Secretary Charm
Chapter.43 Can't Refuse Again

"Are you sure of your decision?" Alle looked seriously at Aksa. After that Sekar gave his blessing for the child to establish a relationship with a widow like her. He had to make sure he didn't change his mind.

Here in a cafe with the concept of out door Alle waiting for an answer from the man before him. He had prepared his heart to accept whatever his boss answered. From the beginning he never raised his wish to be able to be with a man like Aksa.

Alleyah was well aware of her status as well.

"Do I still have to answer that question after my mom says she's coming to propose to you?"

"of course. I have to get reassurance from the man who is seriously intending on me. I have to know what motive he chose me, because I am no longer a teenager who would be happy just because of love speech. Never fail, make me have to be more careful."

"Take care to close your heart and your eyes."

Aksa's words were very striking. But it's true. Fadil's betrayal makes Alle does not intend to establish a new relationship with the opposite sex. He tends to close his heart and eyes to the man who will approach him.

"Sure, because I don't want to fall into the same hole. If it's just love, it's not enough for me."

Aksa laughed at the end of Alle's sentence.

"Is there anything funny?"

Aksa shook her head slowly.

"Maybe you find this funny because it's never been in my position. But I experienced it, even becoming a victim of love itself. My first marriage was also based on love. But in fact, love does not guarantee the permanence of my household." Alle took a deep breath. Filling his lungs with oxygen. Trying to strengthen the heart to remember the long buried pain.

"The love I had for my husband was unable to stop him from turning away from other women. What I believe to be strong is so fragile. I used to think love would make my husband last no matter what our circumstances were. But I was wrong, economic difficulties and also my appearance is no longer interesting to make Mas Fadil choose to leave" continued Alle.

"Many aspects that we will face in the household, because in it is not only about love. If your motive was to marry me out of curiosity or perhaps to consider me a challenge you could conquer, the marriage would not last long. Satisfaction will conquer something often leads to boredom." Alle looked firmly into the man's eyes. Want to see if the response.

"Well, if you're so anxious to know why I married you ...." Aksa paused his words. He looked back at the woman who was looking forward to her answer.

"The reason I want to marry you is not to escape love. Well ... I fell in love with you without knowing why. But there are things that make me want to protect you and Chilla. A sense drive that I myself cannot describe. So don't ask me again what my reason is."

Alle buy. The answer from Aksa outside his prejudice.

"What if I don't love you?"

"No problem" Aksa replied casually. "For now enough I love you. Let me show you how I'm going to cultivate a sense in your heart. And if that time comes, you can't ride it."

Alle can no longer be confused. Aksa's words made him shut up. Highlight his eyes stared helplessly at his superior. The man who claimed to be in love with her made her unable to resist anymore.

*****

Elsewhere, in Fadil's house to be exact. Chilla was calm without Mira. Since then, he has only played with his grandparents. Until late in the night, both her stepmother and her father had not yet returned home.

"What kind of work is it, cake?" ask Chilla because before the grandfather told me about childhood until papa Chilla can be successful as now.

"Chilla has been to the mall with my mom when you have a holiday," replied the little boy innocently.

"If you stay with papa Fadil Chilla can go to the mall every day. Later Grandma and Grandpa who deliver using a car. Then later Chilla will also be made a big room and many dolls," Marini persuaded.

The innocent little boy was seen digesting his grandmother's speech. The offer is so tempting, but if you remember about Mira, all of Chilla's wishes immediately disappear. Didn't want him to live with that fierce woman.

"How is Chilla," urged Marini.

"Bu, already ... Chilla is still a child, don't give her a hard choice." said Sofyan, seeing her granddaughter's confusion.

"Here, Chilla just play. Don't listen to Grandma. Chilla can stay with mom or papa fadil alternately. All Chilla's parents."

Marini who was right in front of Sofyan immediately glared sharply. Dislike the attitude of her husband who does not support her. Though he was trying for Fadil to get custody of Chilla, if the little boy could be seduced.

According to his grandfather's words, Chilla chose to go out to play. In his grandfather's room for a long time bored him.

Just came out, Chilla found a beautiful white fur cat. Without thinking, the boy approached. Intentions invite to play, but the cat was surprised and ran away.

Not wanting to lose track of the cat, Chilla ran after him. With a sweet call and persuaded Chilla to call the beautiful cat.

"Pussss, come here" Chilla called while looking down at the cat hiding under the sideboard. His hands were outstretched, trying to grab the white-haired cat he so desperately wanted to carry.

Apparently, the cat was afraid when Chilla's little hand was about to reach him. As a result, the cat ran back, and followed by Chilla who was just looking to hold the cat.

Not being careful when running makes Chilla accidentally nudge an urn that stands in the corner of the room. The loud noise due to the rupture of the antique object made Chilla's eyes widen.

Along with that, Mira had just arrived. How surprised he was to hear the sound of things breaking. Even more surprised when he came to the source of the voice. His collection of antique jars had already been smashed.

Instantly his emotions peaked, seeing his stepson standing close to the scattering rubble. His eyes glared sharply almost out, staring at Chilla who was instantly frightened.

No more pleasantries. Without asking why her favorite item could be destroyed formless, Mira came to her stepson.

"It must be you, right!" just accuse him. "Basin a bad boy!" His hand could not bear not to scratch the little boy's ear.

"Again, Auntie, sick," Chilla cried.

Instead of stopping, Mira just grew fiercer looking at Chilla's cries of pain. He grew more and more infatuated with the anger that controlled his heart. No longer just fretting, Mira also pinched Chilla's arm and thigh as a lesson so that the child does not return to action.

The cry of pain and asking for mercy did not shake his heart in the slightest. His hands continued to stretch out in order to increase the pain of the stepson.

"Mira!"