Malik's Highest Achievements

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Malik's deepest heart niche is like being given an invisible blow. It hurts the deepest recesses of Malik's heart when he sees the photo used by Ghea as a display picture.

The photo is nothing but a wedding photo of Ghea and the man Malik considers to be the luckiest man in the world for having Ghea as his wife.

Malik seems to forget that soon he and Akbar will have a meeting with one of the prospective clients who will entrust the matter to be handled by his family's Law Firm and will certainly provide a fee that is not small if this case is successfully handled by Malik as his leader.

Malik's attention continued to be focused on his goal that he was holding very tightly. Enlarge it and then return it to its normal size and it continues to re-Malik without any sense of saturation.

What is Malik really doing? Whether, she was comparing herself to the man whose face appeared in Ghea's display picture. There was a pain that could not be explained when Malik saw the woman he loved posing with a very close distance maybe if it was real, once Ghea moved then there would be a union between Ghea's lips and the man's lips.

Malik's heart was like being sliced nine times when he saw it. There was a pain that Malik could not implement through words. Pain, pain, and disintegration merged into one in his current Soul.

"ARGH!" If this continues, The Angel Izrail could come faster to pick him up. No, Malik didn't want to leave before feeling the love of Ghea. And Malik will do everything he can to have Ghea.

The door of Malik's room opened without knocking first. There is no need to ask Who the mastermind is, only three possibilities are sacred, Akbar is also Andra. Three important assets are owned by the Bagaskara Law Firm Today. Suci with her ideas and ideas that are quite brilliant, Akbar who is able to lobby their prospective clients, and Andra who is versatile.

Sure enough, Malik suspected that the one who entered the door of his room was one of the valuable assets of the most prestigious law firm in the capital, who else if not his cousin, Akbar Maulana Bagaskara.

"It's still half an hour away," Malik said after glancing at the clock which is currently circular on his wrist.

"I'm not here to discuss work." Akbar is not afraid to speak so loudly to the most respected person in the firm.

Malik who was currently standing with his back to Akbar was made to exhale roughly. Malik knew that if he and Akbar were the most stubborn people, they would keep whatever they thought to even the lowest point they had. Of course, prestige underlies it all.

Before turning to face Akbar, Malik seemed to sigh roughly. It can be clearly by Akbar's two dark eyes manika. Perhaps soon the inevitable showdown will happen to these two brothers.

"This is an office, not a home. It's a place to work, not gossip." Akbar pulled the tip of his lips to form an evil smile when he heard word for word spoken from his brother's mouth. Did Malik Ibrahim teach his brother how to lick his own saliva?

"Ck! What Did you call it in Suci's room, Malik?" Akbar asked in a challenging tone .  He had the courage to scramble his waist in front of people who had considered him as an older brother.

Malik is dead tick, he doesn't have the right words to chute what Akbar just said. It was a very sudden attack, so to just dodge it, Malik had no chance.

"What do you want to talk about?" ask Malik in a stern tone .  The look on his face looks very wrinkled like a shirt that has not been touched by hot iron.

Malik then brings himself to his seat of greatness. Meanwhile, Akbar is now sitting in a chair in front of his brother's work desk. Akbar and Malik's views lock each other up, but there is no longer any conflict between the number one person and the number two person in Darma Corp.

"Ghea ... you still expect it?" ask Akbar with a full gaze probing.

Malik did not answer Akbar's question. There was a pause between the two, only the clinking sound of the clock was heard between them.

"Is it wrong, dad?" Instead of answering the younger brother's question, Malik asked him a question that made Akbar like he wanted to devour the person in front of him alive.

"We can plan to marry whom, but not by falling in love with whom." The answer given by Malik is more than enough to emphasize that he still has a pent-up feeling with Ghea.

"Malik ... Ghea has now become a wife of Haris. You want to ruin their home?" Whether aware or not Akbar seemed to raise his voice in front of his brother.

"If it can make Ghea mine, why not?" The two beads of Akbar's eyes seemed to fall scattered right now when he heard what Malik's answer to his question was a moment ago.

"Brother, do you know what you say?"

Malik only blinked his shoulders as the answer to Akbar's question, indeed this is a very ambiguous answer to be understood by Akbar who has average intelligence.

"If you manage to ruin their household, are you proud of it?" Green veins popped out from behind Akbar's temple and his lower jaw was visibly hardened.

"Of course, it will be the greatest achievement of my life," Malik joked with a nasty smile that never escaped his handsome face.

"Crazy!" Akbar cursed and then without a word left Malik who was still laughing very loudly.

If there is something that Akbar regrets in his life that is why he must be the younger brother of a man who has no humanity.

After Akbar's death from his room, Malik again took his gawa out of his pocket in his suit.

Of course, the point of Malik's attention is currently Ghea's profi chat. "Don't Call Me Malik Ibrahim, if you can't have you."