Karma Love

Bringing Him Home

After a long drama, Syila finally wanted to be brought home by the Emperor. After closing the shop. Desas desus the officers of Shilapun heard into Syila's ear earlier. The highest question is the question of Syila's relationship with the Emperor. Cool widower full of charm, why can get to the store Syila who just opened, they were both in Syila's private room for a very long time and also they went along with the Emperor who was embracing Syila's waist, even though the time was good night.

''Because of you, my employees have become mindless.'' The chat in the car was opened by Syila who immediately blamed her husband.

''You forbade me earlier to confirm our relationship to them, did you forget that?'' Answer Emperor.

There was no answer from Syila anymore, indeed Syila who immediately took him away when the Emperor tried to answer the questions of his employees earlier.

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Cars enter the elite home area, a large house with a variety of elegant designs.

Syila fused her eyebrows together, like she had been here, but she did not remember the exact incident.

''What's up?'' Asked the Emperor who was ready to go down but he paused when he saw Syila was still sitting sweetly in the car seat.

''This is your house?'' Ask Syila.

''This is also your home.'' The Emperor's reply made Syila's heart warm.

They're in, empty of no one.

''Kai, are you alone in this big house?'' Ask Syila again.

''I have one housekeeper, maybe he's resting. It's getting late. And two security guards.'' Honest Emperor.

''No, I mean your family?'' Syila straightened out the question.

The Emperor walked into the kitchen, took the water and drank it, and refilled it in the same glass, giving it to Shila who continued to follow him with eyes exploring the contents of the Emperor's house.

Syila welcomed him without protest because she did not know it was the former Emperor.

''I was alone since my grandfather died, and Dad was appointed to continue the central company. My father, mother and brother settled there, I chose here because it was hard to take my business off. You know, I'm a widower, I used to have my first wife here too.'' Obviously Emperor.

Hearing the word 'my first wife' to the heart was like a bit of a pinch. Syila dispelled that feeling.

''What does your wife hurt?'' Syila who suddenly became curious about her husband's past.

The Emperor looked at Syila, his second wife who was a long way from him, more like a high school girl than his wife.

''Can we just rest tonight?'' The Emperor shied away from Syila's question. Not because they do not want to answer just uncover the story and then it is the same as reopening a newly closed wound. The emperor was not ready yet, what else considering his first wife went with his future son as well. That made the Emperor shut himself off from any woman.

As for what Syila had in mind, perhaps the Emperor did not want to open his past because he still loved his late wife. Do not want to feel the longing separated by death.

A little disappointed, but who is it? Only a stranger is forced to marry because of his father's will. Syila also has a dark time that no one else wants to know.

''Alright, show me where my room is!'' Syila answered.

The Emperor took Syila to his room, a room without any photos. Syila sniffed the scent of the room. 'I feel like I've smelled the scent of this room.'

''What's up? Your face flushed red, are you admiring my good looks?'' The emperor dried his hair with a small towel.

''Kai, I slept in the guest room.'' Pinta Syila hesitated.

''Why ''Why?'' Emperor's astonished. Of the few women who tried to approach him, some even openly willingly wanted to be his bed warmer one night, only Syila who seemed reluctant to be close to the Emperor.

''We are husband and wife, why sleep apart?'' Flagship moves out.

''Emm I don't know Kai, it's just...'' Syila scratched her non-itchy temple, confused to explain where her heart was coming from.

Syila just needed time to convince her heart. Sharing a room with another man every day seems like he is not ready. What if the Emperor asks for his right. Syila is not ready. His heart is still numb. No taste, no color.

As she could read what Shila was thinking, their current position, Syila was sitting on the side of the bed, and the Emperor was gathered in front of her, Shila was a little surprised by what the Emperor was doing.

The emperor took Shila's hand in his hand. It felt warm in his grasp.

''I know you're still limiting yourself. I don't want to promise you anything, Syila, let my attitude tell you how I will be. Don't raise that barrier again for me, I promised your parents, let me try to keep my promise to them. At least you let me and gave me that chance. If what you're afraid of is a husband-and-wife relationship, I won't ask for that right, until you're ready for it.'' The Emperor said sincerely and gently. Shaking Syila's heart as hard as a rock.

Shila replied to the Emperor with a shady look, which he had never done. Only the ferocious, hurt and sorrowful gaze that the Emperor had seen all along.

''Sleep here.'' Persuade the Emperor again with his face made clear.

Not wanting to be lulled, Syila tried to melt the atmosphere back, Alright, already do not change your face from the face of a crocodile into the face of a marmot so.'' Back to his sanity.

The Emperor smiled again at Syila's teasing, Is my face really like a crocodile?''

''Yes, Mr. Crocodile.'' Syila wanted to leave the position that made her unable to resist the charm of her husband.

''I am not a crocodile, it is suitable for men who can not be loyal, while I, I am very loyal.'' Proud.

''I already want to sleep. Tomorrow's the first day my cafe operates.'' Crop Syila.

''You don't want to change your clothes?'' Ask the Emperor again.

''I bring change only for tomorrow, if I wear it now tomorrow I have no change of clothes.'' Syila.

The emperor stood up, carrying Syila in a storage room for clothes, shoes, bags and other accessories.

''Your tree is right over there.'' Syila was not sure. She opened the beautiful glass cabinet. And right row of women's clothes hanging neatly there.

''This is your first wife's shirt?'' Sarkas Syila I don't want to wear it!''

''Hey, are you even jealous of someone who's gone?'' The Emperor smiled, This is all new clothes, just a little, I asked Aunt to buy it for you. My late wife's clothes aren't here anyway. Her stuff has been donated, so you don't have to be jealous.''

''I'm jealous? Haha it's impossible! You're expecting too much Mr. Javier Mahendra.'' Shila passed by carrying a set of her pajamas.

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