Rosie Sanders!

Cunning Plan II_I'm not Sanders!

Mila came in with a small paper bag with a hospital logo on her hand. Before handing over the medicine, he could feel the air in the room gripping a little.

"Ah, you're back Mila. I was worried that you might have misinterpreted the rules, so I decided to pass them on directly. All right, I'll go. You can go home to Mila too. The director's gonna need some time alone, isn't he the director?" Resy threw away his gaze, Andin's sentence was more like a mockery sentence in his ear.

"True, you go home. Tomorrow please tidy up my private room in the back, there are my wet clothes in the basket. Take it to the laundry tomorrow morning."

"Okay doc, tomorrow morning I go down faster. Then excuse me first." Mila closed the door to Resy's room.

"Remember Resy, if someone is affected by the drug. Never involve Mila. That poor girl doesn't deserve your shield. It's enough poor Mishy, who you always make a wall to protect you from any problems. Nathan is back, and you're gonna marry another man. If one of them is the target of the curse drug, then think back. Nathan has a heart that is not that strong, to receive a beat that exceeds his heart health endurance capacity. Or you'll just take her to the afterlife sooner."

After saying a long sentence of absolute warning, Andin came out of the room with a long prayer. Hopefully Resy does not do reckless things that will hurt the physical as well as the hearts of others.

While inside the room, Resy stared at the medicinal strip in her hand. One more thing he has to do. And that will define his life line going forward. Just a step away, then all of her had been in the grasp of her hands.

Resy smirked in satisfaction with a face full of cunning. Truly, the fruit can never move on far from its tree. Although there were those capable of rolling far away, it was only a pinch.

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The hero stared at the portrait of a woman who nearly this month messed up her mind performance. Either God's destiny, or the universe is siding with him. Exactly one month ago, he learned one amazingly shocking fact. Unexpectedly, really Wira wants to hole her own head so stupid all this time. Two years! Two years into a relationship in hopes of paying off a life debt, which he borrowed from someone he considers an angel.

In fact, he's been in the club raw. Whether for what purpose Resy did it, Wira really did not intend to just ask. His heart felt bland for a moment, the foundation he had built so hard that it was solid now collapsed formless.

One month later, Wira tried to get closer to the real angel. But baby, like he's a little late.

Now the Hero understands the meaning of unusual beatings when passing by, or accidentally meet with the goddess of help. Whenever he saw the bead that had the glare of those sharp eyes, his heart was always agitated and gurgled strangely. Now answered already.

Tok tok tok tok

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Nurma entered with her face in a perfect bend, today her work really makes her very tired. Both physical and mental.

Wira looked at the secretary with a look no less grim.

"You're upset with someone Nurmala?" ask the tortoise to eat tofu pretending not to know. Nurma did not answer, her silence had explained the answer in detail.

"Ck! just a dime job like this you immediately put an unpleasant face in view, on me. I'm your boss, you should be happy that you got orders directly from me. It's kind of a tribute to me for your dedication as a deft and professional secretary." Cerocos Wira looked at Nurma who was still trembling.

"This I've done all, if there is still less or there are some parts experiencing typo. Please understand, the computer can error what else I. My brain capacity has been divided into several parts. The burden of my life has been very much, and the father adds to it again with the work that should be the responsibility of the father. I don't think if I could, I manipulated all the financial data of the company. If you're upset you can do anything, including putting insect venom into the drinks you drink, maybe." Nurma said casually. The woman exposed the contents of her heart that piece that day, seemed to be forced to work like a horse.

The woman gulped down a coarse spit, staring at the empty coffee cup on her desk. His eyes glanced at Nurma who seemed ordinary after issuing a sentence of strangling her neck.

"Kan, I said it could be, maybe or maybe. The name of the heart of the person who knows, in front of the other when turning 30 degrees to the left, is different again. Life is a mystery sir, no one can guess the future. It's possible that you planned a wedding with Miss Resy, but married her cousin. Everything could have happened. That's just the mark. Don't think about what else makes it a benchmark."

The hero is sculpting, trying to digest long sentences full of meaning. Tucked the intent of the sentence one paragraph spoken by the secretary.

"Why are you talking so slack? you're sleep deprived? Get out there and order your favorite coffee latte from the Rose restaurant, put it on my bill." Tell the heroes to try to shift the topic of their conversation. Wira really felt devastated, and for some reason, she was so sure that Nurma was talking about herself. Hopefully he's just a Ge_eR.

"I said just a swoop, sir. Why do you look so serious about responding to him? do you have any plans to turn a quarter of the way before the wedding?" Checkmate! The dead woman ticks, her secretary's mouth long ago must be reparation to the tailor. Too loud and unsettling.

"Your mouth, Nurmala!" furious with an emphasis-filled voice.

As usual, Nurma looked indifferent. His skillful hands arranged the files on the Hero's table based on the order and description of their individual needs.

"Do you want me to order lunch? or have lunch with Miss Resy, considering the wedding day is just flashing again." Wira took a deep breath, Nurma always knew how to make her quickly move to another realm.

"I had lunch at the office as usual, with you. I want to pour a little bit of my heart on you, and I'm sure you understand which solution I should choose." Nurma stopped her hand movements. There is an uncomfortable feeling when hearing a sentence full of meaning of the superior. But Nurma's unseen flat expression was packing something.

"Alright sir, it means that today my lover will have lunch alone again. Though the payday is still long, if you often eat out as cheap as anything. Long time can bankrupt as well." I don't know where the woman's words are, Wira knows what she's going to do. Like some kind of inner contact, the Hero seems to understand whatever his secretary says. Although only a rough guess, but never misses far.

Nurma is in need of an immune injection to borrow her time. Basic secretary matre and cunning inner Wira swearing annoyed. But Nurma can be relied on in all matters of work and others. That is why the role of Nurma is so important in the life of a Wira Artakusuma.

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Nurma reached into the pocket of her blouse shirt, her smile expanding like a flower blooming in the morning that had just been watering manure.

"Father has always been this good, that's why I never had the heart to let you face hard work alone. Thank you very much Mr. Wira, may your windfall be launched like flowing water to far away. Close to the right soul mate and live happily. Amin 2022 times." said Nurma with a thread of prayer that sounds so sincere.

Ordinary Wira will thieve the sentence of the face seeker's curse, but different this time. The woman quickly agreed with the secretary's words. Although only in his heart of course, who would want to be the material of the monthly sharp-mouthed women like Nurma.

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