Fake Marriages
Chapter 62
Melina pulled Michael to talk to her. "Where are you taking Michael?" michael asked, because suddenly Melina pulled her hand and took her forcibly.
"Shut up! you've been very disappointing Mama and Papa!" exclaiming Melina.
"Sit down!" melina's orders, as soon as the two of them entered the room where Melina had rested.
"Mama! Michael's not a kid." Michael protested, being treated like a child.
"Oh.. yeah! you're not a child? you don't like being treated like a kid ? but your behavior is Michael, behavior like a teenager," Melina said upset.
"you do things without thinking ! why did you agree to part with love ? don't you love your son? if you don't have any affection for her mother, don't do that to your child either" Melina added.
"Who said I didn't love my son, Ma? I love my son. And I won't be able to part with my son" Michael said firmly.
"Then why did you agree to part with Love after your child was born?" ask Melina.
"That's because Love asks, Ma. I want her to feel calm during her pregnancy. In the future, we leave it to God. If Love keeps wanting to part, what can I say" said Michael.
"Mama doesn't want to see you two split up, what's more until your granddaughter gets a stepfather! Mama can't see it all, Mama's granddaughter calls another man Papa." Melina expressed her concern.
"Ma, that kid is still Mama's granddaughter. Whatever happens. Subrata's blood flowed in his body. If until Love restricts us from meeting my son, I will not remain silent. I'll do anything, the smooth path can't..... " Michael did not continue what he wanted to say, smirk adorning the corner of his lips.
"Michael ! Mama, remind me, don't do something that will make your distance even further. Endow Love with affection, so that he does not want to part with you."
"Michael, don't you love Love?" ask Melina.
"Love? is that needed, Ma? that woman doesn't need love, Ma! we give him material that is abundant, women will bend their knees" said Michael mocking the figure of women who only pursue the material.
"Michael! don't equate all women with your women just yet. They're different!" Melina.
"There's no difference between them, Ma. Women only look at material to measure happiness. Never mind, Ma. Michael doesn't want to talk about women anymore."
Michael stepped towards the door of the room and then exited. At the door he saw Love coming out. Walking half-run, Michael chased after Love. And then pulled him into the room.
"What the fuck are you !" sergang Love.
"Deliver!"
"Shut up! don't you want to get out of here?" ask Michael.
Love stops struggling.
Michael sat Love on the couch, and Michael put his butt next to him.
"Tomorrow we'll go home, and we'll live together. I don't want to hear any rejection" Michael said.
The love that wants to talk shuts its mouth, and Michael bans. She wanted to argue back, because she didn't want to stay with Michael.
"And one more, as long as we're together. There can be no man close to you. I don't want my son to hear another man's voice. My son can only hear my voice and the voice of the men related to my family. Another guy, No!" michael said firmly.
"What a strange rule! how can you forbid me to talk to other men? if I want to buy something and the seller is a man, am I forbidden to buy in that person's place? or did I forbid the seller to speak?" Love talks at length protesting Michael's ban.
"I don't care! follow the rules, I'll obey you. If you don't follow what I want, take the risk" Michael said.
"Crazy... ! it's a crazy rule" said Love.
"You drive me crazy" Michael said in his heart.
Michael came out of the room, leaving a resentful Love.
"In the room too Sir?" ask Handi.
"Yes," said Michael.
"Bathroom too?" Sandy asked back.
"Yes... ! I told you, without exception! the bathroom is more important, I don't want him to go around in the bathroom. And just connect the cctv to my phone, no one can see the cctv in the room, except me."
"When did you enter the office?" ask Handi.
"You handle all the work, the business with Miss Abigail's company, you handle it. I don't know when exactly."
"Okay sir" said Handi.
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Tok...
Handi, who was busy with the work that Michael had left her, was startled by a knock on her desk.
Handi raised her head and saw Sandra standing in front of her desk.
"When did you enter Miss?" asked Handi, because she did not hear the knock of the door and footsteps entered her study.
"I've been standing in this room for a minute, Handi," Sandra said.
"What's the matter, Miss?" ask Handi.
"Where's Michael's brother? the room's empty, is he out?" ask Sandra.
"Mr Michael didn't come, Miss," said Handi.
"Not in the office? wh why? is he on leave? is he home?" ask Sandra streak.
"Mr Michael didn't say anything to me Miss," replied Handi.
"You're his assistant, when you don't know where Michael's going" Sandra said.
"Sorry Miss, I can't tell you. I don't handle Mr. Michael's personal affairs."
"Fucking assistant!" sardon Sandra in the heart.
"Come on Handi, tell me why didn't Michael come? is he sick?" Sandra was trying to find information, even though Handi didn't want to say it. Sandra was not discouraged.
"Sorry Miss, I can't say anything either. Mr. Michael doesn't want to know what he's doing outside of work."
"What if I give you a shopping voucher, right? I know, you're gonna want to buy your girlfriend branded stuff. I have vouchers to buy bags and branded clothes. You give your girlfriend that voucher, she'll definitely love you more, Handi." Sandra persuaded Handi by giving free shopping vouchers for branded goods.
Handi let out a long sigh and threw it away violently. "Miss, you use your own shopping voucher that you want to give me it. I don't need it Miss," Handi refused in a flat tone of voice.
"I think you need it. Seeing the financial condition of your Papa company, it is likely that you will not be able to shop to buy branded clothes and branded bags," said Handi.
Sandra's face turned red. He didn't think Michael's assistant's mouth could say bad to him.
"You.... !" sandra's forefinger pointed at Handi, with her legs stomping, Sandra was angry and cursing.
"Based on assistant maggots! rich snobs! there is no morality!" the swearing streak slid from Sandra's mouth.
