Denisa Rosaline

Because I'm Shame

Eagle POV

"It's not your fault, Nyet?" Rendi held back her laughter as much as possible hearing the sentence I just uttered. We spent the afternoon in the park next to my parents' house. Coincidentally papa asked me directly to the house after meeting with Mr. Bryan's done. Regular, report to the owner, because it's a big project. Rendi came here because I asked, there are some files that I have to sign and I am lazy to go back to the office.

"Yep! Keep on playing me!" my hardik even makes him more ngakak. Damn this kid!

"Hahahahaha ..." his laughter sounded very happy on top of my suffering.

"Kamvvret lo, Nyet!" I threw the key in my hand and landed perfectly on the head of this brash friend of mine.

"okay! Okay!" he raised both hands after his laughter stopped. "Lu mean the same thing you said earlier?"

"100%!" answer me steady.

"OKAY. When you're ready, I'm ready too!" said it.

This is what I like about Randy. He I can always rely on.

"Later at night just direct action, Nyet. Show me where it is, I'll go there!"

" sip's. Ntar I'm shareloc," he said as he lifted his two thumbs up his head. "Yes, if so I pull it off first. The work is still piled up. Pamitin same bonyok you!" he said he left without hearing my answer.

After a meeting with Mr. Bryan I went straight home. Aline I told the office to bring the documents for the meeting. While his friend's motorbike earlier I told my driver to bring it. And here I am now, lying on a soft mattress while staring at the ceiling of the room.

I've been really lazy to work lately because I don't feel good to see my secretary. Indeed this is all my speech as well which the other day to him. His disappointed look really made me unable to focus on work. I repeatedly apologized and repeatedly said "yes" but still I did not feel satisfied, felt he was not sincere. Like something stuck in the heart and sometimes make it tight. He is not as happy and as cool as usual. That's how fucking it affects him. And all this because of my stupidity that believes Aura's words.

Aura, yes, he is the cause of all this! Aura is the son of my best friend who happens to be Ethan's wife, the son of my best friend. I have known them both since childhood and have been close to both.

I was provoked by Aura's remark that Aline was an untrue woman who disguised herself as a Muslim. Is it natural that I believe the words of a friend I have known since childhood? Somehow, hearing what Aura said made something in my heart I did not accept but instead trusted him just like that because honestly I also had seen Aline walk with a different man on several occasions. And everything happened after the AC HUT event the other day. Is it true that he changed partners from one rich man to another? But the reality I see is like that. Ahhh, I doubt it.

I should have realized that Aura didn't like Aline because her husband liked her as a grown woman. It's not Ethan's fault either. As a fellow man, I can understand Ethan's attitude. During their marriage, as far as I know, Aura was not a good wife to Ethan. It's only natural that Ethan is hooked on my secretary who is above average. Aline is physically beautiful and attractive. As far as I know, he is kind, also intelligent, cheerful and deft. The friendly but mysterious carrying seemed like a magnet for the adam to get closer.

Several times I heard rumors from Rendi about their relationship. However, never once have I seen the closeness of the two of them that can be described as "near". It seems natural because Ethan was once his boss. Ahh, back to the topic.

My relationship with my secretary deteriorated, both personally and professionally. Not for him, but for me. He was clearly seen keeping his distance from me. Although all the tasks he did as usual, but it was not enough to make me feel satisfied. Speak very ironically and be cold. Something I don't like when it happens in my company and now I have to experience myself because of me.

Two nights ago, I called Rendi. Rendi got to know Aline first because the girl had worked as an iron worker at her parents' house and became her secretary before becoming my secretary. Something that amazed me a girl from a long time ago was that she looked classy but was not shy about doing the work of an ART. From Rendi, I didn't get any enlightenment. There's not much info I can use. My man did not help me at all, mocking me and further corrupting me with his unfaithful advice. And in the end I had to give up this matter at any time.

Until the long-awaited time comes. This morning he reminded me of my schedule. But because of the encouragement of laziness and reluctance to work, I ignored his message and play PS in my apartment.

Back in the office at 10am today made him a little upset. There was a sense of happiness tucked into seeing his unfortunate face. But that happiness changed with panic when he asked me if I forgot the important meeting schedule with an important client today, Mr. Bryan, CEO Noah Enterprise?

I really panicked. My brain's dead-end, blank, can't think anymore once I know there's no helipad. "A company that big time doesn't have a helipad?" I grumbled and cursed many times spilling my frustration. I swear, the only thing in my head is my company that's going to suffer a loss. This project is fantastic. Some of the profits are even approved to be allocated as employee bonuses. You can imagine how much of an advantage this project would have if it really were. And everything could have failed because of my lack of professionalism. "Come, think dong, Erlangga! Lo it's genius! Benefitin brain watery Lo!!" I tried to generate positive energy within myself, but unfortunately it didn't work. Damnit damnit! Damnit damnit! Damnit damnit!

And once again, my secretary performed a maneuver that I thought was extreme. But I had no choice but to follow his idea. Getting to the location of the meeting by motorbike was never in my mind. But I have to admit it was the best idea there was, back then.

