I'm Not a Grabber

Chapter 31: Mr. Xavier, Former Newspaper

Whatever the man thinks, remains in his mind. But, somewhere else. The reddened face held in anger made the assistant shudder in horror. How not wrath? Just wanted to give an ultimatum on the project he is sponsoring. Suddenly there was intimidation attacking his eardrum without excuse. Moreover, the call instantly ended without giving him time to reply to the attack.

"Who is he? The voice of the girl we hired, different from the voice earlier. Hurry up, find out who it is!"

The orders of his superiors, made Mr. Harry run away in a hurry to leave the room of a man who has a high temperament. He is the owner of the name Xavier commonly called Mr. Xavier or Mr. Vier among business people. A burly hand that knows no mercy, even he is indiscriminate just because of gender.

When someone disturbs his calm and business. That person must be ready to be destroyed. In addition, Mr. Xavier also has a crew who is always ready to carry out his orders. Even so, only one employee who can be close to this one man is Mr. Harry the assistant.

Although the age is far adrift, it does not make the sense of arrogance present in the heart of Mr. Xavier. A leader of Bio Pharmacy Company's. The cold side of the man, turned his business empire into a respected or rather. Be afraid. Many companies choose to avoid cooperation with that company. Including the Danish family.

In anger, Xavier threw his body into his seat of greatness. Then, his finger played a tap of the tone in order to restore calm. He wondered who was the one who was so brave. Don't know who you're talking to? or do you want to revolt?

But, instantly he woke up. Isn't that a student-held project recommended by the campus board? Why think so hard. It could take data from all students, then match the voice he heard with the voice of each student. Why it becomes complicated.

"His voice kept buzzing in my ear. Assertiveness, courage, who has such a voice? If it stands before me, the girl still has courage. No. gabe. Everyone will bow down to my aura." Mr. Xavier monologues to himself, he guesses what will happen.

While the girl who managed to steal his composure. Precisely focused on watching Naina who did an impromptu demo to introduce the project she was facing. Although only using a laptop that was deliberately borrowed from Danish.

The explanation was long and wide, making Shena feel hot. The sun was getting higher, and he had not yet taken a shower. "Stop! It's hot, come in. You guys take a break, I'm gonna take a shower."

"Yaelah, giggle. Fifteen minutes is done." said Siti who noticed the duration of the video on the laptop screen, but Shena did not care.

The girl ran away from her two best friends. Just contact it, making Naina and Siti let out a long sigh while patting each other on the forehead. Anyone with a best friend like Shena. Trust must be extra patient, when the attitude is not timely suddenly appear just like that.

"Nai, what do you think Mr. will do. Xavier on our best friend? Didn't you ever say, if the boss of Bio Pharmacy the person is colossal, yes." said Siti with high curiosity.

Naina put her shoulders together, "Come. I'm not gonna let Shena get in trouble. This one month I'm going to finish the project. No matter what, no matter how."

Sounds so convincing, even very positive thinking. Even from the deepest corner of the heart, there are doubts about the ability required to reach the target with such a short time. Talking is easy, but realizing the difficult.

"Take it. It will help your work" said Danish, who surprised his wife's two best friends, who suddenly came uninvited.

A bunch of old newspapers was placed on the table. Then, he opened the rope that tied the sheet of paper. One by one, a glimpse of info from the company Bio Pharmacy. Naina picked up one of the newspapers, read it carefully. Waw. Information that can be used as an ace.

"Sir, uh Ka. What's it good to call?" tanya Naina scratched her non-itchy head, seeing that Siti patted her shoulder. "It hurts ...,"

"Ka, why do you know that we need information about Mr Xavier?" siti asked without caring for Naina's manyun lips that cornered her.

Danish took one of the papers. Then, it shows right in front of Naina and Siti. Where in the title it says *Economic Crisis struck the Anderson Family*. The paper was published three years ago. That means, there is a secret behind every newspaper they get.

"You can find all the information from all these newspapers, but not through social networks. Everything connected to the internet. It can definitely be tapped. Understood?" obviously Danish wants to give advice so that the girls don't make the wrong decision.

Without And aware. From behind the window, Shena looked at and listened to all of them. The girl rushed out of her hiding place, then confronted her husband by standing in the middle of the stairs. The gaze of the eyes continues forward, until it meets the net firmly the husband.

The man could feel a probing gaze fixed on him. Even so, his footsteps continued to advance towards Shena. The atmosphere suddenly tense, no gusts of wind that hit. Oxygen is thinning, making both hold their breath for a moment until the step stops leaving no distance.

"Say. What's your question, SheZa." said Danish, looking back at Shena's eyes even more deeply.

Silences. The girl circulated her eyes, tracing Danish's body from head to toe. Then take into account how much weight her husband, as well as the strength that man has. While being stared at, of course astonishment. Why such as telik@njangi.

"....,"

Shena raised her hand, stopping the movement of her husband's lips. "Four rounds. How's it?"

The rounds? What does shena mean. Why are you suddenly talking about the round. Is the girl watching the ball, or badminton? Or maybe. Danish mind wanders only because of one word that jolts the instincts of adult men. Could it be that his wife was willing to accept him as a husband?

The puzzled look in her eyes with a smile made Shena roll her eyes. Now he understood why Danish was surprised by what he said. Surely that one man has been thinking about bed sports. What he meant by round was something else. Not wanting any misunderstanding, she flicked her finger in front of her husband's face.

"Mas Danish Anderson's. I challenge you to fight. Why even travel your mind, Mas." said Shena with a head bobble.

Danish smiled strangely, "Kirain, but why suddenly invite to fight? I know, my wife's great. So there's no need to prove that to me."

"Who is Mr Xavier?" Shena asked, but her voice was so serious, as if it did not accept rejection. Let alone a reason to avoid it, "I want an answer. Not your gaze, Mommy."

Human emotions will always radiate from the glare of his eyes. And being able to see, Shena did not mess with her question. However, the past that his wife wants to dig. It could hurt a lot of people. Not wanting to make a scene, his steps forward approached Shena.

The man held onto both of Shena's arms, looking at her gently so that the hardened heart, could soften a little. "SheZa, I'll tell you all the stories of my life, but be patient. The story you asked for, is not the story of childhood with the seizure of toy marbles. I hope my wife will understand this."

"alright. I'm waiting for your readiness, Mas." Shena replied, exhaling harshly, she returned to her curiosity. If Danish isn't ready to tell a story. Free to force. "I'll go upstairs, excuse me."

Without waiting for an answer. Shena let go of Dan's hand, then turned around, then ran up the stairs. Danish himself looked at the girl without blinking. Something was trying to rebel from within his soul. I want to be open, but it's not that easy.

SheZa, you're my wife and you deserve to know my family history. Not today, but someday. I myself will tell the whole bitter story of the resurrection of the Anderson family.~ said Danish inner voice while rubbing his face rough.

That life has only three times. Yesterday became the past. Today is the day of setting up a new history and tomorrow will be a mystery. The past is not always sweet and bitter. The taste is always limitless. Like dreams, beliefs, and hopes.

Danish left where he stood. His steps walked towards the workspace that was on the other side of the stairs. A raging heart, befriending solitude. Life suddenly questions a name. However, the storm continued to haunt the move towards his future.

Will it be chaos again? The man was still unaware. The coming storm is not from outsiders, but from within his own family. He doesn't know if Fatih is ready to fight to take Shena out of her life.