The Best Choice

Ardana.

"Who is this woman?" ardana asked Amara, his personal assistant as he was reading a business article reporting on the development of the Sastrawinata family business.

Samira's face was clearly visible on the site when he joined the laying of the first stone last afternoon.

"Is he Aslan's new boyfriend?" ardana examined Samira's appearance, her eyebrows twitching like she was thinking of something heavy. "There's no way Aslan tastes like this, is he getting a new toy?" he continued while putting the tablet.

The nature of Ardana Kumat. Suddenly he lifted his body from the edge of the table.

"Find an identity about this woman. I think it would be fun if this woman could play me!"

Amara took off her glasses, the girl complained deeply.

"Do not exceed the limits. I'm missing your blacklist if I have to deal with the law!" he warned, "you remember, you're a recidivist."

Ardana exhaled a long, hard breath as she approached Amara.

"It's a game of love, not a game of dealing with the law, Amara. Just relax, finish your job!" he said as he touched Amara's chin, "You jealous?"

Ardana Persada Michael Sastrawinata's. The young man who continued his grandfather's business was just like Aslan. Both are single, and once involved in a love triangle that ended in hostility with his own twin brother, Aslan Persada Michael Sastrawinata.

Aslan and Ardana the twins are separated after their parents divorce. No one came with them after they were both adults.

Amara snorted while turning her face away. "I'm not jealous, I'm jealous again, just until when you're with Aslan fighting, Ar. You're not sissies, are you?"

Ardana's mouth immediately silenced Amara's mouth, biting the girl's lower lip until it was red.

"Your job here is just work and answering my questions, not protests!" Ardana's hands were pinning Amara's face, down her neck, the girl was gulping down the caress of the two-faced jerk.

"Say you're jealous!" insist Ardana, "You love me don't you?"

Amara took off her glasses, put the glasses on the table, minus eyes that can make Ardana's charm blurry still does not make her blind.

"Yes I'm jealous, why are you looking for that veiled woman who went to the ground! Is that your taste, Ar?"

Ardana held Amara's wrist after the woman stroked her chest and removed the belt hook.

"Not now, take care of your job!" Ardana turned around, re-attaching her belt even though in her trousers now felt tight.

***

Abah closed the morning paper he had just read on the porch. See the longest picture of his daughter on the big company business page with the men in the tie.

"Samira," call Abah while putting his newspaper on the table.

Samira straightened up after engrossing the courtyard with a broomstick.

"Yes, Bah. What's up?" ask her while approaching. Today he entered at nine in the morning, after yesterday overtime at the office with Aslan.

"Aren't you cleaning service, just now Abah saw you were on the project site?" search Abah with an anxious heart.

Samira grimaced with anxiety as she tightened her hand at the broomstick.

Must have been everywhere. Embarrassed if until Abah knew I fell yesterday, nyusruk again.

"Um..," Samira put her broom against the wall, "on Thursday I was appointed as a personal assistant, Bah! So, I have to be next to the big boss during work." replied Samira honestly.

"So angry?" Samira untied her hijab behind the nape. "Samira's sorry hasn't told me yet, Sam's learning from yesterday."

Mustofa Amirudin shook his head. More anxiety that he feels at this time because Samira is just a home girl who has not tasted the bittersweet life in the company. As a father and having to replace his wife, Mustofa does not want his daughter to be in big trouble.

"Change don't get angry, Samira. It's just that Abah is curious, is your big boss married? Are you being treated well?"

Samira was speechless, not knowing what to answer because he himself did not know Aslan's personal affairs. Abah could immediately realize the confusion of his long-thinking daughter.

"If your boss already has a wife, doesn't his wife suspect he has a girl's personal assistant?"

Samira quickly sniffed his shoulders.

"I didn't think that far, Bah! I'll ask Aslan. It's just too personal Abah, Sam is not good" he said with an interested face, in fact he was also curious about Aslan's status. If Aslan had been a husband, he would have chosen to resign as his personal assistant.

"It is afraid that you will be looked at by your neighbors if they know you are the personal assistant of a married man, Samira. Kasian later Abah's beautiful child is not easy to mate!"

Abah pinned a smile when Samira who mumbled was upset.

"How not to be a mate, Abah alone is more fierce than the security guard!" his protest. "Samira's grown up, Abah. Not a teenager anymore."

"Amak will be angry if Abah does not take good care of his beloved daughter!" sahut Mustofa's.

"Amak will also be angry if his beautiful daughter does not marry!" youh Samira pouted.

Mustofa was amused. "Abah's son wants to marry? Where's the candidate?" He pretended to be in a daze, consciously Abah actually caught someone who was aware of it and stopped not far from their home.

"Sam, be careful with your surroundings!" abah said as he moved. His face is tense.

"What's up, Bah? It's still morning, there won't be a burglar." said Samira following Abah to the gate of the house. Abah.

"Your face is now widely seen by people. It's in the paper. Abah's afraid you've been kidnapped, Samira. Abah is worried." As if the intuition of a father, Mustofa is suspicious of people who are secretly stalking their home.

Samira laughed. "We should be husnuzzan against others, isn't that what Abah taught me not to think badly of others?"

Abah stroked his chest while saying the word istighfar.

"Saking worried about Abah with you, Sam. You're the only one Abah has now after Amak's gone."

"Yes Samira knows, only who would dare to kidnap me? People are afraid first of Abah."

Abah and Samira went into the house. Samira continued to clean the house. Abah again grabbed the newspaper on the table, started looking around for cctv installation information.

"Sam, make sure you ask for life insurance from the company you work for, Sam! Just in case!" mustofa.

Samira grimaced amusedly, collecting fallen leaves and aging in one place.

"Why, Bah?" his question was astonished, could-can Aslan immediately laugh at him if he asked for it.

"The son of Abah is famous for it."

A laugh came out of Samira's mouth.

Famous what, Bah. I was just forced to be a big company aspri so follow the famous ketangsangan. How do you know my people are depressed about cooperation, Mr. Aslan. I'm maksa, sok-sokan master again. Substantial.