My madam, my poison

The new son-in-law?

Three days later.

Mr. Daniel who claimed to be a clothing export businessman was seen returning to the Fabian convection.

"Production of clothes that we will export is ready, sir," Fabian said.

"good. I am pleased with the totality of the work of this convection employee."

"So, when will the shipment be made, sir?"

"Oh, of course, immediately. After the payment is done, I will immediately contact you to send the rest of the payment" said Mr. Daniel.

"Okay, I believe in you."

"I've prepared a cargo to take the clothes to the port. My employees will take care of it."

About an hour later the preparation for the delivery of goods was completed.

"I'll call you as soon as possible. It's good to work with this convection, good afternoon." After shaking Fabian's hand, Mr. Daniel then left the place.

"How much money will we receive?" fabian asked Nesya in the room.

"Wait a minute."

Nesya looks to take a calculator and then calculate certain numbers.

"If the price per pcs of his clothes reaches five times the price of our country, and after deducting the profit share with Mr. Daniel, more or less the money we will receive more than 1 billion, he said, Sir.

Fabian commented a thin smile.

"With that money I can open a new branch convection. I'll prove that I can like you better, Zura" he said.

"Who is Zura, sir?" Nesya frowned.

"Oh, it's nobody."

"Oh yes, sir. Take us on holiday sometimes. We'll also be saturated every day struggling with work in this convection," said Nesya.

"Vacation huh? Ehm. If the payment is done, we'll all be on vacation."

"Thank you, sir. Father is understanding. I love you more and more Father." Nesya was about to wrap her hands around Fabian's waist but she held him back.

"If you want to hug look around the place," he said.

"Yesterday when I was sick you didn't hug me anyway" seduced Nesya.

"Yes, I'm going to the production first."

Fabian passed from before Nesya then headed for the production room.

Fabian announced the holiday plans to all of his employees. Of course, the happy news was welcomed by employees who reached fifty people. Not with Benny.

"What's wrong with you, Ben? It seems you are acting ordinary with the news that was just delivered by Mr. Fabian," said Alya.

"I doubt this business. You know, there are a lot of fraud cases with cooperation mode. I've reminded Mr. Fabian to rethink this business. But he seems to be tempted by a great profit."

"Hmmmm .. You're right, too, Ben. In this day and age we must be more careful and careful in cooperating with others, especially if we do not know who that person is. Yes, we pray that people who invite cooperation with this convection can really be trusted. If that person means no good, we will also be affected by the impact," said Alya.

"Hopefully."

The break time arrives.

"Where are you going?" nesya asked as Fabian flashed in front of her room.

"You're having lunch at the cafe."

"Loh, indeed the wife of the Father did not prepare supplies from home?"

"Maureen is upset with me."

"I'm sorry, sir?"

"He asked for a holiday to the island of the Gods to celebrate our eighth wedding anniversary, but I refused on the grounds that I could not leave the convection for too long."

"A truly selfish wife. After all, the holidays there are just spending money."

"I tried to explain, but he was angry and ignored me."

"So my wife is so stubborn. Why not just split up, sir? Looks like you're depressed to be her husband."

"apart? Who wants to split up?"

said someone who suddenly stood behind Fabian.

"L-M-ma?"

"So I heard your employees say the word separation. Who wants to split up?"

"Oh, no-no-no, ma'am. Maybe I heard it wrong. Tumben once Mother came here."

"Mom knows Maureen is upset with you. He must be lazy to prepare provisions.

So, I came here to bring supplies for you," said Bu Kinanti.

"Sorry, so trouble you."

Suddenly Bu Kinanti observed Nesya's face.

"What's your name?" tanyakanya.

"Nesiah, Mom."

"You're married?"

"Be-be-yet, Mom. I'm still single."

"You're a real person here?"

"No, Ma. I am from central Java."

"You're beautiful, your body is good. It's great to be an admin here."

"Thank you, Mom. Mr. Fabian chose me to fill this position."

"Oh yeah? Your choice is right, son. Where do you live, Nes?"

"In the rented house, Mom."

"Have you had lunch?"

"Be-be-yet, Mom. But I brought the provisions from home."

Bu Kinanti who started to like Nesya also walked up to his desk.

"What are you carrying?" tanyakanya.

"It's simple, Mom. Vegetable stir-fry beans and potato paste," answered Nesya while opening the lid of his lunch box.

"It's been a long time that I haven't eaten a parchment."

"Oh, if you want, please just go for me."

Nesya thrust his box at Bu Kinanti.

"This cake is delicious. You make it yourself?"

"Yes, Mom. I always cook my own stuff."

"It's beautiful, smart, good at cooking anyway. This is how a woman should be Bian's wife. Unlike the dissident and stubborn one," murmured bu Kinanti.

"If you don't mind, come to my house on Sunday. We cook together.

"Oh, yes, Mom. Sure oes. I must have come" said the girl excitedly.

"Yes, I'll excuse you. Don't forget the supplies are spent, son," said Bu Kinanti.

"Yes, Mom. I'm careful" Fabian said.

The mother also left the room.

"Looks like his mother, you're also less fond of Maureen's mother."

"Yes, that's how it is. Almost every time they argue."

"Maybe he wants to find a new son-in-law." Nesya chuckles.

"Yes, I went to my room first."

Moments later Alya is seen coming to Nesya's room.

"That was Fabian's mom, wasn't it?" tanyakanya. Nesya nodded her head in response.

"Tumben once he came here."

"The wife is Fabian again. So lazy nyiapin lunch. Miss Kinanti was the one who dropped by here. Uh, you know what, Al? Bu Kinanti invite me to cook together at his house, Sunday."

"Don't you think what I said yesterday? Don't play with fire if you're afraid of getting burned."

"Bu Kinanti herself asked. Time I refuse. By cooking I will take his heart. Soon, Fabian and his wife will be separated."

"Why don't you understand, Nes. What you're doing is wrong. As a friend I don't want anything bad to happen to you" Alya said.

"For a long time you have been destitute. This is my life, you don't have to interfere! Get out of my room now!" nesya Sentak.

"Hard-headed! I'm talking this way because I care about you, Nes."

"Get out!" Nesya forced to push the body of her good friend and then closed the door of her room.

"I don't like anyone interfering in my life!" muttered.

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