The Secret Match of the Great Lord

Mama

Riyan went home to his own apartment after he left Deni's car keys at the cashier of the restaurant, he went home using a taxi he ordered online, of course no one recognized him.

Before entering the restaurant he entered first to the clothes shop there, he chose a set of casual clothes that can be said not worth wearing for people in his class.

But what matters is that she wants to wear it so no one knows who she is.

She went inside her apartment, put all the belongings on the floor and laid her body on the sofa while raising her head up.

Riyan recalled what happened between her and her Assistant, their first fight was very beautiful.

Nayla is with her who is, as if free to be herself, which others do not necessarily know of her attitude like that.

Riyan smiled as she looked at the sad face Nayla was asking about,

'Will it be later when you get married that you will also keep asking for food from my hands while you are busy boss?'

That word was the one that had been blurting in his mind, Nayla did not know if the woman who made him feel jealous was herself.

Riyan is still secretive about the feelings she has on her Assistant, not yet when she finds out about all of it. Riyan was also making sure that her Assistant also had the same taste as her.

Now he can conclude that his love for the woman does not clap one hand, his love is in tandem even though both of them still close their feelings together.

Riyan does not realize that she is too late in her wishful thinking until she sleeps on the sofa without cleaning herself first.

I don't know how long he slept there, in fact his body was too tired, his work as if there was no end of it was so time consuming that he had.

Apparently his deep sleep was to be disturbed by the vibration of the phone in his pants pocket, with his eyes still closed he immediately answered the call.

"Where are you, Riyan, have you forgotten your way home?" nagging the woman who contacted him.

Riyan squealed his brows that was his Mama's voice, he immediately opened his eyes and looked around his dark surroundings, at the sight of the phone that was in his ear, yabg, and it turns out time has shown ten o'clock at night.

'I fell asleep for almost five hours'. her inner

"You heard Mama's not Riyan, where are you, why don't you go home?"

"Yes Ma, I came home from a meeting directly here the distance is closer to my apartment"

"Have you not been home for two days have you forgotten Mama?"

"Tomorrow I'll go home, now I'll take a shower!"

"Promise tomorrow to come home, if you don't come to the office!"

"Yes yes, I'll be home tomorrow!" break up

"Have you eaten?"

"Not later!"

"Ready commander!" the call and the call were cut off.

Riyan checked the green app and also his email he missed the usual message written by his personal assistant.

'Don't you miss me Nay'

Riyan had to swallow the disappointment because he did not find a single message from his Assistant, at least if not about his personal problems there should be a report that he sent about the results of the meeting earlier.

But hope remained hope, there was no incoming message from his Assistant, he walked to the bathroom, his body felt sticky, he had also ordered his dinner too lazy if he had to go out late at night.

The bell rang along with her who had finished her bathing event, she immediately opened the door still using a towel that covered her lower body.

Put the food on the dining table, Riyan went back into the room to wear his shirt, white shirt sleeveless in a pair with green shorts became his choice.

Her hair was left alone, out of her room she headed for the kitchen and sat at the dinner table, opening the food she had ordered, the smell of the cooking just came out in the sense of smell evoked his hunger.

Without waiting any longer for Riyan to devour the food, his stomach was really hungry at this time, he had only eaten a little before his debate with Nayla.

Nayla???

Riyan was silent as he remembered the name, even after he came out of the room he was no longer in contact with the woman.

What is now being done by women who always disturb his inner calm is a woman who has always been the benchmark of his success, the woman who accompanied him when he pioneered his career replacing his parents.

Oh Nayla what are you doing now,

I'm crazy to think of you.

Riyan ruffled her hair, she was frustrated with the current state, since she had tried to control herself not to contact her female idol who was concurrently as her personal assistant.

Riyan realized she had fallen too deep on her Assistant's charms, eight years was not a short time to cultivate a sense of love between them, it was true that right now Riyan wanted to go to her apartment without caring about anything else.

She couldn't help but feel her longing so intense, but what was the reason she went there wasn't that she was angry at the moment, then he had to answer what when Nayla asked about the arrival that was already very late.

Work business yes that's the reason he will use later, but wait it's eleven nights Riyan, hey realize this is not working hours anymore, but wait for this is already eleven nights Riyan, it would be ridiculous if you did that.

Come on, you are a smart man, do not drop your pride as the CEO of a company that is very reluctant, but this is a matter of the heart so there is no harm in doing it.

Doing something for a woman who is loved is not wrong, it makes sense or not.

Riyan was still pensive at the dinner table, the food he had eaten was lying just like that, his appetite was lost when he remembered Nayla earlier.

'What should I do, I really want to see you' he muttered while propping up his chin with his left hand and one hand was seen tapping on the dining table using both fingers.

'i'm crazy because of you Nay'

Ting,,,,,, uh,,,,,