Borrow the Uterus - Third Wife
Who you really are

Alya and Alex have started discussing the issue of cooperation with the company and bank B, Alya explained in detail from the financial projections. Actually the presence of Erick between Alya and Alex is not too much help, it is Alya who plays a lot in the meeting.

The woman had indeed prepared all the meeting materials on her tablet, so Alex as a representative of Bank B, was satisfied with all the logical and certainly based on data is not nonsense.

Erick held his breath many times, seeing Alya's negotiating technique, the sequential words and voice sounded different in his ears this time.

Who are you!!!

“Okay Mr. Alex, this is all I can explain and convey, later this data will be sent to email Mr. Alex,”, said Alya.

“Excellent Mr. Erick, has employees who are very competent in their field. I think the possibility of cooperation proposals will soon be agreed,” said Alex.

“Thank you Mr. Alex for his praise, our company is very selection in accepting employees. And thank you if today's meeting can be a consideration of our project going forward,” Erick replied.

Cih...sok muji...muji.tadi morning to where Mr. CEO.

“Alright then, I will immediately announce for the continuation,” said Alex.

“I wait for the good news from Mr. Alex,” said Alya.

“Pastinya mbak Alya, must be good news. Then I say back to the office.....Mr. Erick,” Alex said goodbye.

“Let me take Mr. Alex,” pinta Alya, while allowing Alex to walk first.

Then Alya and Erick followed Alex.

Alya drove Alex to enter his car which was outside the lobby, Erick with his loyal still accompany Alya. But Alya ignored him, even as if there was no one beside him.

The car Alex was riding in had passed, Alya back into the lobby of the Company. And back again Erick followed Alya's footsteps.

The woman only glanced for a moment at the man who was beside her.

The elevator door opened, Alya went back inside the elevator and immediately pushed the seven button, the floor of the finance division.

“Hemm......,” Erick back to throats.

“If you feel itchy throat, you should bring a drink. Let's not continue to beat, budek long my ears hear deheman continue,” chirped Alya without looking at the face of the handsome man.

“Then please get me a drink and deliver it to my room,” pinta Erick.

“Yes, later I will say office boy to deliver drinks for Mr CEO!!” answer Alya.

“Kok instead you told the office boy who took a drink,” Erick reprimanded not accept rejection on his orders.

“Ya, it's office boy duty. And I'm not an office boy,” answered ketus Alya.

This morning I asked for coffee, now ask for drinking water.....hello Mr. CEO is fine!!!

The elevator door opened on the seventh floor, Alya rushed out of the room, Erick followed suit.

Ah bodo is very much up to the CEO who wants to go where is not my business.

The finance division room was back up, when Erick re-entered the finance division room.

The bespectacled woman walked into her room, threw her butt in her chair.

And it turns out that Erick also went into his room, and sat on a single sofa with his legs crossed.

“Ya Allah....why this whole day should meet with this Mr. CEO....what is my sin!” muttered Alya himself.

“Do not talk to yourself, here is the person....why not say directly,” said Erick.

Alya snorted annoyedly, why should the man also recite his own words.

“Now Mr. CEO there is a need in my room, is there anything I can help. But it would be nice to see Mr. Fatur if you want to know more about the company's financial problems Mr.” Alya trying to be polite.

“I just want to see you working, so please continue the work. And let's just say I'm not here,” Erick replied.

Some of the finance staff paced back and forth in front of Alya's room while peeking at the state inside.

While Erick really did not like the state of silence in Alya's room, the woman never glanced at the man, it was the man who often looked at the woman who was not too beautiful.

GECK......GECK......GECK....

“Log in....” replied Alya.

“Excuse me Mr. Erick...” said Fitri who passed Erick.

“Mmm.

“What's Fitri..?” ask Alya.

“This will anterin some letters for vendors, need a signature loe,” said Fitri.

“OK thanks, I'll check first.”

“OK....sip...gue return to table.”.

“Eeh.... Fitri, I ask you please ya sayain to Office Boy receding buy a solution drink yes, two cans of melon flavor,” pinta Alya.

“Oooh OK, who make it?” ask Fitri.

“Create people who have sore throat, from earlier can only beat the throat. Pity later long his throat blisters,” Alya reply while glancing at Erick, while both Erick netra have glared back Alya glance.

Erick understood who Alya meant, was himself. Because as long as the man was in Alya's room, his job was just to chuckle, to attract Alya's attention.

After Fitri came out, Alya went back to silence.

“You said I had a sore throat?”ask Erick.

Alya raised her head slightly, and looked towards Erick first,”When did I say like that?” ask Alya.

“Barusan!!!” exciting Erick.

“Indeed I mentioned the name of Mr CEO? It doesn't feel like. Looks like Mr. CEO must check his ear to Doctor ENT deh Sir,” Alya chirped.

“Alya.....!” erick's voice is rising.

“Pak CEO please me again finish the job, is not willing to fight. Mending Father quarreled with Miss Agnes, even better....especially if you quarrel in bed....huuh must be excited deh,” ledek Alya.

Hadh why so out bed word...astaga.

Erick's face had begun to blush between being restrained by anger or because of the word bed.

“Mbak Alya, here's the order,” without tapping..si Mamat went into Alya's room.

“Eeh...sorry there is Mr. Erick, punten yes Sir,” said the new Mamat engeh, while putting his plastic groceries on the work desk Alya.

“Hemm.....,” Erick is back.

“Still Yes Mas Mamat.”

“Sama-sama mbak Alya,” Mamat hastily exited the room.

Alya shuffled from her seat and took out a can of melon-flavored solution, and wiped the can with a tissue.

“Please drink Mr. CEO, so don't always beat,” said Alya while giving a can of solution drink.

With laziness Erick received the can that was still in Alya's hands.

“Take it.....thank you sir,” chirped Alya last time, back to his chair of work.

“Thank you,” said Erick forced.

It seems that in one day I feel like I'm investigating the same yes Mr CEO!!!