Charm Duda Ganteng But Jutek

Chapter 53

Alby

I brought my own car today. Azmi arrived at the office. He sent me my work schedule from morning until later in the afternoon.

Arriving at the office, the usual welcome is done by the employees of HS group.

"Good morning, Mr. Alby!", who's a workwoman.

"Morning!", I answered briefly. Suddenly someone was walking beside me. He aligns his footsteps with mine. I had to look at him. He smiled his big smile.

"Sha???!", I stopped my steps. Marsha laughed broadly at my surprised look.

"When did Lo go home huh?", I was quite surprised by the presence of Marsha who came suddenly because since marriage she lived in her hometown, Bangka.

"hahahaha, the boss! Dateng yesterday. It turns out that IRT as well as LDR fighters are not tasty Mas. That's why I came here!" said Marsha. Marsha and I headed to the elevator.

Such a sight was common for old employees. Me and Marsha are very close friends. Although at that time many thought we had nothing. And yes .. the truth is like that. Marsha has more feelings than just friends.

"Lo said to Jo, you wanna come here? I'm a wife, wherever I have permission!", I said.

"As the wife of Solehah, it is clearly the Boss!", said Marsha.

"Lo mah is not Soleha but solhot!", I said. Marsha laughed again.

Marsha and I have arrived on the floor of my room. In front of my room was Azmi who was already busy with her work. He himself had a room, but sat more often in front of my room.

Azmi turned her head towards me and Marsha. He smiled politely, probably because there was Marsha.

"Good morning boss, mba Marsha!", said Azmi.

"Good morning to Azmi!", as to Marsha.

"Oh yes can schedule a meeting with PT Sentra Timur starting at ten and also.!", Azmi hangs her sentence.

"Also what Mi?", I'm curious. Marsha glanced at me for a moment.

"There may be a secret, I go to the bathroom first!" said Marsha. Marsha left us both.

"What Mi?", I asked Azmi again.

"The same Rhd.co, Amara!", Azmi replied. Marsha who is not too far away, just hear Azmi's speech which is not whisper. It may not be a secret, but Marsha responded differently.

"Eum, that. After the meeting, what else do I have to do Mi?"

"Much! Tuh, file on the desk. Many projects need to be audited."

"There's a part of it myself Mi! I don't believe in them very much!", I said.

"It's not a matter of trusting the boss, it's just avoiding things that are not desirable. Fine, don't be stupid! After all, they're our wealthy humans who could have made a mistake."

"Yes.yes, I did what Lo said!", I said.

"Well, Mba Marsha wants to play here?"

"Hum!"

Azmi nodded.

"But Lo's schedule is busy today boss. Kasian he is in cuekin ntar!'', said Azmi.

"Yes, but what about dong."

''Don't be confused! I turned back to mas. I'm the one who doesn't know the time, playing doesn't say anything when it's been an experience if you must be busy!", said Marsha behind me. Azmi nodded badly.

"Well, how's dong Sha?", I asked.

"It's easy, I'm just going home. Same Nabil same Mak too. I bete in mulu's apartment. Jo's coming home tonight."

"Oh, yeah that's it!"

"Heum, who knows if I'm close to a child, God immediately gives children to me too heheheh!"

"Aamiin..!", I and Azmi said together.

After that, Marsha left us both. Azmi tidied up the file.

''Where's Lo?",tanyaku.

"Dhuha!", the heart was short.

"Follow!", I said as I entered my room to replace my shoes with sandals.

We both perform the two raka'at sunna prayers on our floor mushalla. About thirty minutes, we were done and prepared with work.

At half-ten, the two of us descended towards the meeting room.

Apparently, there the representative of PT Sentra Timur was already present. Do you know who was there? Yes, Bianca! The flirtatious girl who was apprenticed here at the time.

"Good morning!'', how come Azmi and I are to Bianca and her partner.

"Good morning!", Bianca's happy welcome. My people came out of the room because Azmi and I were already there.

"How are you doing, Alby?", asked Bianca.

"Alhamdulillah, fine!", I replied.

