Love is Noiseless
Chapter 7's
Layla lowered her head while squeezing her hands in front of Dinan who was looking at her with sharp narrowed eyes. The body of the girl's trembling terrace held back the fear, her heart was beating fast and her heart was rustling violently. Really dealing with Dinan like that feels face to face with a judge who will be sentenced to life. Really make the roar of breath Layla as if it will run out there.
“I am still kind enough to ask you here and to account for all your mistakes yesterday,” Dinan said opening his voice in a cold tone.
“Ma—maaf, Sir. I do not intend to harm the company here,” Layla said in self-defense.
“The parlour is very strategic, two to three years away, the orphanage area will be one of the community residential centers, building an apartment now, and, it can provide a three to fourfold profit within three years. And you said you didn't hurt the company? Where's brains? Ha!” Dinan exclaimed withstanding emotions.
Layla's knees are weakening, “I just want to express my wish, sir."
"Because I didn't listen to your wish, and then you went to see my father and complained to him, it's great that you did your job" said Dinan, who was still calm.
"Mr Marc himself requested the document from me, Mr.”
“And since you are also my father is now considering the plan to evict the parlour. I'm tired of winning the land auction in the bank, now you want to destroy all my plans,” Dinan said grumpily.
“What did you say to my father? Until my father forbade me to fire you. What did you do to my father? Ha?” ask Dinan again who is still trying to control his emotions.
“Ju—honest, Sir! I didn't do anything,” Layla replied.
Dinan smiled cynically for a moment, he stood up and walked slowly towards the glass wall of his room which displayed tall office buildings.
“Basic for women, just troublesome, burdening and hurting men who work hard.” Dinan muttered emotionally, He then looked at Layla who was getting nervous about the situation. “I'll give you until noon tomorrow, that document should already be on my desk. If not, I'll really fire you. Now out of my room,” Dinan said in a slightly raised voice.
Layla obediently, without making a sound, she quickly walked out of Dinan's room. Dinan was still standing looking at the tall urban building. “Basic women! Can only destroy men,” Dinan murmured again.
Layla steps gontai towards the lower floor of the company, she must immediately meet Mr. Marc and ask for documents of the land of the orphanage. Layla was resigned could not save his successor. A place that has been great in his life all this time.
That afternoon Layla left Marc property for Mr. Marc's home address. Mr. Marc's position as head of the company's board of commissioners, made him more often to supervise the company from afar and entrust it to another board of commissioners. His age was already dusk, and his strength had already diminished. Seen from his body that can not stand for long to take care of work.
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Layla entered the residence of Mr. Marc, there he was greeted by 2 men with strong bodies wearing black clothes. Layla approached the man standing at his post near the fence of Mr. Marc's residence.
“Excuse me, Sir! Is this Mr Marc's house? owner Marc property,” asked Layla was stale.
“Sorry, Buk! Why did you meet Mr Marc?” ask a two-story luxury housekeeper belonging to Mr. Marc.
“Anu, Sir. Please tell Mr. Marc, I am Marc property employee who yesterday wanted to discuss about orphanage land.”
The housekeeper looked at Layla's face with a hint of confusion, as if they did not understand what Layla was saying. One of them elbowed another colleague. And then immediately the person being nudged walked towards their post to contact the person inside the house.
After waiting for a while, the employee then returned to Layla with slow steps. He took a moment to pay his respects.
“Please enter, Buk! Mr. Marc has been waiting for you from earlier,” said the guard who made Layla's forehead wrinkled confused. ‘Waiting for her from earlier?’ Layla thought long looking for the meaning of the sentence.
Layla goes into Mr. Marc's yard. He stepped on the pinblock floor of the luxurious courtyard of the house. Layla eyes circulate, her eyes raised to see the 2nd floor house painted white with a thick European-style design. The terrace is spacious, there is a large lamp decoration on the ceiling of the terrace which became a luxury black car park owned by Mr. Marc.
Layla's steps for a moment stopped, he circulated his eyes to see the garden of the house decorated with a fountain with a high pool of white. The flowers are neatly arranged with a large green grass. Layla smiled, if he were a rich man, he wanted to make a new home that big, with a spacious yard and a fountain for children to play.
“Munda ..” Layla heard the voice of a small child. Soon his eyes circulated, seeing the figure of a five-year-old child in a white dress running towards the main door of the luxury house.
Layla's eyes circled, she saw a simple female figure, from the look on her face, seemingly still forty years old. She also wears a white dress, just like her son.
Layla slowly approached them, happiness clearly visible from the faces of two women who were hugging near the luxury car Mr. Marc.
“Excuse me, Mistress!” Layla looked down saluting.
“Yes! Can I help you?” ask Layla.
“I want to meet Mr Marc, is he inside?” ask Layla politely.
“Who is this aunt Mother? Why is he looking for dad?” sahut daughter hugged by her mother.
Layla watched the 2 women in front of her in a daze. Daddy's? Is that boy Mr Marc's son and his sister Dinan? Even the boy deserved to be his son Dinan and grandson Mr. Marc. Layla thought about it.
“He's a father guest, darling,” replied the mother while gently rubbing her son's straight black hair that looks cute with his chubby cheeks.
“What's your name? I just saw you here for the first time,”, the mother told Layla.
“I Layla, Mistress.” Layla stretched out her hand to shake.
“I Eva, call me Mom, not Madam, I don't like that call,” said Ms Eva.
“Ba—well, Bu!” Layla looked back in respect.
Ms. Eva then carried her son, “Let's come with me, Mr. Marc is near the pool.”
Layla then follows Eva's steps into Mr. Marc's house. Layla's eyes sparkled with amazement at the luxurious house with various properties that decorated it, not only luxury furniture, but also many jars, paintings, and glass cabinets containing various expensive displays that look beautiful. Not to mention the lights are decorated with large lights and amazing eyes see it.
Not only in the living room, when Layla passed through the living room, she was also amazed to see it. A big TV is on there. Red luxury sofa looks soft with gold knickknacks. It is fitting that Mr. Marc has such a big mansion. He is a famous property entrepreneur and recognized by many people. Who does not know with Marc Property, his property ads every day wara-wiri on tv, newspapers, roadside billboards, to advertisements on the internet.
“Mr Marc there, you just meet him.” Ms. Eva pointed at Mr. Marc sitting at a small table by the pool. It is clearly visible from the middle room because it is only limited to the glass wall.
“Good, Mom. Thank you,” said Layla politely.
Ms. Eva took her son to sit in the living room while turning on the tv, while Layla walked up to Mr. Marc. The atmosphere of the house is cool, cool and calm. It's really comfortable there. Layla was truly envious of Mr. Marc's near-perfect life in her eyes. Also envious of Dinan who became the son of Mr. Marc.
Remembering Dinan's name, Layla momentarily turned to Bu Eva. She may be Dinan's mother. If so, does that mean she gave birth to Dinan in her teens? Layla threw away the thought, it was none of her business, she had to immediately ask for the documents of her orphanage and return to the office for everything to be finished immediately.
Layla pushed the door towards the pool area, and Mr. Marc turned to her and smiled.
“Excuse Mister!” Layla bowed her body to pay her respects.
“Layla ayudya princess, orphan raised in a parlour, your parents died in an accident and the parlour saved you. You've come here yourself now, so I don't have to bother looking for you, I've been waiting for you since," said Mr. Marc while drinking his black coffee from a white glass on the table in front of him.
“Tu—Master waiting for me?” asked Layla who was confused to hear Mr. Marc's words. Why is Mr Marc waiting for him?
