Look at me, Mela!

Chapter 22: The Hugs

"Cih .. With your arrogance it will make you self-destruct. Assets you said? My agency if you lose it won't bankrupt him. So take care of your needs and get out of here! And you just add more wounds to Pras" said Darsen with a playful eye.

Suzan bit her lower lip, she immediately grabbed her hair walking towards the room that would take care of her problem. While Darsen gave up his embrace to Mela and left her. Mela looked at the back of the brother, the brother who was always thin, cold and rarely invited to talk suddenly became good to make him amazed.

"Kak Darsen .." cried Mela chasing the brother who had entered the elevator.

Mela held the door closed and entered with her sister.

"Why?" ask Darsen.

"Ehm .. I just want to make coffee for brother."

"I don't want to drink coffee."

Mela looked at her suddenly cold brother again. But Darsen suddenly clocked his head, he was very anxious with the very cute Mela.

"Ah ... pain ..." whined Mela while rubbing her head.

"But your heart hurts more, doesn't it?" tanya Darsen made Mela's forehead wrinkle.

Mela was still digesting Darsen's speech. Darsen walked over to Mela and hugged her.

"Pras rejected you, now you must be very hurt. Cry in my arms! Make up your grief!"

Mela fell silent, she inhaled the scent of Darsen's body which made her into opium. His hand confidently returned Darsen's embrace and instantly his tears spilled. Only this first time he cried in front of the brother, usually he will complain with Mr. Adi but this time it feels different. Darsen's embrace was warmer and made him want to hold her.

"Love cannot be forced! I want you to forget Pras and find your own happiness!" darsen.

Mela nodded, seconds later, the elevator door lit up. Darsen immediately took off his embrace and wiped Mela's tears. Mela smiled at Darsen and the man's hand gently rubbed his sister's head.

"If you smile like that, it's so much prettier than crying over people who don't even like you."

**

"Son Leon, when are you coming here? Mela can't wait to meet you," said Ami's mother.

The handsome Leon could only smile from the phone screen. "Patience, Mother-in-law! I'll come there as soon as possible and marry Mela."

Good riddance! Come here and marry Mela and get her out of here! I'm fed up of being so good with him in front of my husband. My husband has always defended Mela even the entire inheritance on behalf of Mela. He's a pick-up boy why can't he be in the queen like that? Even Darsen, his own son, was never treated like that.

Mela, she's an innocent snob who can only tease my husband even now she's teasing my Darsen.

She hung up the phone call and approached her husband who was reading a book in his room. She approached and hugged him from the side.

"Amira's? Where's velino?" ask Mr. Adi.

"He's in the playroom with his nanny. Sir, it will soon be our 43rd wedding anniversary. Our son is grown and has been 40 years old. Isn't there a special occasion to commemorate our 43 years together?" ask Mom seduces.

Pak Adi whose face was no less handsome and masculine than Darsen put down his book and saw Amira who was still beautiful at her age who was no longer young teased him.

"I've planned it. We're going to Bali with our children and grandchildren?" answer Mr. Adi.

Ami's mother scrunched her forehead. "This is our show why should it be with them?"

"It must be with them to become more numerous. I've prepared hotels and other accommodations."

"About Mela, we have to get her married. Leon is the best husband candidate" said Mother.

The Darsen office.

Pras kept sighing, he daydreamed on the sofa belonging to the boss' room. Today was a day that confused him. Mela expresses her joy and Suzan comes and meets inadvertently.

When I met Suzan in the elevator :

"Hi see you again, Satya's sister."

Pras wanted to get out of the elevator but Suzan pushed him straight away. He tried to dodge but the shameless woman immediately kissed him. There was a push but Pras was confined to the elevator which was still going up. Pras who has been a long widower and no longer touches women suddenly active again. He returned the beautiful woman's kiss with a sigh. When they were out of breath, they stared at each other. Their lustful souls appear to come out.

"Later tonight, in room 103. I'm waiting for you there" Suzan whispered sensually.

The elevator door opened, Suzan came out winking one eye at her ex-husband.

Flashback complete.

Darsen looked at Pras who was in a daze. He came up to her and threw a paper in her face.

"Solve the promotion issue! I want Cherry Girls next week to be very ready to debut. Call the manager too! He has to set a schedule so that my idol does not get tired when he debuts" said Darsen.

"Ready, Boss."

"You look confused. What's up?" ask Darsen.

****

Nightfall.

The sound of disco music echoed throughout the room. A flash of light flashed through the eyes, the women pouring drinks on the three widower men. They are just limited to accompany without daring to touch especially Darsen. Even the cold man had the words death, "Dare to touch, life is gone."

Darsen downed the small drink, he remembered Mela's smile this morning let alone Grey aka Mela gave him a gift and had not been opened by Darsen.

"Pras, why are you still here? He said, Suzan took you to the hotel?" ask Rafi.

"Why meet him? It's no different from him if I take care of him" Pras replied as he downed the black Cola.

The woman beside him poured into Pras's glass again. Pras stroked his cheeks while smiling faintly. "From taking care of that trashy woman I better have fun here" Pras said.

Pras immediately kissed the woman's lips and then played her tongue which had not played around for a long time. Darsen who was opposite him just stared flat at his assistant. It was like seeing a kiss scene live. Rafi shook her head to see Pras who began to relapse again.

The sound of ice cubes in the glass sounded by Darsen looks very loud. Darsen slammed the glass in front of him then pulled Pras's shirt which had just finished kissing.

"You look like shit too! Even I wanted to vomit to see you behave like this" Darsen told Pras.

Pras gave a small smile, he looked at the boss grimly. Pras was a victim of infidelity in the past. The memories were so imprinted in his memory that they even depressed him.

"What should I do, boss? It hurts my heart so much, it hurts more in my side than it does in staying dead. Even the trash woman even entered the Ars Agency as if waving a war flag," Pras said with reddened eyes.

Darsen took his hands off Pras's shirt. He hugged Pras whom he considered his own sister. They hugged while Rafi screeched to see them alay.