Not the Son of the Prostitute

Gathering

"Mutia ...?" The girl halted her steps as the voice of one of her co-workers approached. The girl named Nina hugged the paper bag in hand and directly thrust towards the girl.

"This is Mr. Haidar's takeover."

The brown paper bag Mutia received with a confused face. He had no idea what the man meant.

"This what?"

The girl in front there is twisting new don't know. I don't know, maybe that's the answer.

Mutia was forced to bring the item and immediately stepped into the employee-only elevator to get to her room immediately.

"What stuff I put on Nia have you accepted?" It turned out that Haidar was sitting and struggling on a pile of work on the table. Mutia immediately stopped another step, turned towards the man and handed Nina's paper bag.

"This, Sir."

"Why did you give it to me?"

The girl in front there was confused herself. "Then, what should I do, sir?" Because actually Mutia also did not know what the contents of the paperbag in her hand were.

"for you. Wear immediately!" the man's orders.

"Yes?" The girl blinked a few times staring at the beautiful dress in her hand. The milk-brown dress is very compatible with her white skin warrants.

"Quick wear, why even dumbass!" Haidar's voice jolted the girl's daydream in front of him.

"Here?" mutia asked with her face still covered in confusion.

"God ...!" Haidar could only shake his head watching the absurd behavior of his secretary. Why is it that after getting out of the hospital Mutia is so strange? Or, maybe the incident of that time made one of the nerve functions of the girl so disturbed?

"Sorry, sorry. I mean what's the change now?" Mutia asked again. Though clearly Haidar had told him to change clothes immediately.

"Good, Sir. Then I change my clothes first." The girl moved quickly to the room carrying the paperbag that Haidar had given earlier.

Half an hour passed, Haidar waited for Mutia restlessly. The man checked the clock on his wrist as his eyes occasionally glanced there, toward the door of the bathroom that never opened.

Haidar had already tried to knock him several times, but the girl's answer was still the same, "Shortly, Sir." Until Haidar was made more frustrated waiting for him.

"A minute, a minute. But for an hour the girl had not come out.

"Mutia, hey ....!"

Chequek, czech,

The bathroom door opened along with the exit of a beautiful girl from inside. Mutia stepped slowly offsetting her body that was not used to using high hell. The girl was nervous as the male gaze stared at her current appearance.

"Sir, is my appearance neat?" mutia asked while showing her new appearance.

"You look ... beautiful!" The words escaped from Haidar's lips. Until not realizing that since then his gaze was still fixated on the appearance of the girl.

"Does the middle master praise me? Yes, I am beautiful!" mutia said a little confidently. The girl slightly twisted her body right in front of Haidar.

"I mean her dress is pretty."

The girl up ahead snorted dislikes. Though it was clear that the man had been staring at him without blinking. But still evasive and do not want to admit it.

"Don't forget the file I asked for, you've prepared everything, right?"

The girl nodded. Walk in tandem into the elevator that will take the two to the ground floor.

"Have Haidar left yet?" Arya asks a girl she accidentally met in front of the room.

"Mr Arya?" Nina who caught the big boss was in a hurry to look at him in confusion. Isn't the boss having a business meeting today? And, reportedly from the Pratama Group became its main guest.

"Already, sir, just left."

"Ah, thank goodness." A relieved face from the man. Arya was very happy because the first time Haidar wanted to come at a meeting like this. Usually the man always refused and many reasons whenever asked the father to come to represent him.

"Nina, who did Haidar go with?" ask the man back. That shouldn't be questioned. Definitely with his secretary.

"With Mutia, sir."

"Mutia?" Arya was a little surprised. It was supposed to be with that girl, right?

"Are you coming too?" Arya never passed this opportunity. For him, meetings like this can be a great opportunity to introduce his business to grow.

"Yes, I'm coming. You're coming!"

"Eh, me?"

"Yes, you get ready, I'm waiting in the lobby!" The man is seen stepping away and directly into the elevator. While Nina was still glued to where she stood.

"What's? I'm comin?" Nina stared at her own appearance wearing office clothes. How can you come to a meeting without any preparation?

In a sudden worry situation the mobile phone that Nina was holding sounded. The girl immediately looked deathly when she saw who was contacting her.

[Where are you? Why haven't you arrived yet?] Aryan's voice was heard from across there. Nina was nervous herself. He really wanted to refuse the man's request.

[Quick, Nina. We're almost too late!] As Arya's voice rang out again, Nina hurriedly stepped up. He had to follow what Arya's request.

[Good, Sir.]

*

The hotel ballroom has been decorated in such a way by the hands of experts who are deliberately rented by the event organizers. Invitational guests are also seen starting to arrive. Some of them are in pairs and some come with their close relatives.

Arya steps in after putting the car in a special VVIP invitation parking lot. After Nina behind him, it seems that the girl can develop a confident smile because Arya had taken her first to the boutique to change her clothes.

As the main guest, of course, Arya was greeted with great respect. Passing through the two guests, the man walked towards the other invited guests.

"Nina, you just wait at one of the tables because I'm going to meet some other business associates first!" Arya's orders were instantly nodding back by the girl.

"Good, Sir."

Arya continued her steps towards the group of men who were talking very coolly. They introduce each other's business. Some offered deals, as well as others had casual chats around his family.

From the main door, guests who have just entered. A handsome man and a beautiful girl walked hand in hand very harmoniously. The girl seemed to throw a smile at everyone she was paired with. While the man just put on an ordinary face as if he did not care about anyone in the room.

The whispers were heard, the invited guests were talking to each other about who the newly arrived couple was. Praise and question who they are.

"It's so pretty, who is she? I've never seen it before?"

"Who is that man? Representatives of which company?"

"Ah .. if I were the woman's partner."