Marsha, Between Love and Revenge

Chapter 9. Misya

After the night of his television anniversary, rumors of the closeness of Marsha and the charismatic widower have spread. Marsha did not mind that, because the more gossip about her, the more she will be known, it is good for her business and business.

Marsha put the tablet on the table, then she looked through her space glass Zidan who was talking to a pulm-haired woman wavy like a k-pop idol.

Both seem to be talking.

"Sir Zidan likes what food? Rosa will bring you breakfast Mr. Zidan." Rosa an employee from the marketing division approached Zidan.

Zidan responded with a crisp laugh "No need to bother Miss Rosa, I used to have breakfast rice sitting," Zidan replied as it was, because indeed during the stay contracted his new, Zidan, Zidan bought rice from his grandmother in front of his alley

"Sir Zidan is very simple, handsome but not choosy, yaudah I went back to my room first yes sir, tomorrow I bring good nasi uduk. Thank you for the flowers yesterday, and I hope you like my coffee, good morning sir, happy work." Zidan just nodded because he felt bad. Both were surprised to see Marsha standing on the doorstep with her hands folded in front of her chest.

"Miss." Rosa bowed her head respectfully, instantly it felt like the blood no longer flowing in her body was stared at sharply by the boss.

"Well, are you here? Aren't you from the marketing division?" The question is very intimidating.

"Sa-s"

"She just brought me coffee Miss, because of the flowers that yesterday, I gave the same to Miss Rosa." Zidan said, I can't bear to see Rosa's pale, frightened face.

"I'm sorry Miss." Rosa passed by and headed straight for her one-story room with Zidan and Marsha.

Marsha snorted at Zidan, then she re-entered her room, followed by Zidan who would read her agenda today.

"I don't like Zidan, working hours are for dating, you I pay a lot here, so don't eat blind paychecks."

"I didn't eat Miss's blind paycheck, just talked for a while, anyway she also gave a report on the results of automotive sales in the last two months."

Marsha read the sales results provided by Zidan, her smile expands instantly, because the sales results are increasing.

"The more I make scandals, the more my sales will increase."

Zidan frowned "You mean Miss?"

"Ohhh Zidan, in Indonesia, the more scandals we make, the more famous, it is very profitable for me and the company."

"And you're proud of that Miss?"

"Sure, look at this," Marsha pointed out the tablet to Zidan, "my name lies at the very top of the search site. 'Get to know more closely, Marsha Mahardika, young businessman, successor of Mahardika corp. Who became a charismatic singer couple." Show her proudly over the gossip of closeness between herself and the golden-voiced widower.

"Yes, do what you think is good Miss."

Marsha's schedule today wasn't very solid, so Marsha came home early, as she felt her body returning less fit. This becomes Zidan's grandfather's opportunity to bring Zidan to the girl he will be betrothed to.

"Yes Kek" picked up Zidan's phone from his grandfather.

"If you have some free time, meet the girl that Grandpa told you about Zidan, today he'll be waiting for you at our family restaurant." Said the grandfather from across. He must take a quick step before Zidan turns his heart to Marsha.

"Grandfather knows you never let Grandpa Zidan down, so meet him at four in the afternoon. Grandpa guarantee you won't be disappointed with Grandpa's choice."

With a very heavy heart Zidan followed the wishes of his grandfather, I don't know, why now he is no longer eager to meet the girl chosen by grandfather. And Zidan's heart returned as if contemptible, when Marsha was picked up by the German businessman.

"That once he approached Marsha, when yesterday the flowers were not received," Zidan clenched his hand "I will destroy all his plans to approach Marsha."

That evil intention was not out of jealousy, but because Marsha's goal was for the girl to fall in his arms, but alas, the grandfather had made a promise that he would meet the girl he would be betrothed to.

"Sorry Mister, I hope you'll bring Miss Marsha home soon, because Miss Marsha is not feeling well." Zidan reminded Matthew before his car drove off with Marsha, then Zidan glanced at Marsha who was staring at him.

"Really sweety?" Matthew gasped, he immediately stuck his palm on Marsha's forehead. "Okay, you need to rest, are we going to the hospital?"

"No need for Matt, I've been on medication." Matthew's car passed from in front of Zidan, before long there was an incoming message on his phone.

"I'll give you Zidan's bonus, because I don't like Matthew."

Unknowingly, the corner of Zidan's lips was attracted while reading the message sent by his fierce boss.

Zidan entered the Arabic-style restaurant, praying directly to the place that his grandfather had sent. His eyes were rubbing against the clear eyes of the beautiful woman who was sitting holding her phone. The girl stood up to gush Zidan's arrival, her eyes not blinking at the slightest look of Zidan's good looks.

"I'm sorry, did you make an appointment with my grandfather." Zidan said.

"Ahh yes, I am Misya." The girl extended her hand.

"Zidan," Zidan welcomed the girl's hand, "sorry long wait."

"No, I just got here."

Zidan immediately judged the girl he was facing, he suddenly compared this girl to his boss. Marsha who seems fierce, sexy, but most anti-shake hands with the opposite sex, yes only last night she saw Marsha so intimate with the male singer, because it would make a scandal. While this girl named Misya, looks calm, feminine, but she easily shakes hands with the newly known opposite sex.

Their conversation flowed just like that and seemed mediocre, Zidan did not feel anything special from this woman, there was no debate in her heart, whereas Misya included the criteria of her idol girl all this time, calm, calm, sweet, soft-spoken.

"Thank you Zidan for driving me home." Said Misya after getting off the car that Zidan was carrying.

"It's okay Missya, it's a man's responsibility."

"Be careful." Misya said sincerely.

"You're not in? I'll be home after you come in." Zidan treats Misya as if she is considerate, and it manages to make Misya interpret, if Zidan likes their meeting.

Misya folds her lips holding a smile, lest Zidan see her happy look. Then he nodded, and turned around to his house. After closing the door of the house, Misya peeked at Zidan's passing car, she held onto her thumping chest.

"Crazy, heart please condition, Zidan is more handsome than I imagined."

"Ehem." The heavy sound shocked Misya.