Love is Noiseless
Chapter 13
Dinan and Richard had just returned from lunch. They got out of the elevator and walked along to Dinan's study. As usual, Richard sat down at his desk in front of Dinan's room, while Dinan went inside to continue his pending work. The wedding plan with Layla he left aside, all of it will be taken care of by his father, while he just waited for everything to be sorted out.
“Halo, Dinan!” the voice of a woman instantly shocked Dinan.
The man turned his head, looking at the woman who was sitting sweetly on the sofa of his room. Dinan's eyes immediately narrowed sharply to see the face of a woman who was no stranger to him. A suffocation suddenly appeared in his chest, clad in the flames of anger that had long been buried.
“Did you miss me?” asked the woman with a cynical smile.
“This is not your place, come out.” Dinan ignored him, not wanting to be ignited by emotions, he preferred to immediately go to his work chair.
“Your boasting is becoming more and more yes, is that how painful you are after I leave?” ask the woman casually.
Dinan closed his eyes, he hated women, including the woman.
“Jen, I have no problem with you, now come out.”
“I'm coming for business, Nan.”
“Business with you is not profitable at all, the Barata family is just looking to profit from another family.”
The woman named Jenny smiled cynically again. “The government wants to develop a new industrial area, we have a large area near the area, very good for your company property project. Land in the region will rise three to four times the price, if developed for housing, the profit can be much greater. Our company can share the profit with the percentage we can negotiate.”
“The Barata family is not an interesting place to work together, now go,” Dinan said for the umpteenth time telling Jenny to leave.
The woman just laughed. “Or other offers, how?” ask Jenny again.
“Jen, I have no interest in you or your family company.”
“Old plan of our parents,” continued Jenny who did not care about what Dinan said, “We both do not need a wedding, right? we can get married for mutual benefit, benefit my company and your family company.”
“It turns out you are really crazy after leaving with that guy, Jen,” said Dinan who was already sitting in his chair.
Jenny just shrugged both shoulders, she then stood up. “You are not yet an adult to understand this business world, Nan. Think again about my offer earlier, this won't hurt you.”
The woman then left, leaving Dinan who had refocused on her work.
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Finished at the orphanage, Layla decides to come to Bayu's office. He boarded a city bus, crammed with dozens of other capital residents who were busy with their respective jobs. Penetrate the streets of the capital that is always crowded and never deserted at all. The girl was sitting in one of the chairs, she was picking up a phone call from Emma.
“La, where are you? from earlier you did not go back and forth,” asked Emma across the call.
“Outside, Ma. I have permission not to work today.”
“Duh, La. This guy from the building manager was looking for you yesterday, he asked for documents yesterday.”
“The documents are still the same Mr. Marc, Ma. He hasn't returned it to me.”
“Gosh, La, Mr Dinan asked for the document now, why don't you take care of it before you leave?” asked Emma with agitated breath.
“I have to how, Ma? yesterday I went to his house, but he did not want to give thanks,” Layla said a little lie.
“Then how? this person was also worried that Mr. Dinan was angry that he could not get the document.”
Layla squeezes her hair out of confusion there. Why did Dinan ask for the documents? Didn't they have an agreement as Mr Marc said yesterday?
“Say the document is still the same Mr. Marc, Ma. If Mr. Dinan is angry, please just say my name, I am ready to accept all risks for my negligence.”
“You're crazy, La. Want to finish your career in this office?” asked Emma who was a little upset by Layla's reply. But what the hell else? Layla also can't take care of it now, it will take a long time to get to Mr. Marc's house and go to the office.
Everything Layla forgets when she gets in front of Bayu's office. I don't know what kind of problems that arise later, but he didn't think about it. The problem of feeling had been in his heart since earlier, afraid once he stepped up, thinking of giving himself to another man. The man he loved had to leave him.
Ah, I don't know why they had to break first after the little quarrel yesterday. If only they had not broken the break for a moment, perhaps Mr. Marc would not have asked him for such a strange thing. At least there will be another deal to save the parlor where he grew up.
Now Layla's eyes could only look wistfully at Bayu who had just walked out of his office. He arrived on time, when Bayu's office hours were over and the man was getting ready to go home. Only the look of sadness could Layla show. He did not even dare to approach Bayu and tell him everything.
Can Bayu save himself from Dinan? What will happen if Bayu helps her? Has Mr Marc really gone from being a good cat to a cruel lion? Layla could only duck at the thought of that.
“Mas Bayu, how should I do now?” ask Layla with a witty look. A moment later, her tears fell. His love for Bayu should be buried deeply. I don't know what kind of anger that man will be if he knows he is married.
Layla's tears continued to fall as she sat in front of the glass in her room. He was decorating himself because he was going to spend the night at Mr. Marc's house. Last afternoon after returning home from Bayu's office, Layla suddenly got a message from a stranger, telling her to get ready for dinner at Mr. Marc's house.
Each swing of his hand was accompanied by a sob of sadness. He thought hard to find a way out. Saving the parlor at once not married to Dinan. But he has no idea. Mr. Marc can't seem to be fought by ordinary people like himself. Office employees who faced a company commissioner as large as Marc property.
“Wait a minute!” layla said half-screaming when she heard her rented door knock.
Layla immediately got up and opened the door to see who the guests were coming from. There was a woman there, a woman that Layla didn't know at all.
“Sorry, find who is it, Ma'am?”
The woman turned her head and smiled, “Is it ready, Ma'am? Mr. Marc is waiting for you, we mustn't be late for dinner tonight.”
Layla gulped, she saw a black car parked in her rented yard.
‘Mas Bayu, help me, I don't want to lose you, ' Layla's heart grimaces, she holds back miserably from being seen by the woman in front of her.
Layla went back in to finish her preparations. She wears a black knee-length dress with open arms. Ah, the dress he bought to be able to eat dinner with Bayu and meet the family of the man one day. But now he meets another family of men whom he did not expect at all to happen.
