Love Taboo

Chapters 13. Thrilling Question

Fahri seemed busy packing some sketches that he would bring to the project. At the same time, Melia knocked on the door before finally entering.

"What's wrong?" fahri asked, still as usual, bland, stiff, cold.

"Mas, I refused to check the condition of the building," said Melia carefully.

Fahri, whose gaze was originally fixed on several sheets of paper, immediately turned his gaze toward his wife.

He who was originally indifferent for a moment suddenly wavers.

Quickly, Fahri closed the map he was holding and then stepped over to his wife. Still with sharp eye highlight characteristic when furious.

"You still want to work here, don't you? I want Mr. Haris to be disappointed to have a child like you! And yes, again I remind you. At home, I am your husband. Didn't you make the rules yourself? Forgot! Don't call me mas. Call Father!" hardik Fahri's.

I don't know why his behavior changed back rough after knowing his sister who became his new investor.

It might be that he behaved that way because Erlan knew about his sister and Melia's marriage, or maybe even that he didn't want to be considered less professional. So that his sister had a reason to scorn him.

Fahri rubbed his face rough, for a moment he let out a heavy sigh.

"Yes, Sir. Sorry I had a big head. Thanks rebuke. In this way I understand what my position is and who I am for you. Excuse me!"

Melia cried without a sound. He rubbed the remaining clear hair that soaked his cheeks. Then choose to leave Fahri's room. In fact, Melia forgot to say goodbye.

Maybe anger is controlling him.

Ten more minutes passed. Fahri out of the room. It circulated the gaze to the row of cubicles. His focus was on his wife's cubicle.

She no longer saw Melia looking sad. The girl chose to keep herself busy, just like the other employees. I don't know how to avoid Fahri, I don't know. No one knows.

"Please give it a moment!" yelled Fahri while holding his palms together to make a clapping sound repeatedly.

All the eyes in the room were staring at him.

"For those of you who were involved in the meeting, please prepare to go to the location! To Melia, accompany me! The other San is back at work!" Fahri's orders.

"Ready, Sir!" yell at those in the room at once.

Melia looked at the bitch. Then he chose to step towards the parking lot ahead of Fahri.

Even without being asked, the girl who still held her sense of regret had been sitting leaning next to the steering chair.

"Melia, who told you to sit there!" snapped Fahri.

Making Melia's two mountainous eyebrows interlock.

"What does Father mean?" asked Melia grunted in annoyance.

"Move, you can drive, right? I'm tired, abis drove away from the village yesterday!" hisses.

It feels like Melia is being rude if only she was not in the office environment. But fortunately he endured his frustration.

He eventually relented and took over the steering wheel. The car started at high speed. However, a few minutes later, either said Melia reduced the speed of the car.

Want to relax maybe.

"Melia, you can ask," said Fahri started a conversation that was originally just quiet.

"Thank God you know. Uummm, since when have you been friends with Erlan?"

A DUG!

Melia's heart instantly seemed to be forced to race even more violently for a moment.

He even directly slammed the steering wheel and stopped on the shoulder of the road. Fahri looked at him seriously at the time.

"Why is it wrong if I know Erlan? He was a smart young man from a long time ago. Famous, mobbed by many girls, smart, almost perfect even," Melia explained with a proud look.

Fahri smiled wryly.

"Nothing you, I'm his brother. He's a nerd who never even brags. Thick glasses, nerds, funny appearance with front bangs that look cute. Yes ... I just feel weird, how can you know?" Fahri leaned his head observing his wife's face at close range.

The day rolled with a strange silence. Either Melia feels that way. I don't know. He felt the air temperature was hotter than usual. Sultry. A thread of sweat even began to fall down his forehead.

The woman even deliberately turned her eyes in another direction outside the window there. Occasionally even took the time to look at the clear sky. There are also clouds that are chasing each other. It was as if something was happening in the sky.

The wind that blows feels slapping in the face. It was as if waking the girl up in an empty silence. Makes him stump with his stupid lips.

"Melia, I'm sorry to confuse you. Let's walk! I don't want anyone else waiting. Maybe next time the story, I'm just curious about the introduction of the two of you that I think is unnatural" explained Fahri.

Melia was still frozen looking at him. As if confused to explain what.

"Melia, can you hear me? Come down, let me drive. Looks like you're tired too" said Fahri, this time speaking in a soft tone.

Shortly thereafter, Fahri finally came down. Slowly he opened the door next to the wheel, then asked his wife to shift to sit next to him.

"I've known Erlan for years. Yes, he is exactly what Mr. Fahri described. But he's not that bad. He's not a cute guy. He deliberately looks bad because he wants to make his own judgment about the people around him" Melia said.

Both of Fahri's thick eyebrows intertwined. Seemed trying hard to digest the sentence that his wife had spoken.

It was clear that he was both surprised and confused.

"Now it's my turn. This is as a wife, not based on subordinates. I asked with my capacity as a wife." Melia tilted her sitting position.

"Just ask" said Fahri.

"What kind of debt is it that makes you want to marry a woman like me?" Melia stared intently without a blink.

It seemed, that question had indeed disturbed his mind all this time. Curious about how Fahri really felt about her?

I don't know since when, Melia was so concerned about that taste. A feeling that seems dusty but silent. Netra who always looked at him meaningfully without being able to speak. Strange leaflets every time both pairs

see each other. Many things make the girl confused with her feelings after marriage.

"I can't explain. The point is Mr. Haris is a good man. He loves you with all his heart. Maybe, one day .. Mr. Haris himself will tell the story. But believe me, I will do what Mr. Haris expects as best as I can. Don't worry." Fahri ruffled Melia's hair with one hand while increasing her speed.

Shortly after, he sees Erlan's car ahead of him. Makes Fahri increasingly catch up.

"Why compete with Erlan? Reduce speed, ignore him. We could be in danger!" shouted Melia trying to warn.

However, Fahri is still a stubborn young man, instead of reducing the speed he stepped on the gas to make Melia close her eyes while holding on to hold back her fear.