Unanimous

SEASON II: EPS 18

Wiya set her breath. Patience...Patience.he must be patient. He tried to guess for himself the motive of Vela's sentence just now. Why did their discussion get to this painful topic.

"Yes, Mr. Zayn Dwika Haris!" she said bitterly.

"Yes, no more wrong. That's my husband's name. But why do you like it?"

"Oh, come! you must know I'm not the only one who likes Mr. Zayn,"

"Yes, I know, but I'm disappointed that you dared to reveal it to me,"

"At least I didn't cheat, I revealed it to you directly. I didn't stab you in the back. I didn't cheat on you," Vela began to issue justification sentences that she had designed before.

"How far is your relationship with my husband?" wiya said in a slightly high tone. A little more he almost got emotional.

"I told you, I didn't cheat you Wiya. I'm in your husband's eyes only a worker. Never more. I don't know when this feeling existed. I know this can't be justified, but I'm telling the truth. I put my heart on Mr. Zayn, your husband," Vela said.

There was at least some relief in Wiya's heart. Her guess was wrong, her husband was still loyal to her. Vela says Zayn never considered it. Wiya's heart softened again.

"Why don't you just tell him yourself? you meet almost every day,"

"Delivering my feelings? Just seeing me, Mr. Zayn won't. That's why I met you."

"Hey, then you wish I could do what?"

"Doing what a fellow woman should understand,"

"Share your husband? Sorry Vela, here I tell you," Wiya moved to sit next to Vela and held Vela's shoulder draining courage from her inside. Even though his heart felt like it was being squeezed from the Vela calamity, there was at least still some kindness that could be remembered from this poor girl.

"If I have many shortcomings, I will always cover my shortcomings and carry out my duties well. For you to know, my husband isn't that perfect. Only I know the shortcomings. If I told you, you might not even want to work for his company anymore. Although our religion allows this to even reward heaven for a wife who is passionate, but my husband knows, I do not have that much love. I don't want to, never want to let go of my husband," Wiya said as she looked into Vela's eyes.

"Miss Ravela Gisha, don't ever think about taking mine, or anyone's. Look at you, you're too tall to do anything this low,"

the sentence was quite long which could plunge into the small recesses within Vela's heart. Moreover, Wiya spoke while looking into his eyes. A very appreciative look and no exclusion at all. Not angry eyes, especially hate. Vela was embarrassed to return that look. He regretted how he could think of competing with a woman this loud.

There was nothing I could do but cry. He regretted ever thinking of hitching a ride on Wiya's happiness. Seeing the tears, Wiya stretched out a piece of tissue to Vela.

"Oh, don't cry. You do not deserve to take away the happiness of others. You are a source of happiness for many people. Look, you're very useful to the Vela crowd. You are beautiful, I hardly find any reproach from the outside. What are you looking for from my husband? Aren't you in your company a lot of handsome men who are virgins?" Wiya asked while smiling melted the atmosphere. He knows Vela's not that bad.

"I want to marry someone who can guide me to live a better life, a devout youth" Vela said.

"Searching for a soleh man you mean?"

"Hopefully," said Vela.

"You'll get it soon!"

Wiya hugs Vela and convinces the girl to forget her feelings for her husband.

"I'm sorry Wiya,"

"I forgive you. You are too pretty to be my honey" Seloroh Wiya wiped the tears that were still on Vela's cheek.

"For God's sake forgive me, I'll get out of your lives if you want,"

"That's not necessary, I believe in you. Especially to my husband. After this work well. I'm not going to tell this to your boss, but remember that if you break your promise it's the same as if you chose to humble yourself,"

"My break time is up, I need to get back to the office immediately" Vela rubbed her face and confirmed her messy hair.

Wiya stood up to deliver Vela. Suddenly Zayn came from the direction of the living room and shocked the two of them, especially Vela.

"Ehm, yes you are right Miss Vela, the office driver is waiting for you in front," Zayn said as he walked around Wiya's waist sweetly.

"So I came here by taxi sir," Vela was surprised and wished Zayn had not seen the water on his face.

"You have to go back to the office, right?" ask Zayn rhetorically.

Wiya suspected, Zayn must have heard all his conversations with Vela.

"Yes Vela, you should go back to the same office as the driver. Pretty frugal,"

"Well then excuse me, good day."

Vela approached Zayn's car, which was driven by Mr. Taufik, their company driver. As usual Vela was often sitting next to Mr. Taufik because Mr. Taufik was a cool enough person to be invited to talk throughout the trip.

But there are different, usually Mr. Taufik swiftly opened the door for Vela. Vela waited a few minutes but Mr. Taufik did not come down to open the door. Even the car's glass is still closed. Although a little strange, Vela opened the car door herself and immediately sat down next to the driver's seat.

"God! you who? Uh, I didn't get the wrong car, did I?" Vela was surprised to see the driver next to her. He thought it was wrong to get in the car, but there was no way it was the only car in front of Zayn's house. And it was indeed the Boss' car.

Vela tried to reopen the door but it was locked.

"Open up, get me down. Don't fuck around, I can scream here!" threaten Vela's. Although there was no scary look from the man next to him, but Vela was really scared.

"Sorry.sorry Miss, be patient..patient!"

"Who are you? where's Mr Taufik?"

"Na..My name is Soleh Nona, Solehudin his sister Pak Taufik. Earlier Mr. Zayn called he said Mr. Zayn, his wife again nyari male Soleh, so. My name is Soleh Miss, Miss again looking for me? What if I could know?" said the man named Soleh innocently.

"Yes, but it's not necessary that Solehudin is also his name, Huaaa. I take Antarin to the front end. I'm looking for a taxi from there!" Vela covered her face with both palms.

I'm done, Mr. Zayn must have listened to my talk earlier. And this solehudin must be his messenger. Hua...

"No Miss, I will take Miss to the destination, Miss will be safe together solemnly," he said confidently.

While from behind the window, a couple listened to the debate from inside the car. Zayn smiled nosily triumphantly.

"Your mother!"

"No dear, really good, not bad anyway,"

"Truly mas?"

"Yes, look at the picture!"

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Consider this a photo of Babang driver Soleh handsome yes 😅 If Mba Vela does not want to be delivered ama Bang Soleh. The eNKa Deck will be taken anywhere. My chauffeur Bang Solehudin.