I was pressed by time and the shadow of failure, finally with a heavy heart I agreed to the idea. And damn, he laughed at me when I told him I couldn't bring a bike. It is insolent to be a secretary. I wanted to be angry but I did not dare, finally I was the only one who made his laughter stop instantly. This time I need him, I depend on him. For the sake of the project and the thousands of employees who sustained his life in my company, finally with a heavy step I followed his steps. How else, this time the fate of the company half is in the hands of this girl, so must be patient and give in.

In the elevator, I pretended to concern myself with the gadget while occasionally stealing glances towards it. I smile to myself considering the cold situation between us suddenly thawing due to my carelessness. There is always wisdom behind everything, right? But more important than all this is how to attract the heart and interest of Mr. Bryan wants this partnership to work. If not, then the futile sacrifice of my self-esteem is piggybacked with this female model of my secretary.

Before leaving, he asked me to push the bike up a bit away from the lobby. I've been thinking badly about him who wants to embarrass me by pushing this damn bike. For what reason do I want to be told to my subordinates? But still I do, I am patiently rumored myself to arrive at the goal safely and on time.

"Stop! Stopit! Already, Sir. Enough's enough! No one saw that here," he said while taking over the handlebar of the motorbike, then handed over the bag he was carrying to be a barrier to his back and my chest fit the splint.

I was also very deep in my heart. Just crazy! I've thought bad-bad, it turns out he does not want to humiliate but instead he wants to keep my pride as a big boss so as not to be embarrassed in the piggy bank of his female secretary. Emang whose name is always capable of possessing and poisoning the human mind. Astarghfirullah's.

The motor runs, speeding through the crowded streets of Jakarta. He looks so happy to be able to beat me up. Several times he shouted hysterically so happy to be able to race while on a quiet street. His style is like a professional racer, make my stomach nauseous but must remain focused for grip, fear of falling.

Thank goodness we arrived on time and safely. The meeting went well and as expected. Mr. Bryan is a very good businessman. But I'm glad our company finally got to work with a company like Noah Enterprise.

Of course I'm glad to hear this news. And I have a reason to relax the rest of the day and not have to go back to the office. Back I spent that afternoon playing PS until the hour promised by Rendi.

his Day Night

"I'll ask you again, Nyet! Are you really sure?" Joints her to me as if I was just messing around.

"One more time Lo tanyain, Lo get a beautiful plate, Nyet!" I'm the head of his. "So a man can't slay!" He rubbed the head of my former toyoran.

"Your request is sudden. As far as I'm concerned you're the most anti-motorcycle!" buy over.

"Yep, but that was then, now it's not!" I said, lightly. Rendi knows I'm traumatized by the bike. I once fell overwritten the motorcycle during Junior High first because I hid from the girls who were chasing me. As a result, congratulations, there I was embarrassed plus my legs sprained and forced to walk using crutches for almost three weeks. Since then, I've been anti with something called a motorcycle.

"okay! Let's see! Are you willing or unwilling." Well, he's abstaining from me.

It's past midnight. We were on a quiet residential street. I intend to learn to bring the bike to Rendi. I failed many times but I got up and tried again. Until finally I managed to ride a matic motorcycle that Rendi carried perfectly. I don't know whose bike he borrowed.

"The service also damages!" chirp it when raising the motor to the rear tub of the pick-up.

"Don't be a hard man, Lo, Nyet! I paid for the repair costs. Repot very much you become a man." During my friends, this time I heard him complain about his work.

"It's it that's nerepotin!" sambarna. "Udah, I'm sleepy. The day after you return here. You learned to bring a gear motor!" he was an athlete coach.

"Next wait the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow night!" bargain me.

"Tomorrow I'm busy. It's almost dawn anyway! Why did you learn to take a motorcycle?" tanyanya.

"What the hell. Want to go again!" I try to give.

"Yaudah, the day after tomorrow is not so!" Well, he's sulking.

"Eits, patient dong, bro. Play is off!" He looked at me with a view I could not ignore.

"Iye iye, I ngaku!" break me up in the end.

I took a deep breath. Prepare my mental because I know the ending will not be good in me.

"So I was late for the office, I forgot about the meeting. Because the time mepet, I finally went to Noah Enterprise using a motorbike. Minjem 'Ninja' Aline's marketing friend, who was joined by him," answered me briefly, clearly and densely while smearing the wounds on my hands and feet with antiseptics.

"Maha...." Rendi laughed out loud on the count of three. I just let him keep me satisfied. Let's count all the subtle creatures.

"So you. so you. hahahahaha." he said intermittently holding his stomach.

"Damn you!"

"So you learn to take a motorcycle because of your secretary? hahaha.... The hawk.... Hawks... What do I think."

"Yes, because I'm ashamed of being piggybacked on girls! Satisfied lu???"

"Happy really! hahahahahaha.." again he laughed out loud. "Should've been you videin, trus uploaded on medsos. Must be viral," he sneered.

"Damn it!" I said, walking towards my car, leaving him still trying to assuage his laughter.

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