My love is blocked by your throne

17. Broken

"Male, husnal wajhi yurooniyu al-kawaakibi"

The words of praise in Arabic glided smoothly from Akhtar's mouth when his net caught the beautiful face of the natural Aura that was so bright with a soft hijab that was worn.

(You have a facial beauty that rivals the stars)

Praised in such a way, Aura was nervous, her head lowered with a red met face,

his heart was beating faster than usual.

Akhtar castrated the intensity of his gaze by inserting a gentle smile.

"Sit down the deck, brother wants to talk," Akhtar pointed to the chair next to him.

"Dad you slept?" Aura asked as she sat herself on the chair that Akhtar pointed at.

Because just now when Aura said goodbye to bathing and praying, Lukman was talking to Akhtar in the living room of their house. Akhtar nodded.

Lukman had indeed returned home from the hospital this afternoon, after the doctor stated that his health was getting better.

"I want to go home later in the afternoon, because my father is better," Akhtar opened a conversation, this time they had time to talk together. Although they both keep Lukman in the hospital, but they are never really both, sometimes there is Hasna's aunt and cousin Aura who is also there.

"Oh yes, thank you for everything,"

Akhtar nodded not forgetting his smile.

"Dik Aura himself when will he return to Jakarta?"

"Not to know brother, wait for father to really recover first,

or maybe I won't be back until,.."

Aura did not continue her words.

"Until what?" Akhtar quickly asked.

"Until our show is held,"

Akhtar immediately smiled at him "If it were true like that I would be very happy, brother. But can it be your boss?"

"Yes, I'll let you go first, brother, hopefully,"

Aura was hopeful even though her heart was not so yaqin.

"Definitely heavy on deck, the job of being executive boss secretary?" ask Akhtar.

"I'm not a secretary, I'm just a personal assistant."

"What's the difference with a deck secretary?" Because setau Akhtar if in Indonesia a secretary is concurrently a personal assistant different from in outside countries such as Hong Kong, for example, there is clearly a difference in duties between a secretary and a personal assistant.

"So, at least that's what I saw at Pramudya Corp. Pramudya is a holding company that has several subsidiaries with several business lines, so the work schedule of CEO Pramudya is very solid and many. Because he not only has a secretary but also personal assistant and executive assistant."

"Who are they?" Akhtar seemed to want to know what the scope of work of his future wife. Or he's actually investigating something. I don't know, Aura did not think in that direction, he just answered what was asked based on the facts.

"Secretary, mbak Clara, executive assistant that's Mr. Kaivan, and PA me, brother. So we share the work according to each task. If Mr. Clara and Mr. Kaivan is indeed more about the responsibility to the company in general.

Work with the administration team to create spreadsheets and presentation information. Organizing and planning meetings on behalf of superiors, and so on."

Aura was emasculating with a smile feeling that she was lecturing Akhtar.

"If your own duty what are the decks?" But it seems that Akhtar is interested to know more about Aura's work.

"If I were more responsible for addressing the needs of the Personal CEO, sis,"

"That means you're the closest to your boss, huh?"

"If the closest one is Mr. Kaivan,"

"But you are definitely more often with him, right, if your job is to take care of his personal needs," said Akhtar again, Aura nodded slowly considering only himself who is one room with Damaresh Willyam. Akhtar quietly sighed.

"So what are your duties, brother?" Ask Akhtar further.

"Monitoring emails regarding reporting and providing responses if needed, preparing communications, answering telfhon on behalf of superiors, preparing meeting minutes, if the results of the meeting reshum more often mbak Clara," Aura's description made Akhtar smile, it turns out that the personal thing in question is still within the scope of work.

her mind, with a feeling of relief.

"Damaresh Willyam, the CEO of Pramudya Corp, yes,"

akhtar said, who was influenced by Aura, Akhtar had seen the profile of Damaresh in geoggle. He deliberately wanted to know who the CEO of Pramudya Corp once Aura said that he became the CEO of PA.

"Still young" Akhtar continued,

"It's about 33 years old" Aura added.

"Great yes, so the CEO of a big company at such a young age," Akhtar praised Damaresh, whether he was sincere or not, or it could be that the sentence of praise was just a bait for Aura so that she expressed her opinion about her Executive boss in the office.

"Pramudya is a family company, which is managed by the family, its shareholders are also the family, the large family of Willyam Pramudya, the commissioner and the owner of the company, mr. Willyam Pramudya makes a big and complicated challenge for all his descendants, to find who deserves the CEO seat.

And that challenge only this Mr. Damaresh could solve," Aura did express his opinion also about Damaresh, but it was general, not tucked away in personal judgment as Akhtar had expected.

Akhtar wants what the hell, later if Aura really muji Damaresh, you yourself will not feel good.

But Aura is also smart and observant, he is able to read in which direction this conversation is aimed, because he answers according to the portion only. But for Aura the way Akhtar did it was legitimate, because he was worried and concerned with his future wife, the care was born from affection. He who is not worried about having a future wife whose daily work with a boss who is single, handsome charming plus a twist, until the twist can not be counted. Akhtar was also immediately worried when he saw the profile of Damaresh Willyam in geogle.

(But a warning to readers, do not look for the profile of Damaresh Willyam and his company in geoogle yes,

since you guys won't find anything, why? because only Akhtar can do it, you can't)

Aura nodded, she indeed wanted to take a nap, something she had been hard at getting all this time.

