Sensational Husband
One Hundred Fifty Eight
Alexa stepped out across the main door of the office building followed by Azlan. The man seemed to be busy calling. Sometimes Alexa turned to Azlan, she wanted to talk to her husband but like not getting a pause considering Azlan was not stopping talking.
Alexa stopped her footsteps. “Azlan, let's talk! Whose phone is it?”
Azlan raised his hand gesturing so Alexa wouldn't interfere. “Pak Syarif,” said Azlan while pointing his phone.
Alexa raised an eyebrow. He understands Mr. Sharif is an important person. And of course Azlan was talking about work. Alexa should not interfere with Mr. Sharif's conversation.
“So now you are almost to my office? Then we have a drink, there is a restaurant next to my office, we can eat together there. I will entertain the best possible guests. Ha haaa. I wait.” Azlan stuffed the phone into the back pocket of his suit.
“Why with sir Syarif?” Ask Alexa with both hands folded on her chest.
“Pak Syarif will be here. He just wants to visit, but how better I visit it is not?”
“Okey, that's good. I like that you are on good terms with Mr. Sharif. Remember, he is very important to our company. He's our colleague.”
“You come with me, yes!”
“I'm tired, Azlan. I just want to go home. Let me go home with Sunil.” Alexa showed her tired expression. He knew Azlan could handle everything well, without him.
“Good. Go home!” Azlan nodded.
Alexa called Sunil, ordering the driver to take the car from the basement to the front of the office building.
“You be careful, yes! I worry about you not being with me,” Azlan said with attentive eyes.
“Hm. I went through the wrong road, all right.”
Alexa shakes. He turned towards Mr. Sharif who was walking towards him.
Mr. Syarif smiled when he reached nearby Alexa and Azlan. He shook Azlan's hand excitedly. The sytle is ordinary, making Alexa quite surprised at the businessman. He does not look like a tyrant who when viewed directly it seems that he is in the upper class, but his appearance is very ordinary. T-shirts with collars around the neck, jeans, and sandals.
“Good afternoon, Mr Azlan!” Mr. Sharif confirmed his glasses.
“Sore!” azan's brief was accompanied by a smile.
“How are you?”
“Good, Sir.”
“I really like your leadership, which is why I'm here to visit. Meeting with the Father like it is sunah for me.”
“Ha haaa..” Azlan and pak Syarif simultaneously laugh.
“Nona Alexa, how are you?” Mr. Sharif turned to Alexa, his smile broadened.
“Good.” Alexa nodded.
Azlan turned his head towards the woman who was standing on the right side of Mr. Sharif. He frowned slightly when he realized that he recognized the woman, Mekka Gifari. Since then he ignored the woman until only now he realized that he recognized the woman. But amazingly, Azlan's expression was calm. Not one bit looked surprised, even he also looked mediocre when he met the look of the woman. It was as if he did not recognize Mecca.
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