My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant

After Lunch's

Busy, that is what describes the situation of the two humans who are filled with honey in the household heresy. However, they were not given the opportunity to combine love, even if it was just mutual fretting. Excel has been coming home all night for the last few days. Tristan is now increasingly attacking him, making WD conditions as a whole shook and unstable. Often Excel finds his wife sleeping on the living room couch, waiting for his arrival. Or maybe waiting for affection to steal it back.

Naja who is also busy with his work, no less tired and almost lost time to pay attention to her husband. Sam&Sam boutiques are flooded with dress orders and suits. At the end of this month, a crazy rich event will be held, so it is no wonder that the bourgeoisie is willing to spend their money just for their best performance.

“Simple as it looks?” sack Sam as Naja was busy pinning needles on the plain and soft-looking mannequin. Sam sat on the table with his feet still touching the floor.

Lunch hours are supposed to be used to restore energy and rest but Naja instead uses it to finish her homemade clothes

Naja turned his head for a moment, before returning busy with his future clothes. “Really? If it is too crowded and flashy I am afraid if it makes Excel embarrassed,” Naja smile expands, trying to convince himself that Excel will like whatever he wears later. Besides, he doesn't have time to discuss this. Naja's face returned moody considering these last days, he was too quiet while Excel was busy working.

“He's been busy lately ...,” Sam turned his attention from Naja to any direction. Blank. “True ‘kan?” bowing for a moment then turning his face towards Naja with a consolation smile. He knew Naja like this since the problem came back in the company of his friend. He knew Naja was just looking for an impingement.

Naja's hand slowly descended, he thrust again the needle that would have been pinned to a sheet of cloth on the mannequin's shoulder, on a cushion that was coiled around his wrist. Turn around to find Sam. “What got that bad, Tristan screwed up? What the hell is the matter, Mas?”

Sam sighed while upholding his body. “Because you refused to be a model Tristan.”

Sam had to say this to Naja even though Excel forbade him from telling her that. Sam thought, if Naja knew the truth, maybe he could do something to soften Tristan, given the man's obsession with his best friend's wife.

Just throw his breath into the air, to cause a loud sighing sound, “So this is because of me? I made everything mess up?”

“Bu-no, also ...,” Sam was a little confused as the woman's eyes glazed over. “... yes, it is because of that problem, but this is also because of the selfishness of Tristan, Na... don't blame yourself,” is wrong, so be it, perhaps this is what makes Excel choose to solve the problem without involving Naja.

“You okay?” Sam panicked as Naja just kept quiet by clasping her hands around her slender waist, the woman's lips bitten. His gaze implied that he was thinking of something.

“Yah .. I think I should meet the Tristan ...,” Naja took off all the sewing devices attached to his body, grabbed the bag and carried it carelessly. Just look at how I messed up that guy if he was still cool not to end that childish act, Inner Naja. He did not ignore anything that Sam shouted at him, Naja continued to drive towards the yard.

Only half ran across the yard filled with traffic of this boutique customer.

Brugh ....

Naja's body hit two women who seemed to be heading for the parking lot. Slightly staggered but Naja could still control himself, so that he could get back up straight. “Sorry .. sorry, Miss ...,” Naja bent her body slightly to apologize to the two women who were busy wiping her body that was hit by Naja.

“Tanna ... Sister Micah?” paro Naja with perfectly rounded eyes, he spread a smile when he saw two women who were close to him first. He was so happy that he spread out his hand to grab Tanna in his embrace.

Tanna gasped for a moment, but she immediately greeted her best friend in a hug, “What are you doing here? You how are you?” tanna's typical cheerful split the scorching courtyard.

“I'm good ...,” Naja took off her embrace, she scanned her friend more and more beautiful day by day. “... You alone?”

“As you can see ... I feel amazingly good, Na ... You buy clothes here? Asked Jen?” He spread his gaze around the page, “where is he?”

“I work here, Tan ...,” Naja turned her gaze to Micah who had his hands on his chest. The woman looked cynical and lazy to say hello to Naja.

“How are you, Ma'am Micah ..” Naja reached out her hand. However, until a while Naja's hand did not get a reception.

“You know each other?” Tanna looked at the two people in turn. “Wah .. nice dong .. we add member.”

Naja pulled her lips inward, her fingers squeezing and retreating. “Tan .. I—“

“Sorry, Na .. but I have to go .. I still have other business, sometime we hangout together, yes ..!” Tanna grabbed Naja in her arms again, and without waiting for Naja's answer, she soon passed from there. Leaving behind Naja who was still waving without a reply from Tanna.

“Thankful that Tanna didn't take revenge on me.” Naja breathed a sigh of relief. Looking up for a moment as if protesting at the intense sun stinging his skin, Naja soon passed to head for Tristan's office.

***

Naja's steps swayed for sure, he headed for the receptionist to ask Tristan whereabouts, but even though Naja had worked here, he was not treated differently. Without an agreed appointment, Naja is unable to meet Tristan. Even up to an hour full of Naja waiting, Tristan did not show his nose nor let Naja meet him.

“Mbak .. please tell Mr. Tristan, if Naja is looking for him, yes ..” is desperate, Naja can only do that. Even on Lisa who he contacted through a message, Naja asked for the same thing. Lisa's on vacation right now, so she can't ask for her help right now.

