Karma Love

Arrival of Guests

Just now the Emperor removed the hijab of Syila. Inhaling deeply the intoxicating scent of his wife. Gave red markings around his neck.

“Emmh,” sound restrained Syila makes the Emperor more anxious. Buttons of clothes he began to loose, then wanted to lower his kiss, before the voice of a woman thwarted everything.

“Ma-sorry,” Klarisa looked surprised by the scene he accidentally saw earlier. He knocked on the door a few times. There is no lawfulness. He thought that if the Emperor was busy with his office work or Clarisa who did not hear the answer from the Emperor, he was not sure if he was making out with the woman he called a donation requestor yesterday.

Clarisa was upset, there was no way her rival should be such a woman. Far away from fashion.

While Syila who was caught immediately pushed the Emperor's chest strong. Because he was not disturbed at all. The desire that began to boil shifted his world.

“Kai, don't be here, your employees saw it, fortunately women and you're not naked yet!” reject Syila.

The emperor was upset that his pleasure was disturbed, he cursed whoever entered earlier.

“Aren't you going to meet? We can do it if it is at home, do not put on a gloomy face like that,” persuaded Syila by struggling spoiled stroking the jaw firmly a little rough because of the feathers that he deliberately let grow. The Emperor agreed too.

Syila immediately tidied up her clothes, she passed out while crying, I don't know who Syila was looking for. The Emperor was preparing his meeting materials again.

“What are you doing with Lord Emperor?” hadang Klarisa's. He led Syila into a deserted passageway.

“What do you see?” challenge Syila by letting go of Clarisa's grip.

“Heh, it turns out just a cover body, in fact in front of the big boss you open the body!” Clarisa.

“You are inappropriate with Lord Emperor, your level is far off. It's more suitable for me to be with him,” he added again.

“You talk a lot once, Miss? Shouldn't you be preparing for an important client meeting. Why take care of me?” I don't like Syila.

“Far from the Emperor! he's my target!” after saying that Klarisa left.

“What if I deserve him more than you?” make the klarisa leg stop.

He looked towards Shila who was approaching.

Syila looks at the way Klarisa clothes, “Nona—“ is cut with Syila pulling the name tag attached to the Klarisa shirt.

“Miss Klarisa, how could you be more deserving of my husband? still want to compete with his legal wife? is it so unsold that you want to fight over the husband of people?” it makes Klarisa digest, ‘istri’ should his boss is a widower. It is impossible if a boss does a wedding without a reception, without anyone knowing the rest of his office. And what else with a woman like that in front of her. Add impossibility in Clarisa's intellect.

“Wake up, you still dream it's noon!” klarisa.

“What are you doing? You go to the meeting room immediately!” it was shown to Klarisa. The arrival of the Emperor suddenly cut their feud.

The emperor approached his wife. Just from the look in the eye, Syila meant there was concern there. Syila herself did not know what worried her.

Syila landed a short kiss on the Emperor's lips that made him smile.

“I'm home,”.

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After that Syila stopped by at the fruit store happened to be thinning fruit stock.

“Syila?” Shila widened her eyes to see who was approaching.

“Talita?” no less exciting when we meet. They hugged for a moment.

And now they were sitting in the Emperor's cafe not far from there.

“Since when are you here? Not informing me,” Syila pursed her lips.

“New three days, I will settle here,” Talita said.

Syila who heard it was so happy.

“Wait-wait,” he saw the ring on Talita's ring finger.

“You're married?” who was embraced by Talita with enthusiasm.

“Very well! not inviting me,” sulking Syila.

Which Syila was willing to accept. He'll make it at the other store.

“Alright, I have to go my husband has picked up,” said Talita.

“It's done?” the baritone voice as Syila was familiar, and when she raised her face, Syila was even more surprised by the presence of Doni.

“What the fuck? I've left behind a lot of stories huh?” can't believe that Doni and Talita are husband and wife. The two of them just stumbled on a smile looking at Syila's expression like that.

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Short conversation because of the busyness of Doni. Syila looked briefly at the Emperor's cafe which he had not visited for a long time. His place used to spend time to capitalize on his business. This one belongs to her own husband. A funny fate.

Satisfied to go around and greet the employees there, Syila decided to go to the other cake shop. Preparing Talita and Doni's order.

He also checked the data in his shop. And replace briefly the booking part that doubles as a cashier as well.

“Kak Syila?” Syila searched where the source of the voice called her.

There was a man younger than him smiling intently approaching Syila with a few loaves of bread.

“Who?” because as far as he is forced to remember, he actually does not remember at all.

“That's terrible, this sweet flocking is forgotten, Rayhan!” when the sunglasses he released new Syila remembered. High School boy who teases him as a Vespa boy.

His stature changed greatly, the muscles printed on his short-sleeved plain shirt were clearly exposed, his chest became more fielded and contained. And a cooler style. One that did not change from him, his grin.

“Ray? geez, you grew up well,” Syila's remark made the bronis frown.

“Indeed earlier I grew up like what?” ask Rayhan.

“Growing like a plant lacking water and fertilizer, hehehe,” Syila chuckled to herself with her words.

“Kakak is also getting prettier,” her eyes sparkle looking at the woman older than her.

“For your views, you will be diabetic,” jokes from Syila. Rayhan nodded in agreement.

“Kak, meet, ask for phone number dong,” because it only considers as a sister, Syila gave it.

“You long invisible, Ray, or indeed I rarely come here huh?” ask him to yourself.

“Oh that's because I went to college in the land of people. Now go home for internship. Want to intern at sister company,” he explained.

“Emmm great, hope the internship is smooth.”

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A short meeting with Rayhan. Because here he'll be hitchhiking at his brother's house for a while. His father is still in the land of people with his mother. He was invited to intern there, the pretext of missing his beloved country so, his parents could not force.

“Bi, do you want any guests?” at the sight of Aunt Lila was busy preparing the old unused guest room.

“Iya, Non, Sir gave such a task I do not know for sure,” Syila passed to his room. Take the phone left behind and contact the Emperor.

“Iya right, there will be my cousin coming, sorry I forgot not to tell you. Remember to meet him accordingly. Use your biggest hijab,” Syila laughed at hearing it.

The phone closed and before long, at eight o'clock the bell rang. Syila who happened to be in the living room immediately opened the door.

“Rayhan!” astounded.

Rayhan was still gathering his shock, wondering to himself that only his own ears could hear. Was he wrong address, was he straying. Long time no visit what not-don't his house next to this house.

(So much so Ray nyampe stealth turned into an angel, will not find an answer if not directly!)

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