Love Girl Cold

getting close...

Nayra was seen pouring flowers in the garden behind her house that afternoon when a voice came to her.

Today she decided not to come to the office because she felt her body was weak and lethargic.

" assalamualaikum.." a woman's voice arrived from behind her.

" astaghfirullah flowers.you surprised me..."

Yes the owner of the voice is the flower, ever since their meeting at the businessman's party a few months ago, the two have become closer and closer.

Flowers often visit the nayra in her office or also come to her at home as it is today.

" are you sick ?! " ask flowers

" i don't know.my body suddenly feels weak." answered nayra.

" you may be pregnant." clearly the flower sat in the garden gazebo and followed by the nayra.

" not yet.just wait for yandi to come home.."

" ck..you here, give another call to her.." the flower's lips make the nayra pout her lips

" i've called him dear, cook you don't hear every time I call him." protested nayra

" yes, yes." replied the flower with a laugh,

because he did know also nayra called dear to the husband even though it was in front of relatives and friends of their friends cool in front of business partners and their employees.

" nay.in your opinion what if we try to penetrate the reach of our fashion in a small child "fresh flowers on the nayra.

Nayra and interest are now working together in the field of fashion since the submission of interest cooperation received by the nayra a few months ago.

Yandi gave his fashion business to be managed by his wife and about the construction of property he still handles himself but still there is interference from the wife there.

Because somehow he wants the wife to take part in every decision making at the company he started independently.

Nayra seemed to nod her head while folding her lips a sign that she was seriously thinking.

" we should discuss it further nga." said nayra later.

" of course...Tomorrow I will arrange a meeting, can you present ? Or if not virtual only "say flowers

" no need, God willing tomorrow I can.not feel good if virtual " replied nayra.

" hmmm.it's up to you "answer flowers later.

The two were so close and understood each other, no one would have guessed if both are the past and the future of yan aditya rachman if only seeing the closeness of the two now.

" have you found out who owns the 20% stake in your husband's company ? " ask flowers

" no, why is it so difficult to reach him, I'm really sure there is interference inside here." replied nayra softly.

" hmmm I think so too, they seem to know your steps." continued the flower again

" hmmm.." nayra while exhaling heavily.

" this is quite disturbing my husband's mind, because he does not want anyone else in the ownership of this business other than the two of us, and our children will "clear nayra who is influenced to understand by flowers.

" dear you're here....?! " until yandi comes to make nayra and flowers turn.

Then the handsome and towering man approached and hugged his wife and kissed her forehead, a sight that anyone would envy seeing, but it was common for those who had come to know the two.

" hmmmm.." replied the flower while looking back at the chrysanthemum.

" you're not with edo..I didn't see him these few days ?! " tanya flower makes the chrysanthemum slightly frown, her forehead,

there was a feeling of dislike in her hearing the flower asking another man for her.

" why..you miss him ?! Ask then

" hmm maybe." replied the flower indifferently and then looked back at the pair nayra and yandi.

He did not mind the change in the face of kris tang arrived sour and chose to sit in front of him a bit far away.

" you don't take him to the doctor only yan.he says limp, or at least call the doctor should just to check the nayra "kara flower then, kara,

once again he ignored the chrysanthemum who was still looking at him unfriendly.

" no. I'm just tired, let's let them finish their business." replied the nayra while struggling spoiled to the husband and was about to leave.

" what do you mean.what kind of department? " ask the confused flower

" i smell a bad smell..You're not the one ?! " ask nayra to her husband without asking the flower question,

he turned his lips towards Kris. She then left the two laughing with her husband.

The flower gazes towards the chrysanthemum following the direction of the nayra with a frown that scratches the sign of him who does not understand the words of the nayra

" why look at me like that..?! He asked then on the chrysanthemum after he knew the chris was looking at him sharply.

Kris did not answer him, only he continued to stare at the woman in front of him.

" strange base.." swore a flower and stood about to leave, but he had not yet stepped his feet stopped because his arms were pulled by chrysanthemums.

" why every time you don't see Edo you're looking for him, do you like him..?! " tanya kris to the point makes the flower frown even more.

" it's normal that I know him, so just want to know how he's doing. Wrong.....?! " ask for a relaxing flower.

" of course.you women, why should men.

please tell me another man who has nothing to do with you." jolted kris.

" okay.i'm sorry, I won't ask edo again to you, I'll ask edo to others, satisfied.." flowers said holding back growled

" don't ask edo again or another man again to me or to someone else." replied kris no less ketus.

" what do you mean...?! " ask the flowers again

" do not ask anyone else again." ultimatum kris make flowers blink their eyes several times because confused with the attitude of chrysanthemum.

" let's tell the chrysanthemum to be more gantleman." whispered the nayra to the yandi who peeked at the interaction of flowers and chrysanthemums from behind a pillar not so far away from the two men.

" yes, I think he was too slow "yandi whispered.

" had to him imitate me who is very gentleman." he again made the nayra pout her lips

" what gentleman, the max ?!" nayra cebik

" but you love it.." goda Yandi while following the langakah the wife occupied the place afraid of being caught by chrysanthemums and flowers then wriggled spoiled on the wife's shoulders and kissed her cheeks several times to make the waiter who passed by them bowed embarrassed.

" sure.no shame.." pout the nayra while gently hitting the husband's wrist that was coiled around his chest and answered yandi by flicking his lips and shrugging his shoulders indifferently.