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Uninterested

Farzan returned to the company after dropping off Sandra—women he had met three times, and was twice given help by him. Usually Farzan will ignore someone because that's what he is, because Farzan will only care about the people he likes. However, it seems like this time it will be different.

The man was already in his room and was now sitting in his soft seat, opening the file that was on the table and ready to queue for inspection. Until Farzan's sense of hearing caught the noise outside the room, making the man's forehead wrinkled smooth because so early there was already a commotion.

Farzan also chose to stand up, to see what happened to sound noisy and disrupt his concentration. However, he had not yet moved away from the table, the door of his room opened so tightly that the door leaf hit the wall and created a deafening sound.

Secretary Farzan was standing by the door with a frightened face, looking at Farzan then the woman who was now standing in the doorway.

Farzan sighed softly, it turned out that the commotion in front of his room was caused by Grisel forcing his way in.

“Sorry, Sir. I tried to hold back, but Miss Grisel wouldn't listen,” the secretary said guiltily.

Grisel immediately squinted at Farzan's secretary who dared to prevent him from entering, before then glancing sharply at Farzan, assuming that the man must have ordered the secretary to block him in.

“It's okay, you go back to work,” Farzan replied to the secretary who was frightened, probably because of Grisel's arrogant attitude.

Grisel grabbed the edge of the door, then closed the door firmly until the object made of high-quality wood was once again hit but this time on the door frame.

Farzan closed his eyes, somehow Grisel's attitude was always like this. The woman always raises her ego and never wants to be a little patient.

“What do you want now?” tanya Farzan tried to stay calm.

Grisel walked quickly towards Farzan, without making a sound or simply answering her husband's question.

Farzan felt strange with Grisel's attitude that was just silent, usually the woman would immediately go berserk if she met him.

Without Farzan realizing it, Grisel immediately pulled his tie so strong, that it made the man's body pulled forward towards Grisel. At such a close distance, Grisel quickly grabbed Farzan's lips, linking them before wrapping both arms around the man's neck.

Farzan gasped at what Grisel was doing, he tried to take off Grisel's lip, trying to push but his efforts were futile because Grisel locked his neck so tightly.

Farzan's feet stepped back, especially as Grisel continued to lubricate his lips without pause. His waist hit the edge of the table, making him now in a squashed position.

“What is he crazy?” Farzan wondered in his heart.

Grisel went crazy, smelling without pause and continued to smear as if her husband's lips were a sweet food that was worth continuing to enjoy. Farzan was still trying to push Grisel's body away from him, really the man felt that Grisel was really crazy.

Until finally Farzan managed to push Grisel's body, probably because the woman was also removing the lip to take a breath.

“You're crazy, huh!” farzan was half upset. He directly rubbed the surface of the lips using the back of the hand, as if feeling disgusted because their lips touched.

“I'm your wife, how can you think me crazy just for kissing you? If you want, I'll do more,” Grisel replied to Farzan's tantrums.

Farzan spoke with his chest up and down because he was holding back emotions, only disliking Grisel's arbitrary attitude after a long time the woman refused his presence, and never followed his words.

“Aware? Oh ... Let's just say I just realized if you're my husband since a few minutes ago,” replied Grisel with a fierce look at Farzan.

Farzan really felt strange with Grisel's current attitude, the woman's gaze exuding a jealous flame that was blazing so much. He knew that in a moment there would definitely be a great debate between himself and Grisel, to finally make Farzan take a deep breath and sigh slowly to quiet down his emotions.

“Gris, we're in the office. I hope you don't ask me to argue now,” said Farzan in the lowest possible tone of voice, staring at Grisel who was standing just a step away from him.

Grisel smiled wryly, feeling irony because Farzan continued to think that he came just to invite debate. Maybe Grisel who never realized if it was true, they will always argue when together in recent years.

“Why do you always assume I came just for a fight, Zan?” grisel asked as he took one step forward, eroding the distance between them.

Farzan stared strangely at Grisel, before then answering, “That's the reality, Gris.”

Grisel again smiled wryly, until then one hand seemed to lead to the back of the back, he then grabbed the zipper dress worn and lowered slowly.

“If I come for this, what do you think? I miss you so much, Zan. Aren't you?” tanya Grisel still with one hand lowered the zipper of her dress, even now it had reached the waist and the clothes she was wearing were ready to slip down.

Grisel comes to the company jealous after getting word from his friend who says that Farzan drove a woman to the same company with which Grisel was contracted. He thought that it was Joya— - Farzan's former lover, whereas in reality it was Sandra— - one of the designers at the company as well. Makes Grisel jealous and unwilling until Farzan turns away from him.

Farzan was very surprised by what Grisel did, was the woman teasing him? However, Farzan who felt tired of all Grisel's actions so far, made him feel embarrassed by Grisel's behavior now.

Farzan's hands stretched out as Grisel was about to shed his clothes, not to touch the woman, but to retain the Grisel dress that would be detached from the body. Farzan quickly grabbed the zipper of Grisel's dress and raised it so that it would again cover the body of the woman who was his wife.

“Don't seduce me, Gris. Whatever you do now won't change what's on my mind. Don't embarrass you like this! Although I am your husband, but I feel your actions now are very embarrassing. This is not what I expect from you, not this kind of deed,” said Farzan after finishing lifting the zipper Grisel dress. He then backed away to stay away.

“You really don't want me, ‘do you? Even teasing you doesn't interest you! You really want to go back to that woman.” Grisel smiled looking at Farzan.

“No need I explain repeatedly, Gris. Our problem is not due to the presence of a third person!” refute Farzan as Grisel continues to discuss the women who made their relationship tenuous.

“Long, if you avoid having another woman! I know it's him and I also know you meet him often! You are so cruel, you ignored your wife and rejected me just because of her! Just look! See what I can do!” threaten Grisel for not being able to get Farzan back into his arms.

Grisel left Farzan's room in annoyance, leaving her bewildered husband behind.

Farzan held onto his forehead, feeling so heavy every time he had just had a fight with Grisel. His head now felt like he had been hit by a large stone, crushed so that the pain could not go away.

“Moreover what he will do.” Farzan massaged the base of the nose to relieve pain in the head.