(Tak) Bile Sepahit Bile
Section 14
Inside a cafe, a group of wealthy women were chatting while showing off what they had. Property, vehicles, husbands, even bed problems. Laughing, without shame.
"I was granted luxurious facilities by my husband, but ..he was terrible in bed problems," said one of them.
Eva was stunned, glancing sharply at the speaker while sipping her green tea.
"You must need someone who can satisfy you. I'm right, aren't I?" Laugh at them.
There's nothing covered up except the child's problems and Eva's inability to have them. She's waiting for Cempaka to get pregnant.
"Eva, your marriage's been over six years, hasn't it? When did you decide to have children? Come on, we want to visit your big house at the baby's welcome party."
The others nodded in agreement, Eva always said herself and Caesar put off having children because of one thing. He smiled awkwardly, I don't know what to answer.
"Well, we're doing a program right now. I wish I could get pregnant quickly. I also want to have children like you," Eva told a lie.
They embrace each other, strengthening like friends without a cover. Continued eating, also karaoke as if there is no burden of distracting thoughts.
While in the office, Caesar was again busy struggling with his work. Sign the documents after the assistant checks. He opened the phone, smiling when he saw Cempaka's name contact there.
What's wrong with my heart? Every time I remember it, I always want to smile.
Caesar dropped his back on the backrest, looking at the phone in hand imagining what was going on between them. Not Eva, but Cempaka. The girl he had forcibly married.
The door was knocked, then opened, and a sexy-clothed secretary stepped in while teasing Caesar.
"Master! You have to check this too" she said in a voice made sexy.
Caesar scanned from the top of the woman's head to the feet. Imagine if he was a Cempaka. However, the smile receded, when it arrived on his unnatural face.
"I don't like your looks. From tomorrow the office won't let employees dress sexy like you!" cesar's word, shaking hands, drove the woman away.
There are many female employees who often tease him, they are even always ready to be invited to go up to his bed whenever the man needs. Unfortunately, Caesar was never tempted, but also did not forbid their dress.
The woman snorted, turning around in annoyance. Caesar thought of giving a gift to Cempaka. A sexy lingerie in red. She started browsing in online stores, looking around for the clothes she wanted. The smile on his lips rose when he found it.
"Tell him, later tonight he must wear it," Caesar orders Yudi by phone.
"Master!" Arjuna knocked on the door, then opened it. Telling Caesar the schedule of a meeting with a client.
The man got up, came out with the assistant.
"Juna, make the rules clear. From today no more employees wear sexy clothes in the office. No exception!" cesar said firmly.
Juna was slightly stunned, but nodded in agreement in the end.
"Good, Master!"
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"What do you mean, sir? Why would it suddenly rule like that?" yudi muttered after Caesar hung up.
He walked to the terrace, waiting for what was to come. Soon, a courier arrived with a package of Caesar's orders. Yudi received, signed the reception, and took it to Cempaka's room.
The girl was studying her new phone, smiling to herself. Then frowned when a message entered his phone.
Wear it tonight.
Wh-tok-tok!
"Miss, you received a message from sir." Yudi's voice came out, and the curious Cempaka opened the door.
"What's this?" ask Cempaka while receiving a small parcel.
"I don't have the courage to find out what it is, miss. Please open it yourself, I'm sorry." Yudi pulled the door lever shut it.
Cempaka turned the parcel, looking at each side. I guess what's inside.
"What does this mean to the sender of the message, but what does it mean?" Cempaka opened quickly and immediately his breath was restrained when he saw a transparent lingerie.
"God! What is this outfit? Do I have to wear this? Nah! I'll catch a cold if I sleep in clothes like this" said Cempaka, grimacing in horror.
He snatched the phone, typing a reply message for the sender of the message earlier.
Excuse me. Is this Master Caesar? Do I have to wear the clothes you sent me, sir?
The message was typed by Cempaka with trembling hands. Biting lips waiting for a reply. Not a reply message, but a call came in from the number.
"Yes, Master!" greet Cempaka after the phone is connected.
Caesar's heart suddenly thumped at the voice of the girl. What the hell happened to him? Why is Cempaka different from Eva?
"You've accepted it?" asked Caesar coldly.
"Yes, Sir. Do I have to wear that? You seem to have given the wrong gift. Isn't the Madam always dressed like that?" tanya Cempaka pounded her heart waiting for an answer.
Well, he often saw Eva wearing the outfit without shame even in front of the male servants despite being covered in blazers.
"yeah. Wear it tonight, I'll pay a visit to your room." Caesar closed the connection, unable to hold the heartbeat because of hearing the sound of Cempaka. He was determined, normalizing his feelings.
"Eh? The master! Master!" Cempaka called Caesar, but unfortunately the connection was turned off.
"Why you want, anyway. Hm!" He slammed his hands on the mattress, annoyed to see the clothes that lacked the material. Cempaka threw himself down, began to save Caesar's contacts and searched around for the title that was right for him.
While in hiding, Baron walked back and forth restlessly. The money he got from Eva from the sale of Cempaka, has begun to thin out. There was nothing he could do, his posters plastered all over the city.
"Argh! Damnit damnit! I should how? I want to see Cempaka, but the police are everywhere. What should I do!" He cursed himself, threatening with indignation the actions of Cempaka who reported it to the authorities.
If only that night he had not escaped, it would have been currently languishing in prison. There was an intention to kill Cempaka that night, but given the money Caesar promised Eva, he didn't.
"I have to find a way to meet Cempaka. He's got to give me a lot of money." The baron searched for a safe way for him to pass so that the authorities would not find him.
He slammed himself in a wooden chair, thinking deeply.
Brak!
The door of the house opened fiercely, the Baron was already used to it.
"Do something, your money is running low. You said your daughter was married to a rich man, but why is it still so hard to ask her for money? Go to his house and ask for a lot of money. I don't want to know!" the jolt of a middle-aged woman resolutely to the Baron.
He's Heni, Baron's second wife, Cempaka's stepmother.
