My Husband Doesn't belong to Me
Chapter VII

On the Floor of the Director's Room. . .

Haus. . . Haus. . . Haus. . .

"Lake in." Selva's Command.

Hosh. . . Hosh. . . The Secretary's breath was irregular.

"You why? In pursuit of the devil?" Selva asked jokingly.

"Not Ma'am. . But that's Ms. . ." Secretary Dian stammered.

"Ah this is you, the spit of her talking. I still have a lot of work to do, where Nadira wants to come here again he said. It could hit me if he saw the work of a rich pile of gini, where the room is a mess of gini" complained Selva, with a massage of his forehead.

"Well that's the problem, ma'am." Said Secretary Dian while taking a breath, calming down.

"You mean?" Confused Selva.

"Nadira's mother is already in the loby and may now have taken the elevator." Secretary Dian said trying to relax.

"Oh. . . Mba Nadira is already nyampe. . . WHATAAAAA?? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME FROM EARLIER???" Shouted Selva surprised.

"Yes, I want to say cut and continue with mom, so don't mistake me dong Bu." Said Secretary Dian while giggling.

"Pet as you stop first, do not let Nadira enter my room first. I'm gonna finish all this, let's get on there." Tell Selva to hurry up and clean up the room.

"Okay ma'am, I'll try to block him from entering first. But don't forget it's Mom. . ." Said Secretary Dian while painting his hands.

"Yes I know, it's a little short there." Remove the Director, who is busy cleaning up.

Secretary Dian also left the Director Room while chuckling, waiting for the grand guest to arrive.

Who's Nadira???

To make a director scared??

The Director's Room. . .

"This is the room why it's so messy again!" Complain Selva.

"May be sprayed by mba! You are even cool shopping, forget the work stack! Why so many new things? Gatel wants to buy. . . Huft. . ." Selva complained as she turned on herself, with her busy hands tidying up the scattered files.

"Hopefully Dian can nahan first mba Nadira." Hope Selva, while continuing to clean up the room.

Selva is shocked to hear Nadira has arrived at the Company Lobby, she thinks Nadira will come during the day. Confused where to start to clean the room, documents scattered, garbage snacks and there are also some clothes scattered.

In front of the elevator. .

Secretary Dian had been waiting, with anxious hopes. Confused about how to hold back Madam Nadira from going straight into the Director's Room.

"Well now I'm confused myself, how is it? Let Madam Nadira stay here for a long time?" Thought Secretary Dian.

TING. . .

Elevator door opens. .

Rushing Secretary Dian greeted.

"Good morning, Nadira." Greet Secretary Dian friendly.

"Morning too. Is Selva's mother busy?" Ask Nadira.

"Ngga ko Bu, I'm calm." Answer Secretary Dian.

"Sorry Mom interjected, my job of delivering mom is done. I'm willing, to be on duty again." Say Receptionist pamit.

"Oh . . Yes, thank you so much for driving me." Nadira said sincerely.

"Together Mom, then excuse me Mom, Secretary Dian." Polite Speech Receptionist.

"Please." Nadira and Secretary Dian.

The receptionist left them both.

"Come to the room." Said Nadira when he was going to step, but he stopped.

"Wait for Ma." Secretary Dian.

"What's wrong?" Nadira asked with raised eyebrows.

"Look ma'am, there are a few things I need to say. Can you stop by my room first?" Ask Secretary Dian carefully.

"okay. ." They also walked to Secretary Dian's Room.

Kolkata. . .

"So, what's up?" Ask Nadira.

"Look at the Mom. . . How is the story. . ." Said Secretary Dian stammering, while scratching his back neck that did not itch.

"Why are you diem? He said he'd talk?" Asked Nadira astonished.

"It's Mom, there's something I don't understand Mom." Said Secretary Dian with his original hand picking up the documents.

When Nadira received the document, her eyebrows furrowed. Then exhaling, he was confused what was with Secretary Dian who was usually very thorough. But provide documents that contain meeting documentation.

"Are you all right, Dian? You want me to be clear about what?" Said Nadira while throwing documents at the table.

Brukka. .

Secretary Dian took it and opened the document. Then he patted her on the forehead, apparently he took a document containing the documentation of last Sunday's meeting.

'Damn.' Rutuk Secretary Dian.

"Sorry Mom." Secretary Dian said regretfully.

"Wait. . . Don't tell me Selva's causing trouble? Quickly answer! Nadira.

"Mhmhhp. . . Ngga ko Bu. . . No. ." Answer Secretary Dian.

Then I rushed to the Director's Room, and opened it without a knock on the door. How surprised I was to see the state of the room that looked like a broken ship.

Kolkata. . .

"WHAT THE FUCK??? !YESIRVAAAAAAA!!! Shouted Nadira in shock at the state of the Director Room which was very chaotic.

How not fucked up? Documents, food waste, even clothes were scattered. Unworthy circumstances to be called the Director's Room.

"Eh. . . Mba. Did you come, mba?" Selva's clench, while scratching his back neck that does not itch.

"You think?" Nadira said with glaring eyes.

"This. . . Anu. . . Why didn't you say you were coming here? I can pick it up in front!" Said Selva diverting the conversation, while approaching Nadira.

"Is that important now?" Annoyed by Nadira.

"Eh. . . It's important dong mba! I can get ready first, so. . " Selva said cut off Nadira.

"So what? So you can clean up all this mess? Without knowing?" Nadira asked annoyed.

"Selva. . . Melissa. . . When did you change that?? Mba dizzy himself if rich gini!" Complain Nadira while kneeling her temple.

"Don't be angry, come here. Let's sit down first." Invite Selva while pulling Nadira's hand and tidying up the sofa.

Nadira looked annoyed at the breath.

"So when are you going to be rich? Shopping, clubing, hangout. That and that's what you do! The company in your hands has made no progress at all! I'm really disappointed in you!" Nadira paused his words while taking a deep breath.

" Crusher. . . No, I'm not rich." Elak Selva's.

"Don't you think you've never seen you? Mba always monitor you from afar, all your activities mba also know, Cell!" Annoyed Nadira.

"Hehe. . . Wow great yes mba, can know what I did!" Admiring Selva while clapping her hands.

'That's Miss Selva.' Said Secretary Dian inwardly while patting her forehead.

"This is no time for jokes! Quickly clean this room SEKARANGGGGG!!!" Shouted Nadira annoyed.

"Yes. . . Yes. . . Don't yell at me too." Selva replied, in a hurry to clear the room.

Selva began to clean up the documents on her desk, and began to separate which documents are important and which are not.

"Is there any intention, do you help? Than sitting on them!" Selva said hoping.

"Related!" Said Nadira, who is playing hp.

"Mrs Nadira I'm sorry, I have permission to return to my room." Secretary Dian.

"Yes there, back to work." Said Nadira dizzy to see the behavior of his cousin.

Hearing Secretary Dian's permission to leave the room, Selva did not accept. Because he hoped that there would be reinforcements that would help him clean up the mess he made.

"Eh. . . no yes. . . you can't. . You have to help settle this room first." Tell Selva.

"Sorry Mom, I have a lot of work to do." Said Secretary Dian as he sauntered away.

"You know it, I fired the taste." Selva Threat.

"What's? How dare you fire Dian? You fired first." Threat Nadira.

"Mba. . ." Selva said .

"Not help, let the spit be done! Ah. . Fate. . Fate. . Why come at such a bad time." Gerrutu Selva Wants to cry.

"Mba is yes." Nadira.

"Hehe. . ." Selva Cengesan.