The Love of Azzalea

Chapters 13. Gossip Brings Blessings.

Love is not just a word, but

complete acceptance of the loved one and his entire past.

That day, even a year Azzalea worked as a designer, in the company. The girl sat down at her desk, staring at the open computer screen. Mind restless.

Light eyes pushy, both hands overlapping on the table. Long hair beautifully scattered behind a slender back. Pastel-colored clothes, adding to the slackness of his facial expression.

Three ACs are installed in the room, adding air energy. But it does not affect the hot gossip that is circulating, among the crowd.

A few pairs of eyes stared at Azzalea. Not a look of friendly expression as usual, but full of disdainful expressions.

"Truly, Azza's a mistress?"

A girl across from him asked the woman beside him.

The white hand of the woman next to her, paused for a while, as her fingers found the mascara she was looking for

"Gossip is circulating, so." The girl replied, while wearing mascara.

"Where is the source, where?" Curly-haired girl, follow her crush.

Mascara stopped in midair, eyes half-circumcised, staring at the girl who had just joined.

"Name gossip. The source is unclear." The answer with the face is still in front of the glass with a mini size.

"Then, ignore it! If the news is not true, we have spread slander. It's more cruel than murder." The wise girl spoke.

Three pairs of eyes, revealing a stunned expression. Red face as red as the fruit of the saga. Shame caught talking without facts.

The atsmosphere of the room changed, all the mouths locked tightly, splattered with the word panacea. Fear sins.

Naturally, the inhabitants of hell are mostly women. A mouse under the table nods its head, as if understanding something**.

The room was filled with 10 female employees. The slightest news, conjured into embers, ignited emotions.

"Certainly true. His life is full of mystery. No family ever came. Stay alone too. Life is enough."

Selena, walk over. Reawakening the gossiping desire that had just been extinguished.

"Loe, don't be so reckless! Never have I seen, Azza did the immoral." Wise woman, remind me.

Two women argue. The white-hearted girl was as white as cotton, blocking Selena's steps. Giving a warning look.

"Gue has proof. It just so happens that there's a close friend, with Azza and his family."

"Anything close, but not necessarily knowing the truth."

The wise girl repelled Selena's words. Then look at the curious faces, around him.

"I think. Everyone has the right to choose their life path. We're not allowed to do justification." The girl continued.

Some girls are lulled in Selena's incitement. Throw out his thoughts.

"But if there's proof, I believe." One of the girls is splitting.

"Gue also believes. Means all this time, Azza's been a hypocrite." Another girl chimed.

Selena smiled with satisfaction. This time, the plan went well.

Rasain, you little hick! I turned off image loe, at the office.

"Loe sure, Len?" One of the girls asked.

"So don't you believe me?" Challenge Selena to the girl.

"I mean, if there's any real evidence. We can arrange the next step, when facing Azzalea.

"Now!" Selena shows social media for a woman.

Persistence occurs. Tempted by the real evidence, which was plastered there.

At Azzalea's table, a girl with braided hair approached her.

"Loe, don't you want clarification on them?" Ask. Look at the girl, with pity.

Azzalea looked at the face of the braided girl, a faint smile expanding on her sad face.

"Using. Entar too, finished by itself."

The girl answered the unrest, the braided woman. His heart is grateful, there are always friends who strengthen his heart.

"Gue come out for a second, get some air. Stale in here."

Azzalea said goodbye, walking across the room, followed by a sneering look behind her. Go to the park behind the office.

A few slender legs, half ran up to selena, driven by curiosity that struck, see the evidence directly.

***

In an office building on the 9th floor. There was a whimper of a girl, from one of the rooms.

"Sir Dirga, please Rina. I don't want to, the village girl took Mas Adrian." Pintanya.

The man in front of him frowned, enduring the resentment in the heart. Dirga looked at his only sister.

Lina, standing in front of her desk, with a face looking miserable.

"If so, get married quickly!" His advice.

"Udah Brother. But Adrian is not ready. Wait mapan. That's the reason."

"Leave! Find the others!"

Rina was wide-eyed, hearing an answer from Dirga that did not take into account her feelings.

"Sister....."

"Stop bothering me! I want a job. We talk again tonight."

"But Kaaak..."

"Who's the girl?" Ask the man at last.

He can't dodge it anymore, his sister's request.

"Name, Azzalea. Huh!" Lina gave a piece of the photo that had been printed before.

The man who was sitting in his work chair, saw the object that was thrust at him. Instantly his emotions increased.

Damnit damnit! Why is this girl always.

Sturdy fingers took that picture, kept it in his work drawer.

"Go home! That girl, let me take care of that."

