Charm Duda Ganteng But Jutek

Chapter 24

Alby

"Papa leaving, dear?!", I said to Nabil who was in Ani's tea bribe. And the boy seemed to understand that his papa was going to work.

"Breakfast first or jang!" said Mak.

"Ngga need Mak. Breakfast with Azmi. Usually he brings breakfast with him at lunch."

"Lha, would you like to eat your assistant keep By? Not good at all!"

"Kan Alby ge change make money Mak. Not for free."

"Oh, yeah, it's over! Be careful!"

"Yes Mak. Why?!"

"Getishalam."

I also headed to the office. I smiled all the way to the office. Does anyone know why?

Yup, today there is a meeting of HS group shareholders. I've been waiting for this day to arrive. Because only with this meeting can I look at Bia again with satisfaction.

Yeah, even though she's now somebody's wife anyway. But I haven't been able to move on from him. I don't know because of what!

I gave the keys to the security guard. After that I went to the elevator. Many employees greeted and respected me. But as usual, I still wear my mask.

I deliberately stood in the line of employees queuing up the elevator. In fact, the elevator is specifically for the higher-ups of this building.

From here I know the conversations of my employees. From the saying I'm jutek, fierce, pretentious pretentious, belagu and yes. That's their view. Even more ridiculous, I was said 'turn' because always install the wall if it is near the women. The rumor gets louder when Marsha resigns and is replaced by Azmi, a man.

The assumption was increasingly intense into gossip in hs group employees. But so far, I've kept it quiet. And yes.namely netizens, I am the arrival of Amara did not escape to be the subject of their gossip.

"Are you guys on the paycheck just to comment on me?", I asked in a calm but intimidating voice. The ciwi-ciwi who was gossiping immediately looked back.

Okay, I accidentally opened my mask. Not for capers on them. But I want them to hear clearly when I talk like that. Not like people who gargle because it is covered in a mask.

The women who had been gossiping suddenly pias sipped his saliva violently.

"You, you and you? From what division? What floor?", cercaku. They also answer. I recorded their answers.

"High sp one of me. The HRD people will bring it to your desk!", I said leaving them to my elevator. After that, I didn't know what was going on downstairs.

"For sir?!"

"Morning, bring breakfast, right?"

"Bring sir, but the rich are not your taste."

"What's mother?"

"Garang asem sir. Recipe from my late wife."

"Oh, I'm scared! yes, I changed ntar!"

"Ready sir? oh yeah, it's meeting at one o'clock, sir?!"

"Yes, I have breakfast!"

After taking the food that Azmi brought, I also had breakfast. Although male, Azmi has good cooking skills. Proven the taste of the cuisine is delicious.

He could be my role model other than religion or life experience. A solid partner.

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Azmi and I met a client downstairs. When I was going to the elevator, someone I was waiting for was there. I patted her shoulder. He looked surprised.

"Miss!"

"Lt!"

He still knows me well even though I wear my mask. I persuaded him to take the special elevator.

The meeting went well. After the event, I pulled Bia's hand before getting into the elevator. Although there were only two of us, Bia still did not want to be held.

I asked him if he was happy with Febri. She firmly answered yes, and it was more painful when I heard that she was pregnant at this time.

My chest is painful, I feel he is insinuating me even though he may not have such intentions.

She just wanted to show that she was happy with her husband! But I'm still fixated on the guilt that's been so wasted.