Love is Noiseless

Chapter 11's

Early in the morning, Dinan had just woken up and hugged tightly onto Risa who was sleeping beside him, the cute and cute girl seemed to enjoy the warmth of Dinan's embrace. Made Dinan smile looking at his sister's chubby cheeks. Dinan gently dipped Risa's forehead and cheeks. Makes the little girl squirm a little in her deep sleep.

As soon as Dinan stood up, he walked towards the bathroom of his room, a room he had not occupied for a very long time. After finishing the bath, Dinan pulled out his phone and had Richard deliver his work clothes to Mr. Marc's house.

“Halo, Sir! Tumben called me early in the morning like gini.”, Richard said as he picked up Dinan's call.

“You took my work clothes in the apartment, then drove them to my dad's house. I slept last night at dad's.” Dinan gave the order.

“Why can you be at Mr Marc's house?” asked Richard who felt strange about Dinan's attitude. He knows very well what the problems of Mr. Marc and Dinan have been.

“Don't ask much, just take it here. Don't be late!” Dinan turned off his phone and then quickly went back to bed. Looking again at the face of Risa who slept tilted to the right with the right hand supporting her chubby cheeks. Dinan smiled faintly. “Sa, you must be a different woman yes, do not like traitorous women and do not know yourself that.” Dinan muttered.

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The afternoon was hot with the sun very hot, but in the office of marketing manager Marc property the temperature felt a little cooler with the help of air conditioning. But for Layla, it's,

the temperature under the ac room was still hot as it was outside the building. He was busy summarizing the report of the subsidiary to be reported to Mr. Denis later in the afternoon.

What makes Layla nervous is about Dinan. Did Dinan approve of the marriage? Hopefully not, and Mr. Marc will help his successor without any reward from him. But it all felt impossible, because the call had come from Mr. Denis.

“Layla!” Mr. Denis approached Layla's desk with a restless face.

“I—iya, Sir!” answer Layla who was also agitated, he turned his head and saw Mr. Denis who was as agitated as he was.

“You didn't get that document from Mr Marc yesterday?” ask Mr. Denis.

Layla let out a heavy breath, then shook her head in lethargy. “Ahh! You're this! I need you to work here, but you even make mistakes like this,” said Mr. Denis who immediately attracted the attention of Emma.

“Ma—maaf, Sir! I shouldn't have asked Mr. Marc and Mr. Dinan, I just want my parlor not evicted Sir,” I Layla weakly.

“Now you go to Mr. Dinan's room, Mr. Richard says that Mr. Dinan wants to see you,” replied Mr. Denis. Denis then returned to his room, leaving Layla rubbing her face in frustration. To Mr Dinan's room? layla's heart trembled, is she really going to get married? Or was Dinan going to fire him that day?

“SSttt! Layla!” Emma called Layla half in a whisper.

Layla lifted her head and turned to look at Emma, she forced herself to smile thinly at the call of her best friend.

“Not finished yesterday's problem?” ask Emma.

Again. Layla could only let out a heavy breath. He nodded and then stood up. Leaving his desk, down the hallway and turning toward the elevator door. Leaving Emma staring at his departure was full of concern.

Layla waited for the elevator door to open, 2 lifts there, which moved alternately, sometimes one went up, and one went down, and vice versa. The busyness in the office forced the company to provide 2 elevator services so that the work was much more effective.

“Where are you?” the voice of a man was ringing Layla. Layla turned her head, she saw the figure of Leo, the head of personnel.

“Pak Leo!” said Layla who was shocked to see the figure. “Siang, Sir!”

“Siang too, you love to call me, sir. Just call Leo, it's much more familiar, besides our age is only one year different,” said the man with short hair and white skin. Layla's height is only the shoulder, making Layla have to look up to see Leo.

"But basically our position is the same, La. You are a marketing manager staff.hirarkannya our position is the same,” said Leo. The man already knew a lot about Layla's personality, because he was the one who checked all of Layla's files when she finished working at Marc property. Even Leo had a big hand in making Layla an employee at the company.

“Now where are you going? This is still working hours.” Leo asked Layla.

Tingg!

Elevator sound open, Layla looks down respectfully, “I want to go to the 7th floor, Sir.” Layla then steps aside and walks into the elevator, leaving Leo to take a heavy breath.

“Floor 7? I thought he was going downstairs, could be together in the elevator.” Leo muttered, but he was also a little curious, what would Layla want to go to the 7th floor? It was a special floor of the company leadership, ranging from the main director to the room of several directors of the company.

Layla walked quickly towards Richard's desk, the cold-faced man looked extremely busy. Even when Layla said hello, the man did not answer at all.

“Siang, Sir! Mr. Denis said, Mr. Dinan called me,” Layla said politely, he lowered his head in salute to Richards.

Richard just stood up and walked into Dinan's room to report. Making Layla cluck in annoyance, what kind of staff like her should be treated like that? Even the position is quite high than OB, OG, Security guards, or staff who are under the head of the section, such as Leo staff-staff. But Richard's attitude instead saw him like a lowly staff.

Layla grumbles indistinctly, sometimes roaring by hitting the soft of Richard's table in front of her, sometimes also understated short of making jokes. Making sweat come out of his forehead.

But the annoyance did not last long, because Layla's feelings immediately turned nervous and full of fear when the door of Dinan's room opened again. Richard casually sat back at his desk.

“Log in! Mr. Dinan is waiting,” said the man in an intimidating tone.

Layla was already feeling upset, now her body feels stiff, her neck is bristling, shuddering in fear. What will Dinan say? Is that guy going to scold her again like yesterday?

Layla stepped into Dinan's room quietly, biting her lips, strengthening her heart to accept whatever her fate was. While pushing the door and entering, he saw Dinan standing looking out the glass wall of his room. The tall buildings are clearly visible from there.

“Excuse me, Sir!” Sayla said, she closed the door and stepped closer to Dinan who did not care about her.

Layla walked up and stood by Dinan's desk, waiting for Dinan to turn around and sit in his chair for them to talk. But it turned out that Dinan was still standing there, making Layla's forehead wrinkled in confusion amid her fear. Did Dinan really call him?

Almost 5 minutes they were silent, until finally Dinan moved from his position and walked towards the sofa in his room. He sat down and took a sip of the black coffee that had been prepared for him.

“Sit!” dinan ordered while rubbing his wet lips with a tissue.

“Ba—well, Sir!” Layla obediently, she sat in front of Dinan in a bowed manner.

“I've talked to dad, but it's a different matter, I want to talk about your home first,” Dinan said.

Layla raised her head for a moment and then nodded.

“The replacement will remain evicted, this is for the benefit of the company in the next few years. Last morning I talked to dad at home, your home will be moved at company cost.”

Layla took a long look at it, she was a little disappointed, because she did not want the historic home of her life to be evicted. But he also could not fight, it was already much better, because the parlour would get a new place.

“For our marriage, I've agreed to it, but with a deal that no one else knows but us.” Dinan's voice rose, intimidating Layla whose breath felt choked. Does that mean that Dinan will be her husband?