Dilemma of Marriage Left

Dilemma of Marriage Left
Chapter 110



Lativa was surprised when Rusli asked that. "Yes ... This morning after the company's opening ceremony, Antony suddenly came and grabbed my arm. Fortunately, it is the same again. She was thrown out by the security guard from there," obviously the woman was a little nervous.


Rusli immediately took a deep breath. "What did he say to you?"


"He said he wanted to take me back to him, because I was still his wife. Even so, obviously I don't want to. I'm afraid it's happening again. Moreover, I don't believe in the same traitor as him," replied Lativa sounding stern and stubborn.


Rusli was silent. On the one hand, the man understood about Lativa's trauma yesterday and it also made him dislike Antony. But on the other hand, Rusli also understands that Antony does still have rights over Lativa because their status is still clear. But Rusli was worried that if left unchecked, Lativa would still be in trouble.


"If I help you how?" tawar Rusli's. He turned his head while putting both of his hands in his pants pocket.


"Huh? How do you help, sir?" Lativa actually pretended not to understand. The woman felt indebted for helping her. Under the orders of Fatan.


"Gini, what do you want?" rusli asked, but Lativa immediately frowned. "Your relationship with him means?" move on quickly.


Lativa's face instantly turned ordinary. "Oh ... I want a divorce from him. Moreover, both of his parents also seemed to be hands off with this problem. So what is it to defend? Being among them, I was like a stranger" Lativa replied honestly.


"OK, if that's what you want .. I can handle your divorce with him. But through lawyers recommended from me yes. The rest let your business be with a lawyer, consider me as an intermediary."


Lativa immediately choked. "Sorry Mr ... Actually I ..."


"Don't worry. I'm helping you because I care as Boss Fatan has done all this time. Anyone who needs help, as long as I can ... I'll definitely help." Not yet Lativa continued his words, Rusli already knew. Of course Lativa becomes increasingly unpleasant. "Pun as much as I can," concluded Rusli.


As far as Lativa knows Rusli. In his eyes, the man was very good. About her divorce with Antony, the second time Rusli's kindness flowed to her.


"Thank you very much, sir. I don't know what else to say. Because I was also actually confused about where to part with Antony," said Lativa who involuntarily bead his eyes to glass.


"Sama-sama," said Rusli with a sincere smile that expanded from both corners of his lips. "If so tomorrow after lunch, meet me in the second floor meeting room. We'll talk more about this" he continued.


"Good, Sir. Thank you very much." Lativa smiled with relief. It's like finding a bright spot on his problems with Antony.


"Ehem!"


Deheman's familiar voice in their ears, especially Rusli made both of them quiet. I don't know since when the guy was standing behind them.


Rusli turned his head and looked down respectfully at the person who was now facing him. "Boss, when's it here?"


"Newly anyway. I'm going to the car uh just open the door there's both of you ... I'm not happy to pass by, let alone the gaze between you is like having 'chemistry'." That man is Fatan. Indeed like his style, haphazard and too honest when talking, aka bars.


Lativa and Rusli looked at each other. But Lativa still looks ordinary. Unlike Rusli who was a little misbehaved after getting led by his boss.


Don't want to extend that. Rusli immediately gave way so that Fatan could pass. Though the entrance terrace of the restaurant is very spacious. It was basically Fatan who was a ignorant person.


"Sorry Boss, please."


"I mean, Boss?" tukas Rusli's. But Fatan did not respond to his question, but simply left.


Without Rusli realizing that it turns out Lativa can still hear what was said by Fatan earlier. The woman chose silence, not responding. His heart was not fully opened to accept new people. The trauma is still haunting, how can Lativa quickly fall in love again? Basically, he does not love a man easily.


"Sorry Mr. Rusli, it looks like I have to go inside" Lativa said.


"Oh yes, please." Rusli smiled, saying, Lativa then went in to get to his mother.


After Lativa left, Rusli rubbed the nape of his neck. The man looked wrong.


"Why could Fatan's boss say that?" then he came inside.


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Time is rolling so fast. It doesn't feel like it's nine o'clock by now. Nila along with other family members also decided to end the event and choose to go home each.


As usual, Nila and Fatan went home last time to make sure no one was left at the restaurant. All at once, pay for their dinner.


Both are now on their way. Nila lean relaxed enjoying the atmosphere of the highway which is quite tenuous at night.


"Darling," called Fatan to his wife in the middle of his focus on driving the car.


Nila. "What's up, Mom?"


"In my view, Rusli seems to have the same heart as Lativa." Nila frowned. "If Rusli wants to get Lativa, can't he?" ask Fatan later.


"Where does Rusli know that he has the same heart as Tiva? If his goal is sincere and clearly wants to live together to build a happy family, obviously I will not be forbidden. But if he makes Lativa even more traumatized, he'll deal with me!" nila was very strict.


"Yes, I agree with you. But as far as I know Rusli, he is a cold and affectionate man with his mother. Until the time his mother died, he was like a person who lost the purpose of life. Yes ... although it does not reduce the professionalism of his work even a little," added Fatan.


"We'll just say it first. I'm sure they're both adults. Even if God predestines them together and has each other, then the path will also be facilitated. Our job is to simply monitor it," said Nila. Although there are doubts about Rusli, however Lativa also has the right to determine his own life.


A few minutes later, they both arrived home. Nila got off first from the car, while Fatan went to the garage to put his car first.


Because the night is getting late and the body is tired. They also went to rest.