My love is blocked by your throne

78. Halal Women.

The willson Corp.

His steps were quite rushed, with his downcast face busy scrolling his smartphone screen without noticing in which direction he flashed.

Although being in an elite office building, it does not mean free from the possibility of crashing, it is not hitting a car or truck, but hitting a fellow who is also passing by, it could be..

From the opposite direction a man was also hurrying, after three money, he did not see the road, his hands were busy buttoning his suit which was only two seeds, and see what would happen..

Bruck..

The collision is inevitable.

Too gallant the man who remained standing firmly after sitting a mouthful of flesh breathing in front of him, this is different from his opponent whose body staggered with his head hit the wall of the room.

Aww.a stifled creak accompanies pain sliding from his lips. His hands reflexively rubbed his head which instantly pulsed. If only the head was not covered with hijab, surely the color of the bruised blue was already visible.

The handsome tall man instead of helping just anchored a look of wonder, the reason, he had never met a hijab woman in this office, this was the first time, this was the first time, or even there have been several times, just because there is only one name in his heart, so there is never one creature of the same type that became his attention, despite passing by in front of him.

Aww

The second restrained groan of the hijab-wearing woman robs her daydream, immediately of her consciousness and helper soul

Swing to action. His outstretched hand rubbed the wrapped head, and the owner immediately looked up to see the helper and who also caused his body to crash.

Handsome, too handsome even, his gaze was so lively, his pointed nose the tip of a keris perched firmly on his lips that ****.

The hijab-wearing woman was only momentarily stunned because her head immediately moved sideways to avoid the man's perched palm

on top of his temples, there was even a part of his skin that hit his cheeks.

And the brief scene must have a romantic effect if caught on camera, as well as if caught in the eyes of humans.such as the three different types of people who also witnessed the brief incident, however it had been printed clearly and gave birth to several different judgments, from the ordinary to the extraordinary.

Damaresh even stopped his steps because he felt he recognized the woman's silhouette, but at the same time, one side of his brain refused to believe, because there's no way the person he suspects will be in this city either, even inside the same building.

"That's Sean Willson, Kak, CEO of Willson Corp," said Naila who saw Damaresh stop the step because he saw two different people ten meters in front of him.

Damaresh briefly confronted Kaivan before taking a quick step, approaching.

There was a handsome man named Sean Willson, the CEO of Willson Corp, asked the woman in front of him.

"You all right, Miss?"

"Yes," the girl replied briefly as she closed her eyes tightly just to ward off the dizziness that was still entangling.

"You sure?" Sean seemed to be in disbelief for the sake of seeing the expression of the woman.

The woman immediately wanted to answer but her hearing loss caught a voice calling her name.

"Mom!"

The familiar voice, which always pinned different calls, the hijab woman reflexively turned to the source of the voice, and her smile immediately grew to see who was approaching her.

That was indeed Aura Aneshka.

He thought he would soon get a sweet treatment from the person he always missed, but Aresh's reaction was not in accordance with expectations. The man who was no less handsome than Sean Willson was pulling his hands hard to get away from Sean until Aura's body hit his body.

"Hi, don't be rude!" lerai Sean's.

Aresh did not care, he also did not feel sorry to see Aura who again grimaced, his gaze sharply swept across the beautiful face of his wife. "why are you here?

And what did you do with that man?" cecar Aresh with a sharp question.

"Ehhh a-me.that-we," the aura replied nervously. His soul trembled at the sharp gaze of Damaresh making his tongue stiff to speak.

"Jawab I'm Ara!" seeing Aura's nervousness, Aresh raised his voice

an octave until the question sounds more like a snap.

Aura was startled and immediately lowered her head with a heated face and glazed eyes.

Kaivan pats Damaresh's shoulder slowly to just unravel the man's emotions. While Naila saw all that with a question mark and a full-fledged gaze from him immediately anchored on Aura's face.

Unlike Sean, he actually felt numb to the hijab woman. "Miss, are you okay?" he asked worried.

The reason is still clear in his memory when the girl grimaced in pain now even got a treatment far from the tenderness of the newly arrived and unknown man who acted as the ruler of the girl.

(Sean, that was her husband)

"You don't have to interfere" Damaresh quickly jolted to him.

