Died Marriage

Strive Hard

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"Dream in life, don't live in dreams."

@Andrea Hirata

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Thursday has arrived, the agreement between Jaya and Nazeera has been exhausted. Nazeera is very happy to escape Jaya's confinement. Following him anywhere for a week was a very boring thing for him.

When he arrived at his shop, he was busy struggling in front of the laptop. Saw some reports as long as he didn't come in.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

"Mba, take a break. Employees are waiting downstairs." Asyah reminded.

The woman in question immediately nodded then stood up to pick up her phone. He walked with his assistant.

His forehead creased as he opened his phone. There were several calls from unknown numbers.

"What's the mba?" Asyah asked as she looked towards Nazeera.

"Here, there's some call from an unfamiliar number." Nazeera answered, showing Asyah her phone.

"Telphon back again mba, so you know from whom." Asyah.

"Oh yeah." Nazeera grinnedly scratched her non-itchy head.

"Well, after we eat." Her impression of keeping her phone in her pants pocket.

They had arrived at the dining room with the employees. The habit they do at rest is to eat together. Enjoying lunch with jokes and laughter.

The employees are very grateful to have a young boss like Nazeera. Not arrogant and mingling with anyone. Unless the work is unfinished, added Nazeera's mood is not good. The impact will shift to employees.

All employees know how they are. The cold aura on him would just come out. If the boss' mood is good, then they are not awkward to joke around, and vice versa. Age differences with employees are not a barrier. However, manners are still practiced by them.

The employees are aware of rumors about Akhyar's marriage. Everyone was saddened by the sadness his boss was experiencing. Now, all they need to do is entertain and avoid questions that will make Nazeera remember her past.

"Mba, thank you, yeah." Say to one of the employees when they finish lunch.

Nazeera simply smiled, How can I ever dissolve in my sadness continuously. Seeing them excited makes me better.

The ISOMA (Rest, prayer and eating) hours are over, they return to their respective places.

Inside Nazeera's workspace, her phone rang. Again he frowned. Who always calls.

When I want to raise his call. Asyah came, "Mba, outside there is someone who wants to order a wedding dress, but he wants to go directly to Mba who met him."

Nazeera undoes his intention to shift the green color. "Here you go, tell him to come straight in."

He saw his phone back, but the call was dead. He called the number but it was inactive. "Huuufffttttttt, it's a waste of time." His murmur exhaled a rough breath.

The sound of knocking on the door made his gaze point there. His face grew even more fed up when he saw who had entered. The woman went straight in and sat on the sofa without being allowed to leave.

"Wahh, so you got this boutique?" He looked in amazement in disbelief.

Nazeera took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Trying to smile is probably better. Start with a smile to the traitors.

Nazeera headed for the sofa, "As you saw yourself." His words were cold and cold.

"Zee, I'm sorry." The woman said sincerely.

"I'm sorry, our business is just a customer."

The woman smiled awkwardly, "I looked at one of the magazines. I've been wanting to visit here for a long time." Familiar words.

Nazeera just smiled bitterly. Try to be as calm as possible.

"This bike is pretty good too. That's why I didn't think the owner was you."

Nazeera just looked at him flatly. Trying to come to terms with her mood that was being messed up just because of this woman.

Caffe is also his. Because the name is the same. Inner woman it is.

His daydream stopped as Nazeera asked.

"What business did you come here for?"

"Eh, that... Emm I'm here to make a wedding dress." Said carefully. Afraid Nazeera will take offense.

"Our wedding is just a few days away. But I just stopped by for a wedding dress. You see yesterday I was so busy and so was Akhyar." The connection is long by wide.

I guessed it. Inner Nazeera.

"It's okay if you can't. I can go somewhere else." He said when he saw Nazeera's face was not friendly. He took his bag and stood up.

"Who said I couldn't. I can make it special for you guys in just 48 hours." Nazeera pressed his last word.

"Waw, does that mean you've given Akhyar away, Zee?" Ask ensures.

Nazeera smiled bitterly. Again, I asked about feelings.

"Yes, May!!! Live your future well." Nazeera said standing up to pick up some objects on the table.

"What do you want?"

Well, the woman who met Nazeera was Maya, the future wife of Akhyar. The woman begins to explain as she wishes, Nazeera notes as Maya wishes.

"I told Akhyar to come here. So that you can easily measure it." Maya speech after completion measured by Nazeera.

Nazeera simply nodded busily writing on the paper.

"Zee's? You still mad at me?" Maya sits near Nazeera.

"Why are you silent? Answer me, Zee." Maya holds Nazeera's shoulder.

Nazeera sat opposite the woman, "May, don't lure anyone. Do you know how I am?"

Maya immediately hugged Nazeera, the woman was crying. "Zee, I'm sorry. Hikz hikz. Sorry me. It's really hard for you and for me."

Nazeera frowned, she was just silently fixated. "Are we not friends?" Mayan is still crying.

"If you think I'm a friend, but why are you cornering around sharp corners?" Ask Nazeera.

"That-That's because...." Maya silent.

"Then, when has your relationship been? Why are you both betraying?!"

Maya cries more and more, tightening her arms back.

"Zee, I miss your hug. Don't be cold to me. I can't afford it."

Nazeera still hasn't returned Maya's embrace. He was trying to be patient, he had to get used to this kind of situation. So that his heart will long be accustomed. Is it not possible for Ala to get used to it?

The woman let go of her embrace when she heard her phone ring.

Before he raised the call, he set his breath and voice. Removing the rest of the tears on her cheeks.

"Hello."

"..."

"Follow the address I gave you."

"..."

"Then."

He turned off the phone. "Zee, I'm going down first?"

Without waiting for an answer, Maya had already passed.

Oh God, strengthen my heart. Peace my heart. You are the One who turns his heart. Do not make my heart hate it. Inner Nazeera sobbed at Maya's back.

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A young man came, wearing black curses.

"Hey, why don't you just go inside." Maya is writhing in the man's arm.

The man did not reply to her words, He just stared at her flatly.

Seeing that, Maya becomes a manyun, Always so.

"Yes, nothing. Let's just go in yuk." Bring along.

They entered Nazeera's room. Upon entering, Maya becomes confused herself.

Seriate...

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Uuuhhhuuuukkk...

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