"So yeah, too,"

Akhtar nodded, accompanying Aura's steps into the room with a gentle look.

Aura thoroughly enjoyed her nap in peace, taking off all the tiredness and burden of pent-up thoughts, but her beautiful sleep was interrupted with a commotion that sounded from the direction of the living room. Aura slowly sat down while attaching her hearing carefully, there was the sound of a woman talking explosively, occasionally interspersed with the voice of a man who also pitched furiously, and the voice of his father's slow. More specifically, there was a commotion in the living room of his house.

Aura immediately jumped down from the bed, grabbed her hijab and rushed out towards the living room.

"This is her son already out," the voice of a woman with a sneering tone immediately welcomed Aura's presence. And that voice belonged to Akhtar's mother.

"When do you and your mom come?" Aura immediately shuffled about to greet her two in-laws, but immediately her hands were on the ledge by her mother Akhtar.

Not only that he also turned his face with a fierce look.

Aura momentarily wavered with that harsh treatment,

but as soon as the mother-in-law's prospective mother-in-law was very soft on him. "What's wrong mom?" ask Aura

"Don't call me mother, you're not my son-in-law anymore" Akhtar's mother dropped out.

"Eeh what does this mean?" Aura stared at everything there, her father who looked down with a pale face, Akhtar who was also sitting quietly with a flat face, her father-in-law who was also silent just looked at her coldly. And lastly bi Husna who shed tears while looking at Aura with a sad look. What is this.

"Your marriage to Akhtar we're annulled, you're not my daughter-in-law anymore" Akhtar's mother said sternly or rather rudely.

"What, ta.but why ma'am?" Aura asked not understanding

even the others were silent with the bullying attitude of Akhtar's mother. And Akhtar, the man was also silent.

"The color you don't deserve to be Akhtar's wife, you can't keep your honor as a woman,"

Akhtar's mother even pointed at Aura's face.

"What do you mean?" Aura was completely clueless with that treatment of her.

Akhtar got up from his seat and stood in front of Aura, handing the girl a large brown envelope without a word.

"Is this brother?"

"Open!" akhtar's orders are cold.

Aura said, immediately he opened the envelope and took out the contents that turned out to be two large photo sheets and that made Aura wide

it turned out that his own picture was sleeping in the arms of a handsome man.

And the other photo Aura and the man slept facing each other with the position of the man's hand still hugging Aura's body.

"Sir Damaresh," Aura immediately muttered in disbelief.

"Yes, it's you sleeping with your boss. Mr. Damaresh Willyam" Akhtar said in a trembling voice.

"Sister this.."

"What's? you want to say it's not true? it's an edit, who dares to edit a photo of a big boss just to send it to my house" Akhtar quickly cut Aura's speech.

"Sent,?" Aura muttered. Immediately his thoughts turned to Damaresh Willyam himself who yesterday had posed a threat to Aura. But could it be that the man was willing to defame himself by making and sending such a photo to someone else, while the Willyam family is a family that is very buzzing good name even though it is not actually good, even they do not hesitate to pour billions of money just to cover the scandal that one family did, he said, what to look for if not a good name.

And if you look at the return address of the envelope it is there from Surabaya, while Damaresh is currently abroad.

"Why are you quiet?" akhtar's question blew away Aura's mind who was looking for some possibilities.

"This photo is not entirely true, brother," Aura tried to explain because at this time it was all she could do.

"I don't want to hear the deck," Akhtar shook his head. "I thought you were a strong principled woman of faith, it turns out you were tempted by your rich Boss yes, indeed in the presence of matter and wealth, indeed, truth and error are no different from you, because the one who knows wrong and right is only the one who has the heart, not the one who has the material, and you who I consider from the one who has the heart, but.."

"Quite brother," Aura immediately stopped Akhtar's words that hurt her feelings terribly.

"If we don't get married, fine, I accept. But brother Akhtar need not mention wrong and right here, because you do not know anything about the truth brother, you do not know how I am every time.." The aura defied Akhtar's sharp gaze with anger.

Aura who every time trying to keep his marwah as a Muslim woman, keeping his association to fit the keyaqinan that he had been adopted, but so easily an Akhtar who did not know all accused him of that

even though it is spoken in a subtle language.

Aura was deeply offended.

"Oo so you agree this marriage is off?" Akhtar who was already burning emotions immediately said in a high tone.

"What do I have to do, brother, if you have decided that way, why do I explain everything to the person who has closed his ears and heart to listen, for free, right,?" Aura said holding sobs, until her voice trembled strongly.

"Well," Akhtar took a strong breath. "excuse me," Akhtar had approached Lukman kissing his hand, "I say goodbye, father" he said.

"I'm sorry father son" Lukman rubbed his shoulder with a drop of tears rolling down his pale face.Seeing that there was something broken in Aura, broken and left a terrible pain.

Akhtar and his family have left the house.

"Dad," Aura immediately approached Lukman. But Lukman immediately rose to leave Aura after having a chance to throw a gaze of anger and disappointment into one.

"Dad!"

Lukman kept on passing towards his room, ignoring Aura's slashing cry. The girl turned to stare at the husna who also immediately got up and stepped out without a word. His family no longer believed him.

Aura could only cry in her solitude.