"Aresh, there must be a misunderstanding here

Give Aura time to explain, this way you scare her," Kaivan tried to remind Damaresh who stood stiff.

The man turned his body staring in the other direction to scoop as much air as possible, to drain his chest that still feels tight. It was the heat and heat that he felt now. That's when Naila took on her role.

"Hallo sir Sean Willson, I'm Naila, and this is Damaresh Willyam," Naila gestured to Aresh while shaking Sean's hand.

"Oo CEO of Pramudya Corp" exclaimed Sean who seemed to recognize who Damaresh was.

"We have an appointment with Mr. Sean,

Today," Naila said with a friendly smile.

"Yes, I too rushed into the room to greet you guys," Sean replied

Naila turned to Damaresh who was still staring at Aura but just silenced her.

"Kai, you accompany Ara, I'll continue my work first!" he told Kaivan who immediately nodded. And with a professional attitude he immediately shook the hand Sean introduced himself.

"Damaresh Willyam."

"Welcome Mr. Damaresh," welcome Sean, also with a professional attitude. "We're going to my room, now," he asked.

Naila and Damaresh followed the twenty-year-old CEO of Willson Corp into his room.

While Kaivan took Aura away from that place. "Mas Kai, is he mad at me?" aura asked softly while wiping away one spot of her falling tears.

"He just misunderstood, Aura. He was also surprised because suddenly you are here, later you just explain the truth, he must understand," said Kaivan trying to calm the girl's heart that seemed worried.

In the Willson Corp CEO's room, talks about the business flowed smoothly without a hitch, precipitating all the uncomfortable events that graced the first meeting of Damaresh and Sean. Naila herself was amazed by the attitude of Damaresh who soon got himself back after having just burned emotions even related to Sean Willson himself, who is currently sitting in front of the two as a true partner.

After talks about the business reached a conclusion, Damaresh and Naila were preparing to leave, but Sean held back with his remarks to Damaresh.

"It seems I need to decipher the misunderstanding you saw just now, Damaresh,"

Damaresh immediately abandoned his intention to leave his chair to hear that.

"What do you want to say?" he greeted Sean with a question.

"I was just accidentally bumping-how did I call it-your woman?" sean asked confused because he did not know what relationship his business partner was with the hijab woman.

"She's my halal woman" said Damaresh firmly.

Naila immediately turned her head to Damaresh, her shocked gaze unable to be hidden anymore. He was still staring for a while.

"Gee!" and the astonished reaction was seen from Sean. Although she adheres to a different understanding with Damaresh, but for the term halal women, it is not a case

stranger to him. "That's it. I accidentally hit him and touched his head because I saw he was in so much pain, but he refused my touch" Sean said with a smile.

Damaresh silently listened, he felt like there was nothing to doubt from Sean's description.

"We're like 11-12, Damaresh, or even 12-13."

sean said again, twitching his shoulders.

"There is a new term apparently" said Damaresh.

"We have both raised a queen to reign in the heart, treat her more than anything, we will tend not to want the slightest bad thing to happen to her, which sometimes for that we experience misunderstandings." said Sean like a wise man who was giving his advice. Either he said it purely to remind Damaresh, or he was telling himself.

"You're just luckier than me" Sean continued.

"Why?"

"You're a pussy on your halal woman, and I might soon be left out of wedlock by the woman of my dreams" Sean said, linking his ten fingers to her stomach, and his body moved left-right following the motion of his swivel chair, which indicates that he was very uncomfortable with what he was telling.

"And you just let that go, Sean?" tanya Damaresh.

"It seems like it's karma that I have to accept, because I've done a lot of wrong to him" Sean said with a heavy sigh.

"It seems like a too fatal mistake" Damaresh guessed.

"Yes" Sean nodded.

"Hopefully you got a miracle, Sean,"

"I hope so, too, Aresh. If I can get that miracle, I can take it to the wedding altar, I'll fly to Jakarta to see you soon" Sean said excitedly.

"I wait for that, Sean," Damaresh pulled the corner of his lips and continued his intention to stand up from his seat. "Thank you, Sean for everything," he shook Sean's hand, nodding in agreement.

Damaresh immediately came out of the room followed by Naila Anggara who had transformed into a mute girl from earlier, from the sentence halal woman pinned by Damaresh to a woman named Aura.