Divorced for Fatty
Chapter 6: Getting a Slap

Hana looked up steadily Kelana Group building. Her lips are so sweet, the taste of her scent has not gone away. He truly did not believe it was acceptable after passing through the complicated selection stage after stage, and could defeat nearly a hundred candidates. Now he has a secretary title.

With steady steps Hana entered the building. It's just that there's something a little disturbing the pleasure of his heart. Got some bad news when he did the interview yesterday.

He said, Kelana Pramudya the CEO and his boss had sexual irregularities, the man did not like women. Everyone who has worked as a Kelana secretary has never worked. They chose to resign and no one lasted more than five months.

"No, I can't be afraid. I need some money. After all, if he's a same-sex person, that's not good. So she won't mess with me," inwardly Hana comforted herself.

Hana took another step back. No matter what comes his way, he will stay. The money and the purpose of revenge he can get at once. Once the oar two three islands are exceeded.

"All right, let's introduce her name to Hana Prameswari. From now on he will be his secretary Mr. Kelana," said a middle-aged woman, bespectacled and bearded in front of employees who sit at their respective desks.

Congratulations and applause also echoed adding to the euphoria. Not to mention so many male employees who say that Hana is beautiful. They also lift dime-bombings. Hana became clumsy herself, she was happy and embarrassed to be greeted that way.

Suddenly the sound of silence from behind shocked everyone. The room was silent at once. They bowed in disdain because the person who interrupted with the silence turned out to be Bagas. A respected HR manager there.

"Have you finished the introductory event?" ask Bagas. His voice was flat but full of emphasis.

Silence, no one said.

"If nothing is important it is better to continue your work. Start the morning with work, not gossiping let alone seducing new employees," Bagas said again half firmly.

No doubt, employees who had been eager to welcome the arrival of Hana were silent. They sat back and pretended to be busy, in their hearts cursing Bagas.

"Yes already, Hana. Soon Mr. Kelana arrives, so make him coffee first. Remember, it's a spoonful of sugar and a spoonful of coffee."

Hana recited the words of the woman who served as HRD's deputy manager and passed. Before that he had time to side with Bagas. However, Hana pretended not to see. Bagas was astonished. Since when did Hana become charismatic and confident like that. Hana's aura was so different when she was his wife.

When Hana arrived, a well-dressed male figure in an old gray suit was already sitting behind the table. The man looked at the nyalang Hana who came with a tray.

Hana trembled slightly as her eyes met the figure of the man she had just met for the first time. The stern-faced man Hana believed was Kelana. Rumor has it Kelana is very handsome, and the man in front of her is indeed very handsome.

"But dear G-A-Y," inner Hana. He put his coffee on the table. "This is sir, the coffee."

"Why do your hands shake so? Are you seeing a ghost?"

Heavy and flat sound Kelana. Hana was shocked and quickly shook her head. It could be over if Kelana gets angry.

"Sorry, sir, I'm just not used to it yet."

"Fun from now on! if you are not used to it, you can go. The exit is still there." Kelana's index finger makes Hana flaky-ketir.

"Sorry, sir, I'll start getting used to it."

Kelana just snorting. The thirty-two-year-old man flipped through the paper in front of him, then the mangosteen.

"Are you Hana Prameswari? You are twenty-nine years old and a widow."

Glug up! Hana swallows her saliva which feels cheeky.

This time he had a question like that. A common but intimidating question.

However, because it must be professional he also nodded. Yes, although somewhat insulted by the tone that Kelana said just now.

"What's wrong with being a widow? The widow is more honorable than the virgin widow. Especially the virgin who chose to be the actor."

Suddenly Hana grumbled herself. He clenched his hands when he remembered the figure of the Flower. The one who saw it became astonished and shook the table with his four knuckles.

"You daydreaming?" The accusatory question made Hana flinch. Hana shook her head again.

"Alright, I don't care about your status. If they accept you, it means you deserve to be my secretary. But remember, your probation is only one month. If your performance isn't good be prepared to drop by."

