Marsha, Between Love and Revenge

Chapter 4. Meet

Marsha, a twenty-three-year-old girl, a foreign graduate, was supposed to go back to her studies to get a master's degree, but she took a break, and wanted to work in her family's company.

Having a parent who is closed, simple, does not make him follow in the footsteps of his family. He's a bit of a rebel, haughty, easy-tempered, and unruly, which is why he immediately took up the director's post changing his position temporarily.

If Amamnya is typical of closed women and simple, modestly dressed, Marsha is exactly the opposite, both parents often rebuke the way she dresses.

And also, Marsha is fairly active on social media, she also often shares her social activities in her Instagram account, no matter people will comment if all she does is imaging.

And after the night Zidan saw Marsha walk into the hotel with the German businessman, Zidan had no idea what was going on between the two, Zidan had no time to investigate. For sure after a month he served as secretary of a Mahardika Marsha, his brain and energy are very difficult to find a time of rest.

Zidan actually blames himself for taking the decision to become Marsha's secretary for revenge, but that's the only way he can approach Marsha, the workaholic woman, a new title for Marsha from Zidan.

And on this Sunday, he should have relaxed, visited his mother in a safe house, after that spent time with his grandfather, but this time he did not. He must accompany Marsha to play golf with Matthew. At eight o'clock Zidan must pick up Marsha at her parents' house.

"May no one recognize me." Zidan said in his heart. He drives his sport bike to Marsha's house.

"Zidan, are you crazy? You're two minutes late?" Marsha's eyes glared, protesting at Zidan.

"Sorry miss, maybe Marsha's clock is too fast, my wrist watch, right. 08.00." Zidan pointed to the clock in his hand right in front of Marsha's face.

Marsha put away Zidan's hand "You're my subordinate, so you have to follow my watch, don't make your own rules."

Zidan let out a sigh, "Yes miss, the boss is never wrong."

"I'm good," her soft voice rebuked Marsha. "You can't be too fierce with his secretary, later if he doesn't feel at home again how? Zidan's good you can last a month through one day." Said the forty-eight-year-old woman who still looked very beautiful, but there was already a small fold in the corner of her face. The rose rubbed his son's shoulders.

"Zidan you're patient." Rose smiled kindly at Zidan, and Zidan returned the smile while nodding lightly.

"He doesn't recognize me? Thank goodness."

"Amam, can't do it donk, Marsha doesn't like rubber clocks, so it's a habit. You have a car, today you drive." His order was on Zidan, then threw the car keys. Hurry up Zidan catches him.

"Sha, your skirt really doesn't want to be replaced? It's too minimal, baby." The rose reminded her son.

"Amam, this is the safe category, Amam just calm down." Marsha slapped her Amamnya shoulder. The rose could only sigh, she had to slowly tell her child.

Zidan had opened the door for Marsha, and before entering, Marsha gave her greetings, kissed the back of Rose's hand, and did not forget to kiss her amber right left cheek, just entered the car.

"Mam, greetings Apap, Marsha there is a golf invitation from Mister Matthew."

"Yes, baby, be careful. Don't come home late, Mommy's coming here,"

"Yes Amam. Dahh."

He does not buy time, but he himself takes time. Zidan Mumbled.

And after thirty minutes they had reached the place Matthew had determined. Matthew welcomes Marsha, Zidan observes every gaze and greeting Matthew so tender and warm towards Marsha, and another one that Zidan is quite astonished, as Matthew will embrace Marsha's waist, Marsha is evading.

"Secretary you always come with Miss? Why don't you walk alone, or with a private driver? Does he have no holiday rations." Matthew looked at Zidan, uncomfortable with Zidan always beside Marsha.

The morning golf game was quite long, and Marsha always scored the highest in each of her holes.

"I salute you Miss, you are not only great at attracting investors, but also great at everything. It's so good to know you."

"Ahh, Mister could. Don't over-excite her."

Zidan rolled his eyes hearing that. "Did you like a compliment miss?" zidan whispered behind Marsha, made Marsha step on Zidan's foot, made Zidan complain restrained, he wagged his leg, sick.

"Can't call me Mister, Miss. Just call me names, Matt." Matthew stared gently at Marsha "and, let me call you *S*weety." Matthew tilted his head waiting for Marsha's answer.

Marsha again responded to Matthew's words with a crisp laugh, making Matthew even more anxious with Marsha, and every time he met this curly-haired beautiful girl, always felt a strange beating.

"Is that not too sweet, Mister? Uh Matt?"

"I think it's perfect for a woman as sweet and beautiful as you Miss Marsha."

"Ahhh you can always make me flattered."

"Can we have lunch together?" Matthew offers, and hopes Marsha again agrees to his request.

"Sorry Matt, I have an urgent family event, I have to get home soon."

"Okay, I'll wait another time."

Zidan laughed happily at Marsha's refusal, as if Matthew's approach was too hasty. And Zidan has his own way of taking this proud girl's heart out against him.

Well, I didn't take the wrong step of approaching her by being her secretary, Zidan changed his mind.

Zidan breathed a sigh of relief, when exactly twelve o'clock in the afternoon he had arrived at Marsha's residence, it meant he could rest at his house, and check his documents that he had not had time to sign. But unfortunately, Zidan can't be far from his boss, Marsha forced him to participate in his big family event.

"I'll fire you Zidan, if you refuse my offer." Scary threat.

With pleasure Miss, if I didn't have a specific mission.

And it turns out that at home Marsha had gathered the family in question. Zidan slowed down his steps, when his neutrals captured a male figure that made his mother not recognize him until now.

Zidan clenched his hands, his teeth until they were grinding with emotion, when he saw that the man could laugh freely, above the suffering of the mother.

"Zidan, come here. Why stop there?" Marsha's voice shakes Zidan from his daydream.

"Hey this is Zidan, mother's child's secretary?" Beautiful approached Zidan "Mother must know the person who has been patient with the child Mother," Lovely smiled at Zidan, then he frowned "kok Mommy feels familiar huh?"

Deghs

Does this woman still recognize me?