Consorts of the Heart Mr. Billionaires

Consorts of the Heart Mr. Billionaires
Chapter.12 (Feeling Aril)



Slowly Arumi squirmed from inside the blanket. When his eyes opened, he saw the left side where Alfaro was last night, now it was empty. Yes, such is the fate of a woman who married without being loved, after Alfaro was satisfied, he was immediately abandoned.


Arumi stepped down from the bed, picking up one by one her clothes scattered on the floor. His eyes were round when he saw the clock on the wall of the room that showed at seven in the morning, with a thousand steps, he went straight into the bathroom to clean himself.


Maybe last night he was too tired to sleep for so long. After finishing the bath, he immediately put on clothes and dressed up his potluck. Her long hair was allowed to break this time.


As he was about to get out, his sight suddenly caught a small box that was on the table of sleeping lights. He returned his steps, and took the box that turned out to be a mobile phone box.


"What is this for me .... Yeah, this must have been my replacement phone yesterday, it turns out she actually replaced it." Arumi pulled the phone out of the box, he was immediately stunned when he saw the phone in the box was the latest output phone with an apple behind it.


Arumi again continued his steps when he realized that time had become increasingly tight. So rushed he reached his high heels and stepped down the stairs barefooted.


Arriving below, he paused for a moment to take a breath. Bi Ranti also immediately approached Arumi who had been waiting for.


"I don't think Miss wants to go to work today" said Bi Ranti when she was in front of Arumi.


"Can't be Bi, I'm still a new kid, the time is truant" Arumi said as she put on her shoes.


"Sir Al advised, you should not just work today, Miss" said Bi Ranti.


"I have to stay in BI's office, excuse me." Arumi again continued his steps out of the main door of the Mansion.


Bi Ranti looks at Arumi's departure until she disappears from behind the door. Until he finally realized that he had forgotten to offer breakfast to Arumi. Hurriedly he catches up with Arumi to the front, but while on the terrace, he no longer sees the whereabouts of the person he is looking for.


"Oh, there's no more."


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After walking a few meters away from the Mansion, Arumi saw a taxi car driving from the opposite direction to her, just called. Fortunately, the taxi was empty without passengers.


"Sir, take me to the WB group yes, hurry sir!" arumi.


"Ready Non." The driver immediately gasped into the address that Arumi said earlier.


Finally Arumi could breathe a sigh of relief. He resuscitated his body on the back of the car seat, and closed his eyes again for a moment. Actually his body feels very tired but he still wants to go to the office, because today he will make his first presentation.


...***...


Arumi opened the planning department room with a sweaty forehead, instantly all eyes were on her.


"I'm sorry, because I'm late sir" Arumi told his team leader.


"This time I'm sorry, next time you don't be late again" said the team leader.


"Okay sir, thank you."


Arumi walked towards her desk. He put down his bag and sat directly behind the table to start his activity. Bima who had been waiting for Arumi's arrival just approached him.


"I don't think you entered today" Bima told Arumi.


"I was misfortune ... oh yes, have you completed the development report?"


"Just calm down, I'm always on time." Bima turned to face his desk to pick up a map, when the map was in hand, he just gave it to Arumi, "Here, Here, hope your first presentation at this meeting goes well."


"Huh, I hope, honestly I'm really nervous."


"Stay focused and passionate."


"Every colleague Bima."


"Oh yeah what about your phone?" ask Bima suddenly.


"Mr Al replaced it this morning" Arumi said.


"This morning? Did Mr Al come to your house or what?" bima asked confused.


Arumi suddenly became stiff. He grumbled to himself, why did he get so lost like that. For a moment he thought, what was the right reason to say to Bima who was waiting for an answer from him.


"Oh, is he sorry too?"


"Ck, anyone seems to want to admit a mistake by apologizing" Arumi decak.


"Have forgotten it, the important thing has been changed, where the phone I want to see," pinta Bima.


Arumi took the phone out of her bag and gave it to Bima. Bima was immediately flabbergasted in disbelief because the phone Alfaro gave to Arumi was an expensive phone costing tens of millions.


"Wow .. if it's like this, I also want my phone to be stepped on by him."


"About if it's sold, this sells some?"


Bima immediately turned to look at Arumi, he did not understand why Arumi asked like that.


"Do you intend to sell it?"


"If it is expensive why not," said Arumi.


"Don't ever think about selling it, what if Mr. Al suddenly asked about this phone and wanted to see it, you could be in trouble" said Bima.


"Ah yes you are right, thank you for reminding me .. enter your phone number on that phone, I haven't had a single contact yet because my SIM card was also damaged along with my phone yesterday.


"okay."


Bima started storing her phone number in Arumi's new cell phone contact section. When the number is saved. Suddenly he squinted his eyes when on his name was written another name.


"You said you haven't had any contact yet, and whose phone number on behalf of this Hero is this?"


"What!"


With a quick movement Arumi grabbed back his cell phone. He thought Bima was only joking but it turns out that the mobile number on behalf of Hero is indeed in the mobile phone contact section. Arumi could already guess if that number must be Alfaro's mobile number.


What the hell, why does he keep his own number in the name of Hero, does he think I think of him as a hero, inner Arumi.


...****...


In Alfaro's room, Aril was sitting opposite Alfaro on a sofa in the room. Not to talk about work but now Aril is listening to Alfaro talk about Arumi.


Several times laughter came out of his mouth. Aril begins to feel that Alfaro is attracted to Arumi. The changes that he currently saw were too significant, from Alfaro who after divorce turned into a cold figure and now gradually recovered with the presence of the laughter that had once disappeared.


"Do you know, I keep my phone number on his phone under the name Hero, I can already tell how his face looks when I see that name on his phone." Alfaro's laughter rang out again, making Aril, unable to resist asking.


"Master?" call Aril.


"Huh, what?" said Alfaro who has now switched to see Aril.


"What is possible .. You have started to open your heart to Miss," said Aril hesitantly.


Suddenly Alfaro's facial expression turned serious. He was silent for a moment, trying to digest all of Aril's words. But no matter how much he thought, he still tried to dodge when the signs began to feel present in him.


"Ck, are you kidding me, where might I open my heart to her. For me now, that sincere woman will never exist. Even that innocent girl was willing to climb onto my bed just for what if not money, all for money and money" Alfaro said.


Aril looked at Alfaro very intensely. He tried to find the answer to what Alfaro said. It seemed like the feeling was still shrouded in a fog of trauma of failure in the past, until Alfaro himself was unaware of what was beginning to tickle his heart.


"Are you sure?" ask Aril to clarify.


"Hey! You're why, I'm just having fun with my toys, why are you being so serious about this, getting back to your desk." Alfaro got up from his seat and started to step off the sofa towards his desk.


Aril's gaze followed Alfaro's steps, inexplicably the more days, the stronger the feeling. There was one thing that Aril was afraid of if it really happened. That is, if Alfaro realizes his feelings at the wrong time or when Arumi's heart has been filled by others.


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