I'm Not a Grabber

Chapter 41: Anxiety of the Heart

After all, he hit his own head. "Conscious, Dan. Don't think macem. Shena still hasn't accepted you, wait for her to give herself up to be your wife."

Don't want to make a mistake. And choose to take some files to work with. At least with work, then the mind as an adult man is removed and will not be a new problem. Well, it's the best in her domestic relationships.

Time passes so fast. It's been two busy hours checking files and recapping targets, over the past few months. Some mistakes that have been fixed, to make his back feel hot because of sitting without leaning on the chair.

"I'd better take a fresh shower." muttered Dan took off his work glasses, then left his desk and job.

The man went into the bathroom without locking the door. One by one the body coverings fell into the basket of dirty clothes. Now that plastered just plain body with torn bread that began to get wet due to splashed cold shower. Very invigorating.

A moment to release the burden of the mind, enjoy the calmness that will restore his senses. Suddenly, the bathroom door was wide open. The still sleepy Shena involuntarily let go of her pants in front of Danish.

The girl memorized the contents of the bathroom, walking without tripping. His eyes were half closed. Of course, so keblet peed. The girl, until she was unconscious. If there is a Danish in front of him. Her husband had to hold his breath on his wife's attitude.

After doing his wish. Shena came back out, but forgot to close the bathroom door. Hurry and close the door, lest the wife enter again. His heart is almost gone. What else will be the habit of the girl? Really, it's unpredictable.

Two hours passed.

The whole family gathers in the dining room. After being busy with their activities. The Anderson family used to enjoy dinner together. Except, when all family members have activities that can not be postponed anymore.

Papa Anderson sat in the leader seat. On her right side is Mama Quinara's seat. Next to him, Fatih, and across from him are Danish and Shena. It looks complete, but still incomplete. Before Fatih had a wife, just like the first son.

"Shena, can Mama ask for help?" mama Quinara asked on the sidelines to enjoy the food.

Shena simply nodded, her mood still not good. Moreover, having to eat face to face with Fatih who kept on stealing a look at him. The feeling of disgust and disgust the more he felt. The young man's wild eyes, like he was ready to pounce on him.

Mama Quinara took off the necklace she was wearing. Then moving from his seat, footsteps walked around the dining table past the back of the chair where Papa Anderson was sitting, until he stopped behind the first son-in-law.

"This is the family legacy necklace. So please take good care and yes, wear this at the reception later. Okay baby." okay." Mama Quinara explained after hooking the end of the necklace to lock, now a diamond necklace pendant butterfly adorned the neck of Shena.

After doing what he wanted. Mama Quinara returned to her seat, while Shena felt unwell. How her husband's family considers her as a daughter-in-law as well as a daughter. While her? Still stuck with his own emotions.

Should we forget everything? About Fatih and the bad view of the young man. About the deal he didn't know, and I don't know what else. His premonition said that there would be many new things beyond the limits of the shadow one could imagine.

On the other hand, there is a Danish who is definitely waiting for his readiness to become a full-fledged wife. Doing obligations and giving rights without exception, but around them there are still many things that must be straightened out. Including about Tiara, her husband's fiance.

Fatih and Tiara. The two names, as if enough to be a trigger for worry and fear. Less is more like that. The burden of the heart is increasingly burdened by the burden of the mind. Shena's sense of dilemma, too, was felt by her best friend Naina. The girl who has since returned from college locked herself up. The girl did not drink, let alone eat.

How many times has the waiter knocked on the door and even called their young lady. Still, there was no answer, while the position of the room door was locked from the inside. Of course the servants did not dare to use duplicate keys, if not ordered by Madam Amora.

A gathering of servants in front of Naina's room. It instantly changed the expression on Aunt Amora's face in panic. The adult woman ran small down the marble, step by step up the stairs. Even with heels. It is not a barrier.

"Bi, what's wrong? Why are you all in front of Nai's room." Aunt Amora stared probing, there was a fear that enveloped her heart.

As a surrogate mother. When the princess does not appear as usual, of course there is a fear of its own. Naina is too quiet when at home, but will always wait for her to come home from work. Although not for dinner together, but only to spend a little time before going to pick up a dream.

"Madam, Young Miss has not been out since noon. Lunch and dinner were missed. That's why we're here." Clearly one of the servants lowered his gaze.

"Go! Finish your work, and thank you for worrying about Nai. I'll take care of it." Aunt Amora threw out the servants, she didn't want to cause a stir.

Remembering what Naina last did. The girl, willing to do something to release the emotions that are not contained. Perhaps, Siti and Shena still did not know. One personality that would be hidden so deeply within his nephew.

Without linger. The woman opens the door to Naina's room using a duplicate key, but once the room opens. The entire room was bright, even very dazzling. Slowly circulating his gaze looking for the silhouette of the nephew.

"Nai, can Auntie come in?" aunt Amora asked softly, almost inaudible. "Naina, baby!"

Naina turned her head, her eyes puffy with a reddened nose. I don't know how long she cried until her face turned into a panda. Not wanting to add to the burden of life. Amora walked over to her niece, not forgetting to grab the tissue on the table.

His steps walked over to Naina, "Nai, the tumben in the room. Want some warm chocolate? Let aunt make ...,"

Naina shook her head. A smile adorned the face of the hadith, but it felt even more stifling chest. He knew his nephew was not well. Only, what was the girl's problem? Was it because of the engagement or because of the project he was working on?

"Nai, what's wrong with you, son?" Aunt Amora rubbed her head, clutching the niece's body into her warm embrace. "Aante here, dear story. Do you mind the matchmaking? If that's the case, Auntie's gonna cancel."