Love is Noiseless

Chapter 26's

“I want permission this afternoon, sir, I will see Mr. Marc to ask for the document,” Layla said while they were at the dinner table.

“You think my job takes care of employees like you? ask permission from your boss there,” replied Dinan with annoyance.

“Yes, sir, I realize I'm just a regular employee. No need to ask permission from the director.”

“If you are aware, why did you ask me for permission?”

Layla looked at Dinan who was greedily eating her cooking in annoyance. He wanted to stab Dinan in the mouth with a fork that he held so upset with the attitude of her husband. But it was not done. He could only endure his anger alone.

“Bapak what will you eat tonight? Let me prepare and shop first before going home.” Layla chose to switch their conversation that morning.

“Availability in refrigerator is up?” Dinan asked back.

“Already, Sir, we have to shop.”

Dinan remembered one thing hearing the word ‘shopping’ from Layla. The man put his wallet in his pocket. He took out a million and gave it to Layla without a second thought.

“Shopping money and your allowance. Next week I give you again, if you call it less, I will add.”

Layla looked at the money and Dinan took turns. It's the next strange attitude Dinan sees.

“The best food cooked you can cook.” Dinan ended his breakfast and left the table first.

Leaving Layla who returned feeling upset about her behavior. The girl even gave a fist for Dinan's departure. “You cook anything, my cooking remains the best,” the route.

Layla took the money at the table and looked at it with sparkling eyes. He got a lot of pocket money that day.

***

“Sorry Sir, I have really made a big mistake.” That was the first sentence that came out of Layla's mouth in front of Mr. Marc.

Mr. Marc breathed a harsh breath at the words of his son-in-law.

“Dinan is still angry because of that document problem?” ask Mr. Marc. They are near the pool— Lord Marc's favorite place in his house.

“The company needs that document to find the best solution to keep the land owned by the company, Mr.”

“Layla...” murmured Mr. Marc fixed his sitting position, “I told you, Dinan was too ambitious, he was blinded by his ambition. The land should not be touched first until the company knows who the real owner of the land is. The foundation that runs the parlor is cheating. They pawned the land to the bank without the knowledge of the Barata family who also had ownership rights there."

"The Barata family had been silent because they did not want to be charged with paying debts to the bank to have them. Now the problem at the bank has been solved by our company through that auction. The barata family could have come back and seized the land if we acted rashly.”

“Now say the same Dinan, make sure first who the person whose name is recorded as the owner of the land. Both in the foundation and the Barata family. Then decide the next step after measuring the strength and weakness of the opponent. Dinan had to learn for things like this.”

Layla was silent for a while. He really has nothing to argue with Mr. Marc every sentence. The girl finally chose the path she had been thinking about since from the apartment earlier. He knelt down before Mr. Marc.

“Master, I beg you, trust Mr. Dinan to solve this problem. He will do his best for the company so as not to incur losses on the mistakes at that auction.”

Mr. Marc wears his smile thin and cynical.

“What did Dinan tell you like this, Layla? Don't disappoint me for choosing you as his wife.”

“No, Sir, Mr. Dinan did not tell me like this. I just want to make amends and I am sure that Mr. Dinan is able to overcome it,” Layla said with full servitude.

Layla flinched, Mr. Marc's sentence piercing her inner self. He could not speak to answer Mr. Marc's words. Layla stood up, she looked down weakly. He made a mistake back. Dropping her husband's pride in front of Mr. Marc.

“Your position is the same as Dinan, Layla. So face me like Dinan dares to face me,” Lord Marc orders.

“Ta-but, Sir, sa-me ...”

“Go if you can't be as brave as Dinan facing me yet. Don't expect anything with your mentality like that. You can respect and respect me. But we must not appear weak let alone to humble ourselves. It's a disgrace to my family's big name.”

“Master, I ..”

“Go and learn it, Layla. Above all these treasures and big names. The dignity of this family is much higher than that. But with this attitude of yours, you're really going to put us to shame, Layla. Now learn to be better. Pay my trust as best you can.” Mr. Marc ended the sentence. He took his cell phone and started looking for other activities.

Layla's speechless. He can't say anything more. The way that he believed was effective in winning Mr. Marc turned out to be a boomerang for himself. Layla weakly walked out of the house. Holding back her tears from falling. Fortunately he came in the morning, if it was afternoon, maybe Risa would see herself crying.

While on the bus, reflect on everything that happened and the failure again. Layla can only daydream empty. Even he had no chance to speak when Mr. Marc had already started to get angry at him who had been on his knees. Making it back failed to get that document from Mr. Marc.

Suddenly Layla's phone rang. He took it out and saw who sent him a message.

‘This one is so, right? where do we eat?’ fill in that message.

Layla breathed a long breath, she just remembered if yesterday she promised to have lunch with Bayu who had been holding back longing for her.

***

“I still remember that you like snapper, La,” said Bayu while enjoying his lunch menu.

“Thank you for still remembering it, Mas. How is Mas's job?”

“Currently kok.” Bayu laughed thinly, “working there needs a little intelligence in order to get more results, La,” replied Bayu. “How are you? the last issue you told me is done?”

Layla rounded her eyes, shocked by Bayu's question. He remembered the last time he met Bayu he told him that he was having problems at the office.

“Su-already, Mas, everything is fine now,” replied Layla a little nervous with the circumstances. Even the movement of his hands to eat stopped instantly.

“Thank God, I'm glad to hear that. Don't be too burdened by work, La. Work limited to your responsibilities, do not overdo it, especially until it becomes a burden on the mind. They pay us their obligations, we also work as obligations,” Bayu explained.

“But we have to work to the maximum, Mas. The salary we get must be replaced with the best work as well.”

Bayu Laughs thinly. “Don't be so serious working, La. You think they appreciate us? We'll just be slaves pouring money into their pockets. While what do we get besides salary?”

Layla was silent and did not answer. No discussion there. There is no point in arguing. Just wasting his energy.

“La, you know, why did I take lunch?” ask Bayu who finally got to the core of their meeting.

“Emang what's up, Mas?” layla just asked, her mind still burdened by the incident at Mr. Marc's house.

“I want us to continue our relationship that has stopped, La. I love you, and I can't be away from you. Sorry yesterday I was so emotional that I asked us to break.”

Layla stared at Bayu's face. Confused as to how. Even if it had to be honest, the sentence was so he expected.

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