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Section 22

"Eh? Mr ...." Cempaka screamed as two women led him into a building. He knew it was a salon, from its name. Only, he was still confused especially the man who brought him did not participate in.

Caesar moved his five flat fingers while commenting on a smile. Wanting to laugh at the expression on Cempaka's face that paled in confusion.

"Ah, Master! Why are you sitting there? Not coming inside?" He held the door post with his head slightly raised.

Caesar did not respond, he winked mischievously making a check on the pole detached by itself.

Brugh!

Prangs!

I don't know what's going on, and what's going on in there. Caesar did not care, he laughed gracefully while shaking his head. Playing mobile phones, removing saturated also curious to see the results of the salon waiters beautify Cempaka.

Cempaka fell into an urn until it broke apart. He grimaced at the salon waiters who actually chuckled feeling funny with the behavior of a big wife.

"Come, Miss. Take it easy, we won't hurt you. Master wants us to give you the care of your bodies. Jedi, just relax. About beauty leave it to us!" said the manager while helping Cempaka to move.

"Emh! About that ... How much does it cost?" He whispered near the salon manager's ear.

The beautiful and graceful woman chuckled while closing her mouth.

"Ah, no need to worry. Come!"

Cempaka smiled bitterly, it must have been an expensive urn. He grimaced, timidly following their steps into a room.

While Caesar, still sitting playing the phone. He frowned when Eva contacted him.

"Darling, where are you? Why isn't she in the office?" asked Eva spoiledly. He sat at Caesar's desk replacing the man.

"Where are you?" Caesar asked without looking worried.

"I'm in your office bringing you lunch, but you're not there. Your secretary said you went in a hurry with Juna," Eva replied twirling Caesar's oversized chair.

She smiled, that chair was what she wanted. If only he could have a child, half of the company's stock would be his.

"Wait around! I will return" Caesar said without waiting for Cempaka to finish.

He goes out and invites Arjuna to return to the office.

"Sir, what about Miss?" ask Arjuna worriedly.

"I'll just be a minute, once my business is done we'll be back here again." Caesar sat in the car.

Not wanting to argue, Arjuna took the car out of the parking lot of the building. This was seen by the salon manager who felt jealous of Cempaka.

"Are you really someone special to Lord Caesar?" tanyanya. He crossed his chest staring lightly at the woman who was doing the hair treatment.

Cempaka glanced at her though painstakingly. His brows were clutched in incomprehension, for a moment he was being kind, but now he was so rude and his gaze was very condescending.

"Why, Miss?" ask Cempaka kindly.

He laughed mockingly. "Why? You ask why? Of course you don't deserve to be his wife. A village woman, tacky, and has dull skin is also dirty. Oh, I know ...." Both of the women's eyes were wide.

Other employees laugh while still doing their jobs carelessly.

"Argh! Why so rude?" cempaka screams while holding his hair that is pulled violently.

"Well, this is what a salon looks like, miss. You must never have gone to a salon. Oh. I forgot, I definitely don't have any money." They laugh back.

Cempaka could not bear to linger there, not only his humiliated self, but also his pride was trampled on.

"Stop! I'm going home!" tell Cempaka on the hands that play with her hair.

"Sorry, Miss. We can't stop because you already paid for it." They forced Cempaka's head to hit. He grimaced, his tears falling unstoppably.

If it wasn't for that bastard Baron, she wouldn't want to be the wife of a man who already had a wife. Holding back the cries, and the screams of heart, Cempaka let them hurt her.

He immediately threw the towel on the floor, and looked at the salon employees who looked indifferent.

"What is this for you guys to get paid for? Did the owner of this salon order you to hurt me? Is this a salon job? Pulling the customer's hair to splatter, combing it rough even harsh words and ridicule? What for this you are hired? Treading someone's self-esteem, while you know nothing. Aren't scrap mugs better than you because they never demean anyone else!" sarcas Cempaka poured out anger.

"What do you mean?" The manager unraveled the folds of the hand on the stomach, staring unhappily at Cempaka. And so did the other three employees, so much did they hate the woman.

"I think you are educated people. You also get a great salary from your work, but your attitude does not reflect at all the people who have been in school." Cempaka looked bravely at them.

"Bad! Know what you know about education? I'm sure elementary school alone you definitely didn't feel it!" sahut the manager kept making fun of Cempaka.

"yeah. You're right, I didn't go to school at all. I just regret your arrogant and-" attitude"

"What's this?"

Cempaka's sentence was cut off by a stern voice interrupting. Following on, a clattering of steps was heard entering the room. The four workers' faces paled instantly when a middle-aged woman with an elegant and fashionable look was in the room.

His eyes scanned Cempaka, looking at her red and watery face. Then, switch to the manager and the three workers who are with him.

"What are you arguing about? I heard Mr. Caesar came to visit and he brought a special someone. For that I came," said the woman jerking the bodies of the four people in front of Cempaka.

They lowered their heads, not really expecting the salon owner to come.

"Sorry, Miss. What the hell's going on? Why are you falling apart like this?" ask the prospective owner to pay attention to Cempaka from top to bottom.

"You can ask your own employees, Madam. Or you can see it from CCTV. I think this salon has it," said Cempaka without taking his eyes off the figure of the manager who boughtak fear.

"Oh, good too! If so ... anyone want to explain before I watch it?" The elegant woman looked up at her workers, waiting for a while hoping that one of them would answer.

"None of them? All right, I'll see it." He turned around and whispered to the assistant who was with him.

"Mrs ...?" Their tongues were mute, instantly silenced as the woman's hand was raised.

"Make sure they don't go anywhere!" He faced Cempaka who was standing, watching his chest rise and fall.

"I'm asking you to wait too, Miss." He nodded politely, then left the room.

The assistant invited Cempaka to sit down to rest, while they were left standing restlessly.