My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant

Stopping Please

Excel fixates the forehead on both palms, slim and sturdy fingers that occasionally give massage to the forehead and temples to relieve dizziness that whack. Even the dark eyes feel tired so that not infrequently the sweep of fingers gently touch the eyelids alternately.

Excel's breath is so heavy that one day of work delay will keep him busy and troubled the day after. After a morning meeting with a client who is quite njlimet, Excel is now waiting for Rega to bring the production team for Tristan brand advertising. This is the third time, Tristan makes things complicated because of his perfectionist attitude. How can you guarantee a model is still pure? Does anyone up to that detail want to explain himself? And ... even if there is, it must be very rare, after all who wants to bother scraping someone's privacy, if it ends with a slap or a splash from a glass filled with drinks?

Excel exhaled more air from his lungs, his sturdy back limp on the back of the swivel chair. Even when he met Micah, his heart could not be empty of burdens. As he had expected before. Yes ... despite being enveloped in such great doubt, but Excel finally ventured to face his past. He just wanted to give clarity to his heart and his feelings for Micah.

“You haven't changed Cel ...,” Micah said. The woman's face seemed to be wailing as the two of them linked views.

“Why ... why did you do that to me?” Excel's chest rumbled considering all the pain of that time. He feels weak. Either ... he was injured, but Micah's face made the turmoil in his chest reappear.

Micah threw away his face, “Sorry Cel .. sorry I left you that time. I just don't want you to get hurt.” Clear thread can no longer be held by the beautiful woman. Sliding firmly over Micah's finely gleaming cheeks. Angelmaan angel, what a perfect Micah.

Excel looked up, his eyes closed for a moment. “You left also gave me a wound, you never even imagined how deep it would be, Kha.”

“Therefore, hate me Cel ...!” Micah looked again with anger gathering in his eyes. A little bit of disgust and frustration. “Never forgive me, even if only a speck!” Those lips twitched, even that slender body also twitched in restraining the outpouring of emotions.

“I've done it ... I hate you as much as I love you, until I get confused, how I really felt about you first!”

“Say one thing only so that I stop wishing me to you!” Excel grabbed Micah's shaking arm.

Micah wiped away her tears. “Sometimes you will know everything .. I have no right to defend myself before you, because indeed I am entirely guilty of you and we should not meet today.”

Excel drops his hand, “True ... we should not meet, then, now, or in the future.” Excel backwards. Leaving Micah who was still looking at him softly. During his time with her, Micah never had such a bad expression.

Excel is so sorry to meet Micah today, why not yesterday or last time. Of course, things will be different if Excel is not married. Currently, although there is no love in his marriage, Excel has no intention of ending it quickly. Excel again swept his fingers on the forehead, too weird everything at this time.

“Manten new is grim?” chirp Rega from the end of the room.

Excel exhales, without moving a single limb. Rega is sad to see the behavior of his best friend.

“Why?” Rega slightly underestimated the attitude of his friend. “If Naja who seems to want to kill himself is natural .. because he only knew if he wanted to be married a few hours before. If you ‘kan already know since the beginning? What's the problem?”

Excel pulls itself to sit up straight, even though the movement is very lazy. “I met Micah this morning ...,” Excel hand folded neatly on the table in the meeting room after sliding some files that were still scattered.

Rega confirms her eyes, “You're considering going back to her?” rega's head was broken to the side. “And leave Naja? Justjust like? This fast?” cecar Rega is full of emphasis.

“He wants me to hate him ..”

“Good ...! Nice it ... self-conscious apparently, she!” resolute Rega while pounding the table. Rega seemed content to hear Micah's decision. Rega's lips curled cynically.

Excel turned towards Rega with a frown, “Self-aware? Meanin? You know something?”

Rega was stunned for a moment, then laughed crisply, “Ya .. should dong she is self-conscious, she has made everyone ashamed. It's only natural that he chose to be hated by you .. it's worth it.”

“It seems your hatred for Micah is greater than mine?” excel syndicate.

“Of course ... Did you forget? I'm the foggy one when you're heartbroken. I also went there and found him. Rainy, hot, even I can't sleep quietly.”

Excel squeaks, because it's all true. Excel devotes his work to Rega, while he searches for Micah. Not infrequently, Rega was also confused to find Micah. Excel did not express anger and disappointment at that time, but he became an expressionless, quiet, and somber person. From time to time, his life purpose was for Micah. To find my Micah.

“Pardon Micah and forget .. You better start your new life with Naja. Get started now, so that a lifetime with Naja feels long. And I hope you remember Aunt Kira's message, don't play with women and her feelings.” Rega summarized the remaining files on the table, and retrieved the new files to coincide with the production team entering the room.

Again, Excel took his breath away. That's what Excel doesn't want to do. It makes a woman hurt. It is terrible to deal with women especially if the woman is like her mother who is so persistent and does not give up easily.

**

Samuel guides Naja around her fashion house, which is located in a fashion house owned by her sister, Samantha, while waiting for the arrival of a new customer.

“Congratulations lo yes ...” They're walking towards Sam's office.

“Thank you Sam ..” smile Naja spilled out at a glance.

“He treats you well, doesn't he? He's a good guy actually, just because he was once injured because of a woman, he's getting stiff and cold.” Sam continued walking. Sometimes he turned towards Naja who looked cute.

“I know ...,” replied Naja after quietly covering them long enough. Thinning lips, I don't know ... Just want to live life. No longer want to be so grandiose.

Sam raised his eyebrows high and smiled faintly. “Oh yes .. lo free work here, just like my other design team. Lo work can be anywhere .. original fitting deadline all is in order. You can unplug it whenever you want, because you're my best friend's wife. But I hope, as long as you still have an idea to make in tuangin ..lo keep working with me. Okay?”

Naja nodded, “But Mas, an employee of Mas Sam who graduated from a famous design school loh.... when I was also still used?”

Their steps came to a halt when they arrived in front of Samuel's study.

“Ngga all ...,” Sam pushed the door of his study, welcome in with a head gesture. “There is a new school after a long time working here. There is only one who graduates abroad and he wants a lot. I prefer to find talented people and want to work, not people who demand but zonk. I'll give you appreciation according to their level of perseverance.”

Again, the mangosteen. Now there is nothing that makes him hesitate to be with his coworkers who were not found.

The door was pushed up from the outside, making Sam and Naja who were just about to land her body on the sofa, turn their heads in unison.

“Please Mr. ..,” Dara, Sam's assistant, let his guests in. Sam immediately got up and welcomed the guest he had been waiting for a while ago.

“Good morning .. You guys must have been waiting for me for a long time.” Greet a tall man with an extraordinary charisma line on his face.

Naja swallowed the saliva that suddenly mounted at the base of his throat.

“Tu-Tuan Tristan ..” lirih Naja barely audible.

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