"Mmmuachh..."

Kissing her brother's puffer cheeks. Then, the slender legs stepped leaving Dirga who was still glued alone on her desk.

"Reno, you come to my room now!"

Dirga said to someone, after the phone was connected. A moment later, there was a knocking sound on the lips of his room.

"Loe take care of this woman!"

His order while giving a photo of Azzalea, as the man with a stern face stood before him.

"You want to flap, boss?"

"Loe, teach me a lesson. Give a warning, to stay away from Adrian!"

Reno nodded, then withdrew from the room. He continued his work which was delayed.

In Azka's office, the man had just walked out of the main meeting room. Step into his room. Krishna walked on his left side.

"Grandfather, the day after arriving in Jakarta, Azka." Krishna spoke, after the two sat down on the sofa.

The combination of black and brown, with some luxury furniture made of teak wood, original domestically made. Increasing the energy of the air.

"What this time, Grandpa came alone?"

"It looks like it's on its own, and it's headed straight for the villa." Krishna explained.

"Thank God, I'm not being routinely blamed, by him."

"Ha ha ha" Tetiba his personal assistant laughed.

Azka, take the man beside her. His mind began to mix with suspicion. Catching the satisfied smile of his best friend.

"Just this time, Grandpa asked, You invited the woman of your choice. To be introduced to her."

The man of Turkish blood fell silent. His mind stopped for a moment. His heart was filled with worry. This time it was a strategy that he had to do.

A beautiful face appeared in his mind. A fantasy was instantly etched into his wishful thinking. His lips smiled knotingly, but then his logic wiped them away.

"Moreover, Azzalea?" Guess Krishna. The man asked nodded his head.

"Gue doesn't know him very well yet. But my heart, it's chosen." Finally Azka, he spoke. Acknowledge his heart.

"If so, ask him to meet Grandpa." Krishna gave advice.

The handsome man fell silent, his mind was troubled.thinking of the way how to place himself, in the heart of Azzalea.

"That's the problem. I don't know how to convey it."

"Necessary help?"

"Can you?" His eyes looked at his assistant, his heart grasping a despair.

"Simple, leave it to me." Krishna patted his best friend's shoulder. Strengthen Azka's resolve.

"The guy at the restaurant yesterday. I wonder, that guy, who's Azza."

"It's just his past. Now Azzalea, it doesn't belong to anyone. Loe there's no competition."

Azka stood up from her seat. Standing on the wall of his office. Outside flamboyantly moving in the wind. Like an irregular tone formed in his heart.

"Why do I feel, that girl's hard to get to, Kris."

The eye with the brown iris turned to his assistant. A pessimistic feeling suddenly haunted him.

"Patience. It took time to make her heart believe in the presence of men."

Krishna gave his woo. He approached Azka, calling someone out there.

"Yes Krishna." A woman's soft voice sounded in her ears.

"Raina, I'm meeting you. Tonight, we'll eat together! I'm the one who's buying." Bring Krishna.

"Seriously?"

"Yup. I'll pick you up at the boutique."

"OK."

Krishna hung up on me. Looking at Azka who was looking at him.

***

While Azzalea who had returned to work, felt the change in attitude of some of her office friends.

The girl's heart remained calm, as calm as the pool water at midnight. Without wave ripples.

No no no no

The sound of footsteps approached him. Fragrant perfume scent of mind, piercing his nose. He's running his owner. The girl turned her body around, just as Selena was nearby.

"Loe knows Adrian, Azza?" The girl asked directly, with no opening words.

Azzalea nodded her head. His gaze probed the woman in front of him. Waiting for the next word that will slide from the red lips of the owner.

"Gue's a close friend, Rina, his future wife." Lips with red lipstick lit up, continuing the speech.

"Oh." The waist-haired girl, responds to just that. Making Selena growl.

"I mean, loe muchin Adrian. Don't hurt my best friend!" Selena's voice began to rise.

"Adrian and I, there's no relationship whatsoever."

Azzalea gave the answer as calmly as possible.

"Loe don't be a hypocrite."

"He was my fiance, Len. But now, we have no relationship anymore."

Azzalea gave an answer, while giving a sharp look, to Selena.

"Gue hold the greeting, loe." Said Selena, with a fierce face. Then left Azzalea.

Azzalea was only able to nod her head. His heart was beating faster, his breathing was a bit thunderous. Resisting anger.

Do I have to accept Azka's offer?

How is it with his heart? Give Azka a chance to fill your days, Azzalea. Heart sounds.

Jemari lentik took her dress, looking for one of the name contacts. Send one short message, to the name owner.

[Azka, how are you? ] A short message from Azzalea.