I'll Throw You Before You Honey Myself
Dilemmas

Dilan: Mrs Jehana will be attending a fashion show in Paris. She asked you to be her model, along with Carroline and Alice. You would agree, wouldn't you, Ren?

"Mrs Jehana." Mauren muttered as she rose from her sleep.

Jehana is a reliable designer who has been in several countries. He frequently attended events and took home awards charters.

What a fortune it can be used as a model, even more juxtaposed with Carroline and Alice, two top models that watch in superpowers.

"This is my dream, but___"

Mauren could not continue his sentence. He was caught in a complicated dilemma. On the one hand, he was eager to show off his talent in Paris and steal the attention of visitors from several countries. That way, his name would be known everywhere and his career would soar.

However, on the other hand Mauren was reluctant to leave. He does not want to leave Victory just like that, especially when his relationship with Jeevan has not officially divorced. Either Mauren has to choose, pursue ideals and put business aside, or maintain the business and set aside ideals.

Dylan: Twelve more days. There's still plenty of time. Can you, Ren?

Dilan again sent a message, but again only ignored by Mauren. I don't know, he hasn't had a sentence to answer that message.

"Twelve days, which is enough. I'm still busy taking care of the office, not to mention the divorce, as well as the affairs of former friends I'm going to teach you a lesson. Where can I go if the problem here has not been resolved. Ahh, sucks!"

Shortly after, Mauren's phone rang loudly. One name on the screen is Dilan.

With a little hesitation Mauren rubbed the green button, then greeted the friendly after the phone connection was connected.

"Finally it was also answered. I sent a message, but you didn't reply. I brought a good opportunity 'uh, enthusiastic dong," said Dilan from across there.

"Sorry, I had a guest. So, haven't had time to reply to your message," Mauren lied.

"Now you read it, right?"

"Udah."

"Agreed, right?" ask Dilan.

Long enough, Mauren was silent. He doesn't know what to answer. On the one hand want to go and pursue the ideals, but on the other hand want to keep the business that has been mandated to him.

"Mauren!"

"I'm confused, Lan." Mauren answered slowly. He knew his response would disappoint a manager who had already been instrumental in his kerier.

"Why? Your husband didn't give you permission?" Dilan asked again.

"It's not so." Mauren replied while exhaling a rough breath.

"Then?"

"Why do we talk about this tomorrow? Now ... My condition is less fit," Mauren replied.

"All right, all thought carefully. Don't make the wrong decision" Dilan said before the phone call ended.

That night, Mauren barely slept. The news brought by Dilan successfully shook his intentions that would come out of the entertainment world. Like, the stairs to the top are already in sight, it just takes a big sacrifice to catch up.

In a different place, Jeevan could not close his eyes either. In fact, at that time the clock was already showing at 01.00 in the morning.

Jeevan was still awake in a cramped, stuffy room. His mind glared in all directions, imagining a marriage that was already on the verge of collapse, also thinking of a way to earn money. Jeevan realized, beating Mauren in court is difficult.

"Damn, it's true that Mauren did this to me. How do you try to talk to Elsa," jeevan grumbled.

A few hours ago, Jeevan was circling around looking for boarding. However, most charge at the beginning, while Jeevan has no money. As a result, here he is now, narrow and simple costs that are located far from the highway.

If it is logical, it is very stupid to leave Mauren who has everything for Elsa who has nothing.

But it was within Elsa that Jeevan found comfort. The woman's skill in warming the bed made her unable to turn away. While Mauren, according to Jeevan is very passive and flat, not at all challenging, even impressed boring.

"If only you thought more of me, Ren. None of this is going to happen. I'm not cheating and we don't need a divorce. That way, our lives will be fine" murmured Jeevan.

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The roar of the vehicle had already passed through the streets, but Elsa was still sitting lazily in her room. Repeatedly his eyes looked at the cellphone which had been silent, then his lips clucked irritated because there was no news from Jeevan. I don't know where the man went, the phone was not picked up, not even chatted.

"Not the office, huh?" muttered Elsa. "Mauren didn't come again today?"

After a long time of guessing and guessing, finally the grasped phone rang. Elsa smiled widely and quickly looked at her phone.

But Elsa's smile faded in a matter of seconds. It was not Jeevan who called, but Mauren.

"Well, is he calling me? Lift it up, will you?" Elsa was nervous and confused.

On the first call, Elsa just ignored him. However, on the second call Elsa answered even though in the mind is very heavy.

"What's wrong?" asked Elsa in a flat tone.

"Come to the office and hurry to my room!" mauren's orders were firm.

"For what?"

"Not much to ask! Follow it if you want to be safe!" mauren replied cynically.

"Why should I recite? Who are you?" Elsa is offended by Mauren's words which she thinks are powerful.

Mauren laughed, "You forgot that I'm your boss?"

"My boss Mas Jeevan, not you" Elsa said quickly.

"Oh yeah? Since when did Mas Jeevan become the owner of Victory? You're not amnesiac, are you, El?"

"Based on a cocky woman!" elsa Umpat.

"Yes, I'm arrogant. But ... how yes, the problem is there is indeed a heck that I'm arrogant, not kayak .. you." Mauren laughed again.

"Bas Mas Jeevan is not at home. You___"

"Udah, do not have much to say, let alone reveal the results of men who snatch, not necessarily also he is loyal to you. Now, quickly meet me before my patience runs out!" mauren concluded with a high tone.

"Don't doubt it, Ren! I know Victory's got you, but I only work for Mas Jeevan. As long as you serve there, I will never come to that office. You think, only Victory can hire employees? Just so you know, yeah, without Victory I can also work for an office." Elsa starts to get emotional.

"If you're smart, you know the rules of the company. It doesn't matter if you stop, as long as there is written permission. As long as it does not exist, you are still a Victory employee and must comply with the rules there. Or ... Do you want to be dishonorably fired, or maybe blacklisted?" sahut Mauren relaxed.

"You!" furious Elsa.

"Buruan's coming! Remember, right, that today anything can happen because of money."

Without waiting for Elsa's response, Mauren ended the phone call unilaterally. He smiled as he put down his phone. While elsewhere, Elsa flinched for quite a while. His feelings were suddenly chaotic after hearing Mauren's words implying a threat.

Seriate...