Died Marriage
The Marriage (DN)
Dedi braced himself to knock on the door.
No reply from inside, "Miss? Is it okay"
Cheque
"Miss?!" Shouting Dedi.
Dedi circulated his gaze after seeing the empty table, as well as the sofa that was there.
"What the hell, Ded?" The grumpy woman was upset.
Dedi was shocked when he arrived2 a woman just appeared from the table column.
"Aawww." Nazeera complained when he wanted to wake up and hit the table.
"What's the lady doing under the table?" Dedi asked while following the woman.
"Working." The reply was to rub the head.
Is there anyone eating under the table column? All I know is in the bridge column, you might as well eat under the pool!
Dedi's mind raised next to his eyebrows.
"Do we need to go to the hospital, miss?" Tanya Dedi saw Nazeera was very sick.
"No need! Your brain is paranoid." Dumbling.
"People are just here too, screaming like tarzan, just like in the forest."
Miss, stop like that. You don't know, if something happens to you in this country, then I will have the consequences.
Dedi was silent near Nazeera's desk when he heard the woman's scolding.
"Next time don't use screaming everything!"
Dedi slouch.
Miss is like a lion.
"You want to stay here, or you want to go home?" The ride on the apoplexy.
"Go home, Miss!"
"Who told you to stay here?" Nazeera stomped her feet towards the elevator. "Argh... What's wrong with me?" He continued muttering as he wiped away the puddles of his tears.
Dedi still faithfully followed her, Who was that woman really?
***
One week had passed, Nazeera was still excited about the woman who had visited her.
Dring Dring Dring
"Hello, Bun..."
"How are you? why don't you ever call?" Raha asked gently.
"Yes bun. Zee is still adapting. I'll call you again."
Nazeera turned off her call.
"Ded, is there anything else? I want to go home."
"Miss... You need to hold a short meeting at the restaurant as well as lunch with the client."
Nazeera. He was lazy to argue.
I miss bang Tamar very much. Being rich isn't as good as I thought. My brain's a starry sky stack of files in front of me.
Inner Nazeera massaged her aching head.
Tok tok tok tok
"Are you again, Ded?" Nazeera asked without opening her eyes.
"This is the drink, miss."
Dedi offers a drink. Nazeera opened her eyes. "Not wrong Jaya chose you as an Assistant. Turns out your performance was very satisfying." Puji Nazeera's.
I miss my husband.
"Thank you for the compliment, madam." Dedi blushed in shame.
Nazeera realizes that she is praising Dedi.
Sucks. Why should I slip.
"I'm going to sleep, Ded. If anything wake me up. My head hurts so much. Thanks for the drink."
Dedi's out. He already knew what Nazeera meant. All this time, the woman has been studying very hard. Sometimes it hurts his heart and ears.
"You're picking me up." Ketus Dedi on Lika.
"You alone," Pointing Dedi rude. "What are you doing here?" He asked her eyes.
"Hey, what are you thinking?"
"Why do you ask like Facebook? What you think. The question belongs only to Facebook. Don't copy. Plagiarism. Remember only facebook." Lika emphasized her last words and encouraged Dedi so that she could enter Nazeera's room.
Seriate...
We are sorry for the passing of our shaykh to the real place. And also the one that hit the Sriwijaya plane. Floods and others.
May we all be in divine protection..
Oia...
we go back to the novel again..
come to my second novel..
thanksmeme it....
Miss U's.
warm regards from Nazeera.