"Miss Bian, I. excuse me to come out!", said Bianca's colleague. Bianca herself just nodded.

Azmi and I sat next to each other. Azmi prepared the material that we will later use for the meeting.

"Sir Azmi, may I speak to Alby?" asked Bianca. Azmi looked up for a moment and then turned to look at me.

"No!", I answered.

"Mas Alby is still like old times? I am not a subordinate let alone an apprentice child anymore you know Alby!", said Bianca.

"It is precisely because of that, how good would you be to be professional Miss Bianca!"

''Mas Alby can be friendly with sister Naura, but why am I so jutek?", she asked pouting.

Azmi.

"Because Naura is being polite, unlike you!"

"What is it that I'm not polite?" asked Bianca.

"You still ask that?", I knitted my eyebrows.

"What's wrong with me trying to get close to you, Mas Alby?"

Azmi rolled her eyeballs lazily even though she was busy with her files.

"Wrong!", I answered briefly.

"Why?", he asked curiously.

"Because..."

Tock.... Geck...

The door of the room opens. The figure who has been controlling my mind for a few days.

"Good morning!", said Amara and her secretary.

"Good morning?!", are we all happy. Azmi glanced at her boss who seemed to still look at the beautiful face of Amara wrapped in a navy hijab. In accordance with the clothes he wears.

Amara greeted Bianca, Bianca also welcomed Amara's hand while showing her sweet smile.

"Am I late?" asked Amara.

"No!", I answered briefly. Amara did not want to look me in the eye at all as if we only knew because of business.

Amara sits on a different side to Bianca. A little bit away from me.

My eyes did not move from the figure of the girl who had seen my personal assets without any ties.

"Mas Alby!", call Bianca again. I just looked at him.

"Mas Alby hasn't answered my question yet! On what basis did Alby forbid me from approaching Alby?"

"Because I already have a lover!", I replied. Amara, who was checking her files, stopped her activity.

"really? Who?", Bianca.

"It's none of your business!", I replied again. I'm waiting for Amara's reaction. But he seems ordinary? Has he really erased his feelings for me?

"Ehemmm, sorry! Can we start our meeting? After this I still have other business!", said Amara. Bianca who was indeed young, only snorted in annoyance.

He was still too unstable to replace his father's work. His attitude is still childish.

The meeting about our cooperation went quite smoothly. During the discussion of work, we did not discuss personal matters like that.

The results of the meeting had also decided that our three companies will cooperate on projects in the city of B.

"Since the meeting is over, excuse me! Good day!", said Amara. But Amara had not yet moved, I stopped her by pulling her hand.

Everyone who was there looked at me in wonder. Bianca. His eyes focused on me who was blocking Amara's wrist.

"We have to talk!", I said as I dragged Amara into the next room.

"Alby!", Amara snarled.

"Mas Alby!", call Bianca. But I don't care about Bianca anymore, let alone the others. All I know is, Azmi led them all out of the meeting room. Amara and I were in the next room.

Amara and I are in a smaller room. Only two!

Amara didn't want to look at me at all even she turned her face to the wall with the president.

"See me Amara!", I said. The one who was standing while folding his hands over his chest, I pushed it all the way to the door.

I squeezed him and I locked him with both hands on each side of his head.

"Otherwise?", asked Amara flatly.

"I've met Daniel's brother!", I said. I saw Amara gulping her saliva. Her lips were about to say something but she couldn't seem to.

"I will take responsibility for what I'm supposed to be responsible for!", I said in front of his face. Since he was still looking the other way, I pulled his chin slightly so that he would look at me.

The eyes you meet. Her eyelashes are pliable, her eyebrows are neat even though she does not use eyebrow pencil. Her tiny lips are peach-colored. She was like Bia, who did not like to wear makeup.

Athaghfirullah! Why do I still remember my ex-wife. Now I turn my face away.

"What did Daniel say?", asked Amara. Our position still looks intimate when seen by others. Amara and I are too comfortable in this position?

I can even feel her breath on my face. Our height is not too far away, it's natural that I'm on par with him.

