Marsha, Between Love and Revenge

Chapter 8. Night Awarding

Marsha frowned, holding her head which still hurt when she opened her eyes. Marsha finds a cloth attached to her font, when she lifts her body when she realizes that this is not her office or home. Sweat had soaked her neck and entire body, Marsha felt her forehead no longer warm, and felt her neck using the back of her hand. He circulated his gaze throughout the room, a medium-sized room, a mattress covered with sheets patterned a club ball, with lighting that was not too bright, his eyes immediately moved on the door of the room that was slightly open.

"Where am I?"

While still trying to gather his memories and life, the fragrance from instant noodles instantly entered his sense of smell. Marsha lowered her legs, walking towards the door.

"You eat by yourself? Not offering me Zidan?" Zidan was surprised to hear the voice of his boss. Then Marsha immediately grabbed the plate of instant noodles in Zidan's hands. "What kind of guy would let his boss starve? She's eating by herself." Marsha greedily ate Zidan's noodles. And Zidan can only be dumbfounded.

"Miss you're not feeling well, why eat mine? That's my instant noodles anyway." Zidan stood on Marsha's forehead, and then headed back, Marsha did not care what her secretary said, she was really hungry.

Then Zidan came carrying a box of food, Zidan opened a food box containing roasted chicken complete with sambal and vegetable soup.

"Ease?" Surprised by Zidan's plate, Marsha wiped his mouth with tissue.

"Your homemade noodles are delicious as well Zidan, I dare to pay dearly if you want to cook it again for me, you want?"

"Not for now, you're sick Miss," Zidan then spooned the rice and roasted chicken, pointing at Marsha's mouth "Eat this, let you get healthy fast, I bought it specifically for you Miss."

Marsha shook her head quickly "No way."

"You have to be willing, I don't have enough money to buy healthy food like this." Look at Zidan Marsha's round clear eyes, then he brought his face closer, both of them like hypnotized each other, without Marsha realizing Zidan gripped his cheek until his lips opened and "Hup," a spoon made it into Marsha's mouth.

"Zidan you?" Marsha held back in anger, her cheeks instantly heating up.

"What the hell is Marsha? Why even be salting like this .. akhhh very embarrassing." Rutuk Marsha herself.

"Then you have to take Miss's medicine, I was going to take you to the hospital, or take you home. But your driver says if you're sick don't want to be angry and what you know, so I have no choice but to bring you my contract." Then Zidan again feeds Marsha a meal, this time Marsha complies, not wanting to make Zidan do anything weird to her again.

Marsha scanned the whole room, "you live alone?"

"looks?"

"Why are questions answered? Not polite."

"It's my house, you have to follow my rules."

"Zidannn, you're so brash, aren't you your boss?" Marsha snapped, but it had no effect on Zidan. Zidan then took a tissue to wipe Marsha's dirty mouth exposed to roasted chicken seasoning. Not even his hand touched his boss's lips, Marsha quickly picked up the tissue.

"No need to be presumptuous, than you took the opportunity to continue."

Zidan lowered his head, chuckling at his spontaneous actions on Marsha, never did he care about this, whereas Marsha was not the type of woman of his idol, bringas and fierce. He likes a gentle and loving woman.

"Why don't you want your parents to know you're sick, Miss?" Zidan tried to divert his awkwardness.

"You think?" Marsha replied to Zidan.

"You avenged me Miss?"

"I'm not a vindictive Zidan, do you think I'm a vindictive?"

Zidan seemed to be awakened by the words of Marsha "You have if you do not want to answer, as your secretary, I am very curious why. But if it's a secret, I'm not forcing."

Marsha breathed a rough breath, cleaned her teeth tucked in chicken meat "The chicken meat is not ripe Zidan, do not buy in the restaurant again, buy chicken in my father's shop. I don't usually eat food carelessly." A little bit to tell his liking.

"If Amam finds out I'm sick, I can be told to rest at home for a month, I don't like that. As the eldest daughter, I should be able to take control of the company, because if I get married, I don't want my husband to control the apap company."

Usually women the age of Marsha still like to squander their parents' money, hanging out here and there without a purpose, cool dating, enjoying youth, but not with his boss, he said, Marsha seemed to cover up his potent attitude by behaving fiercely and arrogantly so as not to be easily oppressed by fellow entrepreneurs, and limit the relationship with the opposite sex because it does not want men who approach it just to take advantage of the wealth of his parents.

"Not really, I like work."

"During being your secretary, I never saw you on vacation or sightseeing, the brain also needs to be rested Miss. Can't be forced. Look, you just fainted, because you're too fouling your energy." Zidan began to show his concern.

"Why are you so chatty?"

Zidan fell silent, he folded his lips in line, confirming Marsha's words, yes, he has nothing to worry about.

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"Sir, the young master brought Miss Marsha his new contract, the woman is sick." A confidant of Zidan's grandfather gives a report.

Grandpa Zidan took the photo that his men put on the table. Seeing Zidan holding Marsha in with a worried face.

"Keep watching him, don't get caught."

Grandfather sighed, there was no closeness between men and women that did not involve feelings. "We'll see Zidan, can you prove what you're saying will take revenge for what happened to your mother?"

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Tonight is the night of Marsha's family's grand anniversary television show. Marsha came with her grandfather and two twin sisters, Mahendra Mahardika, and Mahawira Mahardika, who was in college in Bandung accidentally returned home to attend a party made by her brother.

Zidan breathed a heavy sigh, he actually did not want to attend the event, if his grandfather knew, grandfather must be angry, and he was afraid if there was a businessman who recognized him, he said, although all this time he was not directly related to building the grandfather's business, but there were several times he met directly with the businessmen.

"Hopefully everything goes well tonight." Zidan puffed his mouth, exhaled.

Zidan looks from far away at Marsha who is now walking on the red carpet with her grandfather. Marsha flanked by her twin sisters walking with her grandfather, Marsha looks so beautiful and shines under the lights and blitz camera.

But the praise was quickly drawn by Zidan when he realized that the swarovski crystal dress worn by Marsha was so sexy, Zidan then walked quickly, waiting for Marsha to come out and finish from the photo session, he had already taken off his suit, and when Marsha got off the Red carpet, separated from her twin sister and grandfather, Zidan quickly covered Marsha's open back.

"Jeez Zidan, you made my heart go out."

"Do you have any other dress besides this Miss? Why so sexy? You can get dredged if you catch a cold."

"Why are you getting more attention, Zidan?" ceplos Marsha couldn't hold back. "Don't you start feeling the same way?"

Glegg, Zidan gulped roughly "Where may be Miss, I'm not interested in a fierce woman like you."

Marsha was disappointed at Zidan's reply, she took Zidan's suit off his shoulder "You take this, don't get near me, I want to approach the famous widower with his charisma, I wonder, she's not as interested in beautiful, successful women as I am."

Marsha walked down the street, there happened to be a female singer who recognized her waving to ask for a photo together. And at the same time the incarcerated singer also greeted him, taking pictures, with cheeks sticking together.

"Miss Marsha, you are so beautiful and fragrant, I feel like I'm in a flower garden near you." Praise the singer.

Marsha shut her mouth "But not the flower of death right?" Candanya.