
"For Miss Bee" said Gilang.
"Morning," Bee replied briefly densely and clearly. The woman seemed to be busy with the files on her desk.
"Oh yes, I brought more supplies earlier. So this is just for Miss," said Gilang to deliver a small rice box with the contents of two loaves of bread inside.
"Make me?" Bee slashed his eyes suspiciously.
"Yes Miss Bee, to you" said Gilang.
"I have breakfast, Sir. Just give it to Rara," Bee refused subtly.
"Weh, kindly. Here sir for me." Rara picked up the rice box quickly from Gilang's hand.
Shocked, her face turned cold as Rara took the box violently. Though he had gone to great lengths to make Bee breakfast in the hope that the woman would accept him.
"Thank you Mr. Gilang, yes often," the seductive Rara blinked her ignorant eyes.
While Bee held back her laughter. She was afraid of other men, her husband had spies. If Bastian finds out she's taking food from someone else, he could go berserk again. Understandably, he is still a boy so his thoughts are also still children.
"Yes equally Miss Rara," Gilang replied imposing a smile on her lips. Yet another in the mouth of another in the heart.
Gilang sat back at his desk. The young and handsome manager looked annoyed when Bee refused his gift.
"It's true Mr. Bara said, if Miss Bee isn't as easy as I imagined. He was difficult to approach," muttered Gilang glanced at the serious-looking Bee with a file on his desk.
She smiled cunningly when she saw Bee. He was indeed Bara's man to oversee Bastian's company and snatch Bee from the young man's hands.
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Bastian got out of the car, his legs leading him into the skyscraper. He had just returned home from out of town and had directly come to the company without returning home.
The young and handsome man could not wait to meet his adult wife, a week like a year. Even though every night he heard and saw the woman's face through the mobile phone screen, he was still not satisfied. Longing gushed into his chest.
"Sir, where are you going?" ruah asked as Bastian was about to step towards Bee's room who didn't know from her room.
"To my wife's room, where else is she?" cetus Bastian's.
"Sorry sir, you better not be rash. It will be discovered if Miss Bee is your wife" Ruah warned.
"She's my wife, indeed" Bastian replied quickly.
"But all employees don't know that Miss is your wife, Sir," Ruah explained once again.
Bastian instantly regained his senses, the man exhaling his coarse breath. She forgot that no one knew about their marital status.
Bastian stepped inside his room. A week of business trips makes him not concentrate on work, let alone his mind continues to wander thinking about his wife. Afraid that the woman would be approached by another man.
"Give me my wife" Bastian said.
"Good Young Master."
Bastian breathed out a rough breath. The man looked frustrated. The share price in the company fell dramatically. Many investors withdrew their investment money and broke the rope of cooperation with Bastian company. This is all Bara who deliberately offered high stock prices so that he left the Bastian company.
"Sister doesn't know who I am yet. Maybe for now you can win, but next time. I'll make sure if Brother cries blood" said Bastian smiling devil.
Bastian doesn't matter if Bara wants to take whatever belongs to him, but Bastian won't stay silent if anyone dares to disturb Bee's life. Bee is his wife and the woman he loves the most in the world. No one can take Bee from him including Bara.
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Kening Bee shriveled in wonder, naturally knowing who this man was.
"Siang Brother, what's wrong?" bee asked, looking at her husband's assistant. Is Bastian home yet?
"You called Young Master to his room, Miss."
Bee looked directly at Ruah. Unknowingly the woman stood up from her seat. His heart was racing, the man he had missed these few days finally came home and came to see him.
Without a second thought the woman breezed out of her room in a hasty step, so that made all the employees in the room were astonished to see her except Rara who already knew.
"Bas, you're finally home" Bee murmured quickly.
Bee went into her husband's room. His eyes glazed over to see the young man sitting on his oversized chair. He really misses the annoying figure who always makes his blood tension rise.
"Bas."
Bastian raised his gaze. The man stood up from his seat. His eyes are also glazed. They had only been separated for a week, but why did it feel like so many years.
"The one."
Bastian stepped closer to his wife. His gaze did not turn on the woman who was 7 years older than him.
"The one."
"Bas."
The two hugged each other tightly. Bee was unable to hold her day, the woman to tears when her late husband sat down. Bee thinks without Bastian he can live. But in fact, just a week apart from the man he had felt chest tightness.
"I miss you, Bas. Very," said Bee solemnly from his deepest heart.
Bee, who does not believe in the word love, is met with a unstable man like Bastian. She's a traumatized woman from a violent past. His heart was broken by the many realities. She's a woman who doesn't fall in love with feelings. But his meeting with Bastian seemed to be able to change all the feelings that could not exist.
Bastian hugged Bee even more tightly when he heard that she missed him.
"I miss you too, Ayang," said Bastian.
Long enough the two people hugged each other, releasing all the longing that was expanding inside the chest.
Bastian releases his embrace, his hands clinging to Bee's face. Whatever she really loves this woman. Bastian didn't know when exactly the feeling grew. Just being with Bee she felt like someone. When everyone does not believe that he can do everything, but Bee shows the real world to him and always believes that he is back there is a willingness to try there is always a good result.
"What did you say, Ayang?" ask Bastian again.
"I miss you, Bas," Bee said with tears in her eyes. I don't know, why it feels so comfortable when that burly hand rubs his cheek.
"Don't you already love me?" bastian asked to confirm his wife's feelings.
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