Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Admires

Not much ado. Mirza met Mr. Billy, a Colombian man who has been a director for almost four years at his company, and also a trusted person to run other Mirza businesses. They spoke seriously in a tightly closed room. Only important directors were there, and not to forget Erkan who always accompanied him. 

"I heard Mr. Anthoni's product is very good and more durable. Has more advantages than our factory-made."

Mirza took a long breath. Tapping the pen on the table, his ears continue to digest every consumer complaint that lately become an obstacle, also the opinion they launched to overcome it. 

"But if I think, just a good brand and durable materials are not important. We have to follow the latest trends, such as making new models with new fabrics as well, and most importantly can be worn all ages. I have recommendations on some clothes that are suitable for mothers and girls as well as elderly women."

A beautiful woman named Carroline came up with an opinion. He came forward to show the picture that was designed a week ago. Describe in detail the materials used and also the manufacturing process that does not cost much, but can be sold at an expensive price. 

"I agree," Erkan replied suddenly. 

Silent 

Everyone was now staring at Erkan who continued to review smiles. His eyes were not distracted from Carroline who was still standing in front of the screen. 

Aware of being the center of attention, Erkan opened his voice again, "Isn't that a good idea, Mister?" It melts the silence that was created. 

Mirza Manggut-mangut understood, he knew every decision Erkan made could definitely be thought through carefully. 

"Alright, then now we have to introduce the brand, and announce there will be a new product."

Mirza agreed with Carroline. 

Applause accompanied Carroline back to his seat. Mirza is proud to have professional workers and be able to solve complicated problems. Not only that, he was also amazed by the young girl who seemed eager to carry out her mission. 

"Who's your name?" ask Mirza who forgot the girl's name. 

"Carroline, sir," he answered kindly. 

"I think today's meeting is quite so, if you guys disagree better talk now, because after this I don't accept any complaints." 

Mirza moved from her seat. Approaching Erkan who was busy tidying up the documents in front of him. Haven't said a word yet, Mr. Billy approached her.

"Sorry, Sir. My wife invited you to lunch at home. If you'd like, please stop by my hut. But if not, it's okay, too." Mr. Billy conveyed what his wife had said before he left. 

If the poor answer yes, I will. However, in contrast to Mirza who was reluctant to come, but because the man's services were very large, he had to respect him. 

"Alright, prepare a lot of food, because I'm very hungry" Mirza joked, making everyone laugh. 

Mirza left the room to return to the hotel. Because, there are still a few more hours to rest before coming to Mr. Billy's house, followed by Erkan from behind. Just opening the front door, the voice of a woman called out until Mirza and Erkan turned their heads. 

It was Carroline who approached them. 

"What do you need?" Erkan asked. 

"Here, your pen is missing, sir." Handing over to Erkan was accompanied by a sweet smile. 

"Thank you," Erkan answered receiving the pen and stuffing it into his suit pocket. 

Looks like someone else fell cintrong, terka Mirza in heart. He is happy with those who look good. 

Mirza continued her steps. Because the goal was the same, Carroline followed Mirza and Erkan from behind. 

"Oh yeah Carrolline, do you have a boyfriend or a husband?" ask Mirza to the point. He does not want a wrong move that is fatal. 

"How much are you?" ask Mirza again. 

Does Mr Mirza like Caroline? This cannot be allowed, what happens if it happens, there will be a second world war.

"Twenty-seven." 

"Well, my wife's age, it seems like that age is worth getting married. Why don't you have a boyfriend?"

Erkan. He could only be a loyal listener of every word that slid from the corner of Mirza's lips. 

There was a long sigh as they stopped in front of the elevator door. 

"There are no suitable men yet, sir," replied Carroline. 

"What kind of man are you looking for?" Get into the elevator after the door opens.

Why did Mr Mirza ask that? I'm ashamed, Caroline.

He stood behind Erkan and Mirza. Confused to answer what, which is certainly the criteria of Carroline like the man who is currently in front of him. 

Erkan glanced at Carroline's face that looked flushed, probably because he had gotten a lot of questions from Mirza regarding his personality. 

"Sorry, Sir. Not everyone can say about that, because I think it's something secret." Erkan's answer represented Carroline's locked lips. 

Congratulating

Carroline stroked his chest after hearing Erkan's defense. He did not expect the man who looked proud to be able to read his heart. 

"Typically men and women who have a lot in common are partners, and maybe that happens to you." Mirza pointed at Erkan and Carroline alternately and then came out leaving those who were still dumb. 

Don't be asked, neither Carroline's heart nor Erkan's were pounding. 

Will there be love at first sight? 

"Excuse me, Miss." Erkan ran over to Mirza who was talking to one of the guards at the gate, while Carroline could only stare at Erkan's back who was starting to move away. 

"May we be a mate, not a proud papa, who is important handsome and successful." No lie, he had already felt that there was something different with Erkan, not just his handsome face, but from every behavior Erkan made him like the man. 

From inside the car that was about to go, Erkan opened the glass and looked at Carroline who was still standing on the terrace of the building. 

"I'll go first, Miss. Tomorrow we continue to talk about that."

Carroline leaned in kindly while smiling. 

"If Mr. Erkan does not have a partner, then who is the lucky woman to be the wife of Mr. Mirza? She must be very beautiful and graceful. Life is luxurious and can have anything you want."

The car sped quickly through a fairly crowded street. Mirza continued to look outwards. In addition to pampering the eyes with the view, he also avoids sleeping during the day, afraid of the night staying up as often happens.

While he was focusing on the crowd in front of a mall, his eyes suddenly caught someone familiar.

"North of it."