"He'll help me persuade you to accept my responsibility!"

Amara smiled miris.

"You always say responsibility, what kind of responsibility do you offer me? Marry me? Didn't he? Even Frans can do it!", Amara pushed me. I took a step back, but my position was still the same. Being in front of him with my hands locking the sides of his head.

"I'll marry you!", I said confidently. Again Amara just smiled cynically.

"That easy?"he asked. He lowered his hands from both sides of his head. I could even feel the soft touch of her palm. He lowered her slowly. But our eyes are still staring at each other.

"You think I want to marry a man who has absolutely no feelings for me?"

I can't answer Amara's question. Probably right! Don't I not love her? What kind of marriage do I offer to an Amara?

"If I just want to get married, Frans can do it!" said Amara.

"Don't keep comparing me to Frans Amara!", I said slowly but yes!

Amara looked the other way. But I pushed him back and squeezed him into the door.

"You want what the hell By? Hah!", he asked right in front of my eyes.

"Aren't you the one who asked me to stay away earlier? I already did. What else?", his breath hunting.

Out of nowhere, I who had been holding his hand now grabbed his nape. I kiss** her lips with full awareness. Amara didn't give a reply but she didn't reject me either.

Since there was no reply from Amara, I bit her too. Spontaneously he opened his mouth. I don't know what demons are controlling me. If Mara had not responded, this time she would have started to react. Even his hand is now on my waist. We take each other in turns. I don't know how long the activity lasted.

The sound of my phone ringing made me realize what had happened just now. Amara took her hand off my waist. Our foreheads clashed with each other.

"Sorry!", I said. Amara didn't say anything. I rubbed his lips that were reddened by my actions. Even tend to swell.

"I'm sorry Amara, but this time I realized what I was doing. Not because he was being affected by the medicine!", I said in front of his lips. Amara closed her eyes. My phone is still ringing. I slowly moved my face away from Amara.

Azmi who contacted me.

[Cash.].

[Lo what the hell? Amara doesn't do anything, right?]

Cerocos Azmi's right across there. I pulled my phone out of my ear.

[Long with. Just crazy! Now, let me out again!]

I put my phone back in my shirt pocket.

Amara stared at me intensely.

"It's content to channel your desires right?", asked Amara. He pushed me a little bit stronger.

He's gonna open the door to this room. But I pulled his hand again.

"What do you mean?", I wonder.

''Yes, let's just say I'm your impingement! Since only people like you can do it without love!", Amara pointed at my chest with her finger.

I can't believe he can say that.

"Mara!"

"What's? Want to dodge what else? You're satisfied now, By? When else are you going to do it, huh? Even Pela*** alone is more dignified because he is paid! Unlike me, who was only your filler for a moment!", he pointed at my face again.

"Mara!!", my voice had already risen.

"What?", suddenly Amara's tears just melted away.

"I. i..!", suddenly my tongue feels muddy.

"You still want to marry me because of that mistake? Even though you still have the name Bia? How can you play back to marriage? Not enough of Nabil's mother to be a victim of your forced marriage? Am I going to be your next victim, Alby??!", Mara asked so calmly but so pierced into my chest.

I focused on looking at her lips that were swollen because of me earlier. Yeah, he's not wrong! I am a depraved man!

Slowly he opened the door of the small room. But he hasn't been out yet, I pulled him in my arms.

The next second, she cried in my arms.

"Sorry! I'm sorry Amara, sorry!", I said as I rubbed his back. Suddenly the door opened, Azmi's figure entered the meeting room.

He's been beating pretty loud.

"Miss Nada is already waiting for Miss Amara in front!" Azmi said.

Let it be said apri luknut, the important friend and his boss was not to do the right thing.

I took my arms off Amara. I removed the trace of her tears.

"You Frans can meet your parents, I will do the same!", I said slowly. He looked up at me.

"I deliver to Nada!", I said, holding Amara's hand. Lead him out of the room.

Azmi only took a deep breath while shaking her head slowly.

Azmi, Alby is not Lo! So don't want him to be the same Lo! Inner Azmi is following her boss from behind.

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