Marsha, Between Love and Revenge

Chapter 3. Marsha's Personality

Zidan was very surprised to find Nana, a friend of his college time abroad had been lying next to him without wearing anything, and what was that?

"What did you do, Nans?" Zidan fiddled, rubbed his rough lips with his blanket, and instantly moved away from Nana.

Nana smiled, close the blanket covered her body "Don't be pulled donk blanket, then look all, you're still stiff Zidan."

"Nana quickly got out of here," Zidan ordered tagas as he pointed towards the door, staring intently at Nana who was reciprocated smilingly seductively at the woman's mainstay, at the moment the only man he is difficult to conquer is Zidan Xavier.

"Get out Nana." Zidan raised his voice.

"Still in the morning baby, don't get angry, you are now a secretary to that stinking child? Must be very tiring, we exercise first morning, so that your veins are not stiff." Nana sleeps sideways with her hands refuting her head facing Zidan, her hands still holding a blanket covering the sensitive part of her chest even though she had been able to attach to Zidan's lips.

Zidan ruffled his hair, then looked at the time on his phone, Zidan patterned the numbers shown at 06.57 "Dead me, Marsha's mother will definitely be angry." Not caring about Nana anymore, Zidan darted into the bathroom

Not until a minute he had come out with wet hair, Zidan did not want to look at his bed where there was still Nana there, caught by the tail of his eyes, Zidan did not want to look at his bed, he immediately passed to his walk in closed concept of dark in wood. Zidan was really in a hurry, yesterday he had already shown a bad first impression, it is impossible today that he again gave that bad impression.

Luckily Nana did not catch up with him coming in, so she could put on clothes quickly.

"Breakfast first Zidan." reproved grandfather as Zidan went down the stairs while buttoning his suit.

"Zidan is late, Kek." Zidan approached his grandfather and shook the back of the old man's hand, who was sitting with Nana at the table eating, Zidan refused to say hello to the woman.

"You're even more busy being a director in your own company, Zidan."

Zidan no longer cared about his grandfather's words, he thought that now he was full of fear because he was late to the office. And sure enough, when Zidan reached Melati had brought a cake and a cup of warm lemontea in the tray.

"Sorry Mom, I'm late."

"It doesn't matter to me Zidan, but it doesn't know to miss Marsha." Melati put on a face of pity on Zidan.

Zidan set his breath before Melati knocked on Marsha's door, then he patted her on the chest relieving her nervousness, Melati smiled realizing Zidan's shock sounded authentic from within, Melati entered followed by Zidan behind her.

"Morning miss." Melati put down a tray containing a kenakas snack next to Marsha's table, then she left without waiting for an answer from her superior. Leaving Zidan with his nervousness, plus Marsha who didn't see him at all.

"For Ms. Marsha, I'm sorry I'm late."

"Sampahhhh," Marsha's answer made Zidan like being thrown from a height, "do not say trash words in the morning make people's mood becomes bad. Should I teach Zidan? Call me miss Marsha like that, you should have heard from the others."

"Sorry miss,"

"Ohhh Zidan, read my agenda now." Marsha's voice is a little high.

Without waiting for long Zidan also read a series of Marsha agendas, from meetings with investors who will provide funds for the anniversary of his television, meetings with the organizers of the event, and with the creative team, and the last one met Mr Matthew Blue Smith, a German businessman.

At eleven o'clock in the evening Marsha had just finished a meeting with the creative team, and she had to meet Mr. Matthew at a club.

"Miss sure you want to meet him there?" Zidan asked timidly, because he himself as a man would think twice about having this meeting.

Crazy, crazy people who want to meet their business partners in the night like, and not where they should be.

And one fact that is only known to Zidan, it turns out that Marsha is a cheap woman, willing to justify all means for the success of her career.

He deserves the suffering that my mother feels.

Entering the largest discotheque in the capital, the sound of electronic music greeted the arrival of Marsha and Zidan. Marsha narrowed her eyes at the light, looking for the figure of Mr. Metthew who made a promise with her. But Marsha did not need to bother looking for the objection of the man, because before long, two bodyguards approached him.

"Miss Marsha Mahardika?" Said one of the guards.

"Yes, I'm Marsha Mahardika."

"You've been waiting for Mr. Matthew miss, please."

Marsha and Zidan followed the guard to the Vip lounge on the second floor. A handsome man with a real German face stood up to welcome Marsha and Zidan.

"Waw miss Marsha, didn't expect you'd find me here." Say it in English.

"Sure Mr, I appreciate my work, any hour, and anywhere else, I'll meet." Marsha answered with jokes.

"Thats rigt," Matthew noticed Marsha's performance from top to bottom, and he was quite impressed by Marsha's neat appearance, but still looks very beautiful and sexy in his eyes.

"Like drinking?" without waiting for Marsha's answer, he poured alcoholic beverages into a glass before Marsha.

"Can." Marsha answered briefly, then they began to talk about the essence of the meeting, and for the world of marketing, women are indeed good at seeking customer sympathy, evidently, only with the gentle gaze and soft sayings of Marsha, Matthew, and others, the German businessman who was notoriously unapproachable was immediately devastated by Marsha's death speech.

"Where are you going?" Matthew asked as Marsha stood up with her briefcase.

"Certainly go home Mister, is there anything else you want? I can accompany you, as my thanks, because you have signed this cooperation without delay tomorrow.

"I don't want to waste this golden opportunity miss, it's rare that I can find a beautiful, young and talented female leader like you."

Marsha laughed crisply at the praise from Matthew, who made the man's chest beat, Marsha seemed to have hypnotized him.

"May I take you home Miss? I feel responsible for having invited you to meet last night in a place you shouldn't."

"No need Mister, I'll go home with my secretary." Marsha looked at Zidan who had only listened to the chatter of the two.

"Come Miss, I don't like rejection, just have your secretary come home first." Marsha seemed to consider that, and then she sent Zidan home first.

Zidan did not come home, he was still waiting for Marsha in front of the club, curious about what Marsha and the man named Matthew were going to do, and before long the two came out with laughter.

Zidan followed the car that brought Marsha, again, there was something that made his heart immediately judge the true personality of Marsha, the car turned into the hotel area.

"Truly a sly and cheap woman."