Labuhan Cinta The Playboy

S2 - Navisha Happiness

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At nine in the morning, Visha arrived at the Brahms Corp building. He was looking for the whereabouts of Zayn, his boss.

"Who are you looking for, miss?"

Again Donny surprised Visha.

"You're! Always surprised me!"

"You looking for Zayn?"

"Yes. Do you know where he is?"

"He's with Biantara. Over there." Show Donny to Zayn who is talking to someone he does not know.

"Oh, okay. Thank ye. I'll go first."

"Visha!"

"Yes, why?"

"Blessed! You deserve happiness."

"Thank you" Visha replied with a smile.

Visha approaches Zayn who turns out to be alone.

"Sir..."

Zayn memorized the voice. Zayn turned around and showed his best smile.

Visha was hypnotized by Zayn's masculine smile.

"I'm sorry, sir. I left my father again. I'm..."

"That's it. No need to talk about it. Let's sit down!" Without hesitation Zayn grabbed Visha's hand and held it. They walked past several people who were looking towards them.

"Sir, can you let go of my hand?" Pinta Visha because she feels bad about the surrounding view.

Zayn did not respond and continued to bring Visha to their table. Unbeknownst to Visha, Zayn smiled meaningfully looking towards Galang.

Galang threw his face at the sight that stifled his heart.

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Event after event has finally been passed. Visha breathed a sigh of relief. For hours Zayn did not allow Visha to get out of her chair.

After the pickle, Zayn again grabbed Visha's hand and held it. Visha is uncomfortable with people's views.

"Sir, please don't do this! They must have thought I was the secretary who teased the boss."

"Hahaha, you are! What the hell is in your brain? Let them talk anything."

"Where else are we going, sir?"

"I don't want you to leave like you did yesterday, so you have to obey my orders."

Visha resigned to all the wishes of her boss. I don't know how many people they greeted that afternoon. Visha was getting tired.

"Sir, are there still many people who want you to greet?" Ask Visha lethargic.

"You tired? Then we'll get out of here. We'll rest at the hotel."

Visha nodded.

Arriving at the Royale Hotel, Visha lays her body into the hotel's soft bed.

Actually he wanted to take a shower immediately, but the drowsiness that attacked was more dominant. He saw that his right hand had been held by Zayn.

"Currently, what the hell does he want? My hands are so red because of her."

About two hours Visha slept in her deep sleep. I don't know how many times his phone rang a call from Zayn.

Zayn is upset that none of his calls have been answered by Visha. Repeatedly pressing the doorbell there was no response. Zayn is worried that something will happen to Visha. He decided to call the hotel attendant to force open the door of Visha's room.

Zayn is shocked to find Visha asleep still wearing her work clothes.

Zayn signaled the hotel attendant to get out immediately. He does not want to sleep disturbed Visha.

"He must be exhausted. To the point of not being woken up in any way."

Zayn sat on the edge of Visha's bed. Look at the sleeping woman.

Her hands stretched out to caress Visha's hair. Slowly Zayn stroked Visha's head.

And it did not take long, suddenly Visha woke up from her sleep.

"Geez!!" zayn was surprised.

"Sir Zayn? How could you be in my room?"

"Calm down, don't think. I don't mean anything bad to you."

"Sorry, Sir. I overslept. Maybe because it's too tired." chirped Visha.

"Yes, now get ready. I'm waiting for you at the restaurant downstairs."

"Good, sir."

"Geez!!! He should have broken down my bedroom door. Turns out he called me 50 times."

Visha cursed herself.

A few minutes later, Visha had replaced her office shirt with a three-quarters army knee-length dress. Not to forget a little lipbalm nude color he dabbed his lips. Thought of the watch, it was time for dinner.

Hotel Royale is famous for its restaurants that serve good food. Visha walks into the resto looking for Zayn's whereabouts.

Zayn waved his hand towards Visha. Then Visha steps up to Zayn's order table.

"Sorry, sir, if you wait a long time."

"It's okay. Have seat. What do you want to order?"

"What's up to you."

"Why keep talking to me formally? This isn't in the office, Visha. Just call my name."

"Heh? But Mr ... "

"No buts, Visha. You can't grant my request once."

Visha nodded.

Soon their orders came. Visha was busy looking at her plate. Zayn was busy looking at Visha.

"Zayn, stop looking at me like that!"

Zayn smiled meaningfully. "alright. I just want to make you give up."

"Give up on what?" Visha started to get caught up.

"Give up from the persistence of your heart."

Visha stopped eating. He put a spoon and fork on the table.

"I want you to give me just one ..... opportunity to stop in your heart." Zayn said without making small talk.

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"Are there no more requests than that?" ask Visha by looking the other way. Right now he can't if his eyes have to collide with Zayn's bead.

"Visha..." Zayn grabbed Visha's fingers.

Visha is surprised by Zayn's hand.

"I want to make you happy..." And now Visha dared to look at the two beautiful beads belonging to Zayn.

For a moment everything was so crumbling. Visha realized she didn't deserve all this wonderful attention. He immediately took his hand off Zayn.

Visha looked back in all directions. His heart is no longer under control.

"Can you give me a chance to make you happy?" Zayn repeated his sentence.

"I'm happy enough. I had a good job, and my studies were done well. I'm happy, Zayn. What other happiness do you want to offer me?"

"............."

"When the client liked the design I made, when I was successful in every meeting we went through, when I had made the people around me laugh, it was a joy for me. Happiness means something." continued Visha.

"All right, I get it. We continue eating after that break."

And the two of them continued their dinner in silence. Visha felt bad saying so much to Zayn.

Is he angry? Why is he just silent now? Did I talk too much? Duh, why so wrong gini anyway?

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After dinner, they walked to their room. Now Zayn's hand didn't reach Visha's.

They took the elevator to the 10th floor. As soon as the elevator doors opened, Zayn came out first. Visha feels awkward with Zayn like this.

"Sir.." call Visha when Zayn will enter her room.

"Eh, I mean ... Zayn ... "

"What's wrong?" ask Zayn flat.

"Emm, I .. I'm sorry. Not what I meant for ... "

Without babibu again alias berbasi again, Zayn immediately grabbed Visha's body in his arms. Visha rounded her eyes perfectly.

"Rpa ... "

"Let me be like this for a moment." whispered Zayn softly.

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