Charm Duda Ganteng But Jutek

Chapter 48

Alby

"Who?", asked Azmi who was now sitting in front of me by handing over some papers that I had to sign.

"doctor Frans!"

''Yes, I know his name is Doctor Frans. I asked, did you Lo? How many I just found out, Lo gaul same bule? Foreign investors, I know. But he's a doctor? You always make them the same as me!"

"She ngaku her boyfriend Amara time abroad." Azmi nodded thinly while boasting 'oh' ria.

"She also met Amara, only Amara told her. If he was in a relationship with someone else. Frans find out for himself, if the closest to Amara is just me. Unfortunately, I told you that I have nothing to do with Mara."

"Hey??? You're rich, by the way? Just as you have fallen in the self-esteem of Amara boss Alby!", Azmi shook her head.

"Gue knows Mara will talk to Frans for the reason Frans refused to return. If Mara said that from the beginning, maybe I can help!"

"What help? Help boong Frans, or help realize the wishes and story of Amara to Frans, if Lo lover?"

I stared at the breathless aspri as well as my secretary. Why does he like it!

"Ga can answer, right, Lo? Rejecting the geeky girl Lo can be assertive, judes, jutek! An honest turn is just as your own feelings can be. Are you trying to get rich?"

''Lo said what the hell?", I pulled the file that Azmi brought. I open the origin while signing the page that needs my signature.

"Gue knew Lo was still scared!", Azmi said.

''Fear what?", I asked without taking my eyes off the file.

"Fear of hurting others but the truth is that Lo is like this Lo is still hurting him!", Azmi spoke softly and in a serious tone.

I put my pen a little hard on the table. I looked at my Aspri who looked more like my babysitter and my advisor.

"What do I need to do?"

"Lo asked Lo herself!", Azmi resuscitated her back.

"Ckkk.ga needs to be twisted. Sok atuh if you want to give me some wejangan. Don't be afraid to tell her!"

"Why emotions? Little angry, little nagging. Rich gentlemen out of cigarettes." Azmi just further provoked my emotions. I closed my eyes and inhaled oxygen.

"The more here you're infuriating, no, Mi!"

"I'm not the one that sucks. But his lo is a man who is not firm. Don't you learn from your experience?"

"What do you mean???", I asked in wonder.

"My handsome and generous boss. You've never regretted the decision you've taken, now you want to repeat again?"

''What do you mean Azmi??? I don't get it! What a hard thing is speaking clearly!"

Azmi restored her hair and rolled her eyes lazily.

"Don't really, I don't think the same Lo! Pantes aja Bia prefer Febri weigh Lo. It just sued so! So strict man why the hell! Don't just win in front of the doang!"

"Eta biwir!!!", I threw a pen at Azmi's face. But he quickly caught her.

(That's the lips)

"Gue think you have started to move on from Bia!", chirped Azmi.

"Well, what?", I asked.

"But you don't know either! You're the one who's alone!"

"I should have missed Bia. But it's hard, Mi!"

"So much Lo ! What matters now is how you think. Amara really doesn't mean anything in Lo's heart? If so, you will be back with Frans Barin Amara. But if you feel Amara needs you to fight, yes please!"

"What is the rich fight about Azmi? Do you want me to date Amara? Kan Lo said you can't date, how the hell!"

"Who told Lo to date Amara? Does she want to date Lo?"

"Dizziness I'm talking to Lo, Mi!"

"Well, don't talk to me! Yea!!! The handsome guy wants a Friday!", said Azmi waltzing away without giving an explanation about what she was talking about just now. Really late for people!

"Gue tagged along!", I finally joined the one-child widower for the friday. Don't forget I replaced my shoes with flip-flops under my desk.

Although we had a chat that was not clear, when we came out of the work room, we returned to cool mode again.

Azmi is cool but she's not as smart as me, according to my employee's judgment anyway.

"Sir Alby!", call someone. I seem to have seen that figure. But who?

"Yes?"

"Hi, forgot? I'm Naura, Bram's wife."

Oh yes I remember Naura who was pregnant at that time wanted to wipe my cheek.

"Yes, mba Naura. How come it's in my office?", I asked.

"Yes, there's the same business as the marketing department. Kan company mas Alby cooperates with my father-in-law company, PT Sentra Timur."

"Oh, so PT Sentra Timur it, belongs to parents mas Bram?"

Naura nodded quickly.

"But Alby knows for himself, Bram prefers his culinary business. So, his papa company is now in Bianca's hands. Used ... Bianca interns here, right? Now he holds the company!", said Naura.

Azmi held back her laughter. Just remember when Alby cursed Bianca for getting close to Alby, uh. Moreover, her business partner is no longer an intern at her company.

"Em, sorry mba Naura. We want to pray on Friday. Excuse me!"

Azmi and I left Naura. Naura just nodded slowly and thinly.

"His luck... After he is not an intern at this office, Bianca will be more bitter deketin Lo deh, By!"

"Bodo very much, even he deketin Lo!", I said walking away from Azmi.

"Did? It's not!"

We both headed to the mosque near our office building.