Hana swallowed back. He's like being pushed to the edge of a cliff. Facing Kelana is like entering a haunted house. Horror.

"Good, Sir. I understand and also today ...." Hana opened the booklet to read out the schedule of her meeting today, but Kelana interrupted with a dull and cold gaze.

"Cancel all my schedules today!"

Hana astonishment. Isn't a CEO required to be busy? The responsibilities of a CEO aren't big? Then ....

"Everything, Sir?"

Hana nodded in understanding, then turned her heels away. Just this time he was dealing with a person like that man.

One hour.

Two hours.

It's almost lunchtime but Kelana's not coming out. Meanwhile, Hana, has been squinting to hold bored. A long gust of breath was somehow a thousand times coming out of his mouth.

However, from the direction of the passageway suddenly came an elegant-looking old woman. Also seen branded handbags on his wrists. Seeing that Hana slightly gasped and immediately stood up in welcome.

"What's inside?" ask the old woman in a haughty tone. The woman was named Dinar-His mother Kelana.

"Sorry, Mom. Mr. Kelana is not wanting to be disturbed," replied Hana politely. She had no idea that Dinar was Kelana's mother.

"Yes already!" Dinar was about to enter, but was arrested by Hana. As secretary, of course, he must do as Kelana ordered.

"What the fuck!" dinar jolt pitched furiously, her wrinkled eyes looking at Nyalang Hana. However, Hana did not want to lose and still held the wrist of the woman who was still trying to push the door of Kelana's study.

"Once again without reducing respect for Mother, Mr. Kelana does not want to be disturbed first."

"So you think I'm a bully!" joked Dinar, his tone growled this time.

"Sorry, Mom. I was just told and Mr. Kelana said he wanted a break and didn't want to be disturbed by anyone."

Feeling his pride hurt Dinar too by beringas slap right on Hana's left cheek. Not only that, he also pointed at Hana's face with his index finger.

"You, how dare you do this to me! Don't you know that I...."

Oral Dinar hangs because the door of Kelana room is open. A little surprised to see a bruise on Hana's cheek. He knew it must have been the mother. It was just that the man chose silence.

"Why did mom come here?" kelana's instantaneous question also made Hana's eyes wide open. He did not expect and did not know that this woman in front of him, this emotional woman was the mother of the superior.

However, instead of answering Dinar just snorted he narrowed his eyes when he saw Hana who looked down.

"Fired him! The secretary is not a becus!" he said, after that go straight into the room of the son.

"Sorry, Sir. I didn't know that he was the Father's mother" said Hana who was still down. His eyes began to split and tears began to crumble.

"It's okay. You go to the clinic and treat your cheeks, "get back flat, then close the door.

Now Hana knew that the two men were one descendant. The cold-blooded.

Hana also went from there while holding the crap and shame. He headed for the company clinic. After getting the medicine and compress, he was about to return to the workbench but accidentally passed by Bagas.

"Why are you? Why are your cheeks red?" tegur Bagas kampret snitch.

Hana kept quiet, deliberately ignoring the ex-husband. The displeased Bagas pulled his arm and led to one of the hallways that employees rarely pass.

"We need to talk" he said again.

Hana had no choice, while compressing her cheeks she looked at Bagas who still looked handsome and handsome.

"What do you want?" ask Hana ketus.

"I just want to know how you're doing" Bagas replied. Hana snorted, but for the sake of revenge she also commented a smile.

"I'm fine."

"Yes, it looks like you're okay. You can take care of yourself and you're more beautiful." Bagas unceasingly stared at him. Hana's definitely holding the crap. Now he realized that Bagas was a basket eye.

"What about you guys? Do you have children?"

Bagas shook his head, sounding a desperate sigh from his nose. "She didn't want to get pregnant, she said, afraid that her body would stretch."

Hana was silent, late she looked at her ex-husband who was a jerk.

"Oiya, don't you want to visit your father? Soon they will celebrate the anniversary of the wedding, where have you lived?"