Naja's steps swayed when he left Tristan's magnificent office. “Do I have to stalk him in order to meet ..” Naja turned her body against Tristan's office, she looked up, looking up at the magnificent building to the top. It was as if he could see where Tristan was. His breathing was wasted, he did not expect himself to be the culprit of the strained relationship Tristan and her husband's family.

“What are you doing here?” a freezing sound pierced Naja's ears, with a hold of breath, he twisted his body.

“Excel? You ... Why are you here?” nervous as she opened her eyes.

Excel clucked, “it's so hot right here ... and you're cured.. Come on, I'll drive you home!” Excel grabbed his wife's wrist which instantly restrained his body.

“I have to go back to Mas Sam's place, Cel .. I don't want to go home, my job is not done,” Naja's discordant tone makes Excel turn his head.

“Where only origin not here ..” firmly Excel while embracing Naja in his body's arms. “If I don't think I'll carry it again!” threaten Excel that immediately makes Naja obey and relax his body. Resignedly.

“Have eaten?” Naja shook his head.

“What do you do until you forget to eat?” namel Excel while opening the car door for Naja, sitting his wife's body and pairing the seatbelt, do not forget he rubbed his wife's hair. “you have to eat first.” Ambiguous connection.

Just frozen, he even had trouble swallowing his saliva. Her husband's sweet attitude made her again filled with flowers, so she could not speak. Since seeing Ai and Linda quarrel, Excel is indeed more considerate and gentle on her. No more harsh words come out, though they still often seem flat and cold, but Naja feels that Excel cares about her. Can I interpret this as the beginning of our good relationship? Or is he just sorry that I wasn't expected by anyone else and he picked me up? Just exhaling, he did not want to think far. Let time answer it. Quite what Excel is currently giving her, just with a little attention that makes her happy.

"Oh my God .. I am leafy even if I just join together like this." look at the eyes of Naja rumbling and I, he felt haru. Like a confession, like a couple.

"You why?" ask Excel when they have arrived at an empty table. He was astonished to see Naja as a person suffering from acute hunger.

Gasping, Naja immediately shed a kasmaran expression that filled her face. He laughed, just laughed. Laughter is unclear. "Hehe ... I .. anu ...," Naja scratched his head. He looked at Excel timidly. "We're like dating people ..," said Naja barely audible.

Excel raised his eyebrows, even his head tilted. I don't understand what his wife said.

"Hehe .. yes," Naja raised their hand link in front of Excel. "people who date 'have a hand."

Excel exhaled, speechless to face his childish-looking wife. "What do people do?" Excel tells you to sit. Actually, he wondered what people who date do. Because he never did that when he was the age of Naja.

"You don't know?" Naja who was sitting, resting her chin, looked at her husband in wonder. His lips even shrieked in horror as Excel shook his head.

"You must be an alien if you've never dated!" naja tuding.

"Just tell ... Don't tell me that no-no!" Excel is busy flipping through the sheets of paper in the menu book.

Naja let out his breath, "Dating people do a lot of things .. walks, exclamations together, calls, to the playground, watching, weekly nights, and more." Naja looked up with happy sparkling eyes as he said that. At least that's what he did with Ai first.

"That's all?" Excel handed over the menu book and told the resto waiter who smiled at the conversation of his customers.

"Yes ... What else do you want? Isn't dating that?" Naja's eyes narrowed sharply.

"No hand-holding? A kiss?" Excel drew his body closer and lowered his voice.

Naja's eyes were perfectly rounded, slowly he felt his face burning at the expression of Excel who was suddenly full of interest in him. "Where is there such a thing?" Just keep his body away.

"You and Ai never kiss?" excel Cibir. The man's face looked very disdainful. A kiss never does, Excel sneers through the look in his eyes.

"Of course you have!" naja did not accept. But the next moment he covered his mouth with both hands. Her husband's expression was really annoying.

"I mean ... just kiss her cheek, my birthday or her birthday .. Not a kiss like we do!" Naja blinked his eyes. He grew increasingly upset when he realized he had lost control of his mouth and speech. Especially her husband who looked at her with his lips raised.

"Oh my God .. I'd love to throw flowers in pots!" naja in my heart. He clenched his hands and gritted his teeth firmly.

"How long have you been dating?" ask Excel flat. After the food came.

"Five years ..," replied Naja as she stuffed a piece of sushi into her mouth until it felt full. "Why?"

"No ... Just finish your food and we go home!" excel seemed impatient to finish his lunch. Inner counting.

***

"Cel ... Why are we going home? I still have to finish my job!" demo Only when Excel doesn't deliver Naja back to Sam's fashion house. Naja's lips pursed, he left his clothes just like that without tidying up or storing them first. But Excel was only silent, his sharp beads splitting the streets. Until he got home, Excel just noticed his wife.

"How long have you and Ai been dating?" Ask Excel immediately. He put Naja in focus when the front door was closed.

"Five years .. I told you that." Naja was upset.

"How many times has he kissed you?"

"Where do I remember .. 'was it a long time ago, '" upset that she felt her husband was asking something unimportant.

"Where did he kiss you?" Excel grabs Naja's chin. "Here?" Excel grabbed his wife's lips before he could answer.

Even without pause, Excel pushed his wife to the couch, urging her to do nothing.

"Five years I'll erase in one day, so you'll forget all the more you did with him!" Highlight Excel's eyes were very sharp looking at his wife who was not whole anymore. Messy. Then he pounced more ferociously his wife, until only a sigh that filled this quiet space.

I won't let you remember your past anymore, because there will only be a future. Our new future. Sorry, I was selfish to have you.

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