Love Girl Cold
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Nayra was facing her laptop and Bunga was sitting on the sofa checking the file, there was no sound between them. Both of them seem to be serious about their work.

Then the door was knocked and a handsome man with a proportional body stepped into Nayra's desk.

0he sat down before Nayra without greeting the Flower who was also present there.

Flowers also look careless for him, this one man is indeed different. He's very annoying according to the flowers. He never once greeted himself even though they were in an elevator. He thinks as if he would not exist, really irritating the Flower whistle in the heart

" well, I don't think I need to let you in anymore.." A few sentences seemed to slip from Nayra's mouth just like that.

Then Nayra seemed to take something from her desk drawer.

" it looks like we are straight to the point.can you explain to me tuannnnnn kenan james waldburg about your interests during this time in Ar.co..?! " Nayra asked with emphasis on her name while putting a file in front of Kenan.

For a moment the handsome man of foreign blood was aghast but it was only an instant, because in the next second he seemed to smile warmly at the nayra while taking and examining the file before him.

Flowers that do not know what time to peek for a moment but still do not know what they are talking about.

" i really didn't think you were such a great lady" said Kenan, smiling.

Nayra took a deep breath and exhaled slowly then.

" i don't know how special Ar.co is to be able to attract your attention in such a way.

Soerang ceo big companies like you want to bother working as a director in someone else's company..." Nayra spoke again and this time his speech was enough to make Bunya delicate to know Kenan's true identity.

Kenan was still smiling while holding the file given by the nayra

" you are amazing miss.so fast you know my identity.something I have been hiding so far "Kenan still looks calm and relaxed.

" it's not fast, Mr. Kenan, you've been here for almost four years." replied Nayra.

" may I know your interest here." asked Nayra again.

" there is no way you need cooperation.we have a different business.." continued Nayra later.

" you seriously want to know..?! " Kenan asked back

" hmmm.." answered Nayra.

" you are my reason." replied Kenan now with a face that turned serious. He leaned his back on the back of the chair he was sitting on and looked at the face in front of him fixedly.

Nayra who was about to say the word immediately fell silent, as well as the Flower who could clearly hear Kenan's words just now.

again.again a bright man clearly expressed his feelings to the boss and his best friend...

" you are indeed something Nayra." whispered the heart of Flowers.

" what do you mean.." nayra asked again.

" you proposed to me, Mr. Kenan..didn't I mishear..?! " tanya nayra again seemed to not believe her hearing.

" yes.I proposed to you, I want to marry you, I love you.For a long time, since our first meeting ..."

" mad ni people.." scolding Flowers with a little glance towards Kenan.

Flass

A black luxury car was traveling at a moderate speed and stopped right at a traffic sign that had just been red.

In the car there was a driver with an athletic stature and a handsome face sitting behind the wheel, and on the back bench a handsome man with a navy stelan jaz complete with his sunglasses was also sitting casually. Both of them did not appear to be indigenous men.

A few moments later his eyes caught the sight that caught his attention.

A hijab girl with her veil that also dangled down to cover her chest was seen holding the hand of an old woman and was crossing the road slowly. His veil fluttering in the wind further added to the dazzling impression of the gadus. When they arrived right in front of his car, the man slightly moved his body and removed his sunglasses, he looked at the clingy woman.

He was very fascinated by that face, his heart was pounding, a smile on his lips. He was seen coming down from his vehicle

" sir.." The driver could do nothing else.

The foreign-blooded man approached and helped the old woman, he held the other hand but his eyes kept staring at the woman who was holding the old woman's hand on the other side with a smile that continued to linger on his lips.

" imaksih sir.." said the old woman, she who was often in Indonesia with a long time because the work business has really been able and understood with the language of Indonesia. He then smiled nodding.

" she's your grandmother miss...?! " the man tried to open up a conversation to the girl in front of him who seemed to still be helping the grandmother to climb onto the sidewalk.

" no. I saw him there about to cross.." he replied later without looking at him.

" well grandma.be careful, I'll go first.."

" you work, son..Where, what's your name ?! " ask the grandmother

" i'm nayra nek.I work at Ar.co, I hope you're healthy. I'm sorry.." the saying then quickly passed leaving them.

The handsome man continued to look at the girl who was getting away quickly because he was a little run when he crossed the road again.

" let's go back " cried the driver with their language.

" his name is nayra, he works at Ar.co find out about him "his orders then to the driver who is none other than his personal assistant after he got to the car.

From that day on, he could not forget that.

Flass off

" you proposed to a married woman, Mr. Kenan......"