasa basa Sunda deui tos lila in Jakarta!", I said.

(Kirain ga can base Sunda again long ago in Jakarta)

"Moal waka or sir!"

"How much older are you two years than me?"

"Yes, but it's me.gue assistant father!"

"Don't take it sir. Othor lamun loba damel deui translation".

(Don't dong sir. Kasian the othor if you make many more translations)

"Gue thought, Lo type of person is very serious Mi!", I said.

"i think dad is too. Especially during this time, I saw the father always ketus and judes if facing women who previously tried to approach the father."

"Gue often hears himself. Feeling often said, handsome kok jutek. Am I dizzy? Not at all?! Let them judge for themselves. After all, they are just amazed. Nothing more than that."

"But not everything is said, sir? The proof is that Miss Amara can get a smile from you. Different from your female staff."

"They're just capers. If amara.gue ga delicious same bokapnya. Amara has been good to me. You're not aggressive enough to approach me like those freaks."

"So because..his father miss Amara?", asked Azmi.

"Hey, that's the reason so far!"

''Surely though? Not because there's something between you?"

"Gue ain't got no relationship whatsoever. You know, he's a nonis. I don't want to be the cause of him

move faith. If he moved, I hope it was because of his own beliefs."

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"Yes, how about if different religions are not good sir. Before the feeling really gets deeper, it's better not to continue."

"Who would want a relationship with Mi? No!"

"Now you may not be sir, you don't know the time to come."

"Gue is still in love with Bia, Mi!"

I told you everything I've been through from my marriage to Bia to Silvy's death.

Azmi thought, Alby still loves the mother of his son. It turns out that there was another woman who first controlled his heart. Azmi's little heart felt quite a bit of pain hearing the story of what Alby was going through. Anyone who is in that position will feel wrong. At least Alby made the right decision. If he had kept Bia, in the end all would have been hurt.

"Then, where's Miss Bia now?"

"She's married to a country man, who was none other than her former lover before me."

Azmi nodded in understanding.

"Over time confide, back to work! Thanks for being my best friend!"

"Sama-sama sir. It turns out that today my eyes are open, you're not as blind as the kids say you've been."

"Hahaha it's up to them, which obviously I still limit myself to not getting too close to the opposite sex."

"Yes, sir, it's not wrong either."

"Why are you still alone?"

"Same, haven't thought of it yet sir."

The three of us threw smiles. One, I have a new friend I can talk to.

"Oh yes, from tomorrow you use the office inventory car!"

"Thank you sir. I have a motor!"

"Ga anything. Later I said the same HRD child with maintenance as well."

Azmi nodded as well.

"Okay sir, thank you. I will use the facility tomorrow. Because today I'm on a motorcycle."

"Yes, set it up!"

Azmi nodded. After that, we were both busy.