The Seduced Teaser
Resigns
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After his wife died, Delfin preferred to return to his room to clean up. There was no point chasing after an emotional Cia. Delfin was well understood, if Cia was angry he would definitely go home to his grandfather's house or stay at the boutique. Delfin thought, would catch up with his wife later after Cia's anger subsided.
Elsewhere, an angry Cia takes her car to the boutique. Initially, he was going to Pram's grandfather's house, but Cia soon realized that it would complicate matters. Because, Cia has memorized the habits of her grandfather. He would definitely blame Cia for his choice first.
After an hour's drive, Cia finally arrived at the boutique. The woman rushed into a minimalist building that looked beautiful.
“Good night, Mom. Is there something left behind?” ask a girl standing in front of the cashier.
“Oh, no. I want to be late in my room. Please continue again!” cia replied with a smile. He immediately stepped up the stairs to his room. Cia's room is very large. Inside were bedrooms and bathrooms, though not as spacious as in her home. Cia threw her body on the sofa, her mind was completely muddled since she received a photo of Delfin with Ziya.
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Delfin came out of the bathroom after showering and changing clothes. He was going to pick up Cia. “Bik, front door locked only, yes. I've got a spare key. Don't know what time it'll be home!” Delfin shouted in the dining room, looking towards the housekeeper who was in the kitchen.
“Good, sir,” replied the middle-aged woman respectfully.
Delfin's main destination is the boutique. It was already dark, even though the crowd of the capital never stopped. Delfin drove slowly in a row of snaking cars. Delfin arrived at his wife's boutique parking lot when the boutique was close. He was glad to see his wife's car there.
“Night, Mas Delfin. Want to pick up Miss Cia, huh?” greet Pak Sarto—satpam who served in Cia boutique.
“Iya, Sir. Cia said a lot of work and tonight seems to be going overtime. I want to nemenin wife overtime, sir,” replied Delfin while joking.
“Wah, Mas Delfin is indeed the husband of the best.” Mr. Sarto raised both his thumbs towards Delfin with a smile. “In the middle of his busyness is still a time to make nemenin beloved wife.”
Delfin also smiled, “I go in first, yes, sir.” Delfin entered the room that was almost closed. “Mbak, ntar locked only. Looks like Bu Cia wants overtime,” the message to some boutique employees.
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Ziya stretched his shoulder muscles. After Delfin's departure, Ziya immediately contacted the ad to convey some things that made Delfin objection. Ziya asked for some scenes to be revised as per Delfin's request. After going through a tough debate, Ziya was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. The first party was willing to revise and at that time Ziya was waiting for his repair email to be sent. Ziya must act quickly so that Delfin can tomorrow learn his contract agreement.
Tonight Ziya is staying at Delfin's studio. Completed all the affairs of the advertising contract that they live in the next few weeks. Ziya thought, honey if the contract is worth that fantastic until it drifts.
“Mbak Zi did not come home? It's late, loh.” It was good to suddenly stand at the door. Her focus on work left Ziya unaware of Bagus' presence.
“It looks like I'm here, Mas. I want to finish this file. Mas Delfin is not here either. So it's not papa, right, if I go here?” tanya Ziya looked at Bagus who was just staring at the door.
“Yes, no papa, ma'am. Don't forget the door to the room in the lock. Afraid there's something!” good Suggestion.
“There's something? What does that mean, yes, Mas?” Ziya scrunched his forehead trying to understand the sentence Good said.
“Eh, nothing. I went down, yeah, Mommy. If there's anything Maak Zi needs, just scream. I'm definitely coming.” Good passed without waiting for Ziya's reply.
“Based on a freak,” grumbled Ziya as he rose from his chair. He immediately locked the door of the room according to Good's advice. After Ziya's contract file was finished printing, the girl immediately tidied up the table and the room she occupied. I don't think time has shown at one in the morning. Ziya laid himself down on the sofa and immediately fell asleep.
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“Neventless. If you're tired, yeah, just sleep! Who told you to come here?” ketus Cia's.
“I don't want you to be sick. What would Grandpa say if you got sick overtime at the boutique? Surely he will be angry, assuming I am not good at supporting you. Please, dear Cia. Rest, yes!” Delfin knelt beside the chair that Cia was sitting on. He held his wife's left hand and kissed her.
Inwardly, Cia confirmed the word Delfin. Grandpa Pram would be angry if he got sick because of work. And Cia already knew what would happen next. Pram's grandfather will ask Cia to leave Delfin.
Cia turned off the laptop. Turning the chair until it faced Delfin who was still kneeling. “You fired the girl, right?”
Delfin was silent for a moment. He thought, maybe for now it is better that he relented so that his beloved wife would immediately rest. “Will I think back, Honey. But after this contract is done, yes. Please trust me. I can't play with other women. Just you, this time and forever.”
Though dissatisfied at Delfin's reply, Cia smiled and was flattered by Delfin's last words. The girl finally forgot for a moment the incident that made her angry. In fact, the longing he had endured all this time was greater than his anger. And Cia wants to treat her longing for her husband who is getting busy with her gig schedule. After this, I don't know when else they have the opportunity to be alone like now.
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“Zi, we meet directly at the management office, yes. I went straight there,” Delfin said through his phone. He looked at the beautiful face of his wife who was still asleep. His face full of love. “You're not supposed to work hard like this, honey. Patience, yes. Soon I will make you queen, I will not let you work hard.” Delfin kissed his wife's forehead and lips briefly before leaving for his management office.
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“Again, Sir. This is a revised ad contract file. Please learn again, there may still be less in accordance with the wishes of Mr.” Ziya handed me the file he was working on last night.
Delfin accepted it and relearned. Not long after, he smiled. “This fast, Zi?” Delfin looked satisfied, his smile really made Ziya's heart race faster. Moreover, this morning Delfin looks fresher than yesterday when he left the studio. Truly enjoying the creation of God so perfect is a joy in itself for Ziya.
“Zi!” exclaimed Delfin who saw Ziya dumbstruck in front of him.
“Eh, sorry, Sir. I was even daydreaming. Maybe because last night I stayed up late to solve this problem with the first party. So I'm a little out of focus.” Ziya tried to cover up the turbulent feelings in his heart. He hoped that Delfin would not notice.
“So last night you discussed all this?” Delfin did not believe it.
“Iya, Sir,” Ziya replied.
“You are always reliable, Zi. It's lucky I got a manager like you.” Delfin took a breath before he continued his sentence. “Excuse Cia, yes, Zi. I didn't know he was coming for you. In this case, I was wrong. I ignored Cia too much. Again please forgive my wife, yes?”
Hearing the words ‘my wife’ there is a pain piercing Ziya's heart. A simple word that strongly confirms the distance between them. “No pa-pa, Sir. It's only natural that Ms. Cia does that. I also apologize for making your relationship with Ms. Cia so that way. I'm aware of my position, that's my reason why last night I finished the file overtime. I do not want this contract to be out of your hands, but it also does not harm Mr. Delfin. I want everything resolved before I ...” Ziya stopped his remark, glancing towards Delfin who was focusing on his laptop.
“What's up, Zi? Why not continue?” Delfin looked at Ziya as the girl fell silent. His forehead wrinkled at Ziya's uncharacteristic gurgle.
“I want to resign, Sir. I don't want to ruin Mr. Delfin's relationship with Ms. Cia.” Ziya thumped as he said that sentence. There was a great fear stored up, had Delfin agreed to his wish.
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