Mr. Sherkan's Cold Wife

Chapter 38 Y&A

The main Mansion of Gaddafi (Hana's father)

Mr. Gaddafi's main room

When the sky is still dark.

The breezy aroma of the wind in winter is smelled from every corner of the room, the cold atmosphere of the army is felt and seen, for some people hours like this is the most appropriate time to further submerge themselves.

but for some other people, this is definitely the most appropriate time to wake up and carry out their activities.

in the windows and glass doors are still visible remnants of rainwater that began to dew in each section, adding to the cold atmosphere of the morning on this day.

the sound of bells placed on the windowsill rang out melodious melodious breaking the clear morning silence still darkened, and the, the melodious sound of bells shaped exactly like bamboo lined up on each side increasingly clashing with each other adds to the beauty of the morning sound accompanied by the chirping of birds that passed by earlier.

In the color of the morning that is still quite dark where the smoke of cold air is seen starting to thicken, soon winter will arrive, people are sure for a moment again the weather will change Extreme enough when entering winter.

And believe me the smell of the morning even still leaves the smell of the rest of the rain last night where the ground floor looks moist and the roof still looks wet remnants of the rain water last night.

The occupants of the mansion had yet to fully wake up from their respective sleeping positions, they were still quite too in a state as if reluctant to wake up following the weather that further submerged them into a deep clash.

On one side of the mansion building, a middle-aged woman walked over with a Stagger moving from the lower floor carrying trays on both sides of her hands towards the upper floor.

He rushed into a room where both hands held a tray containing drinks and also morning food in it.

He thought he would wake his master, he, the man said there would be an important meeting of the company this morning with several boards of directors as he would decide who would serve as the new CEO for Gaddafi company.

"Master?

The woman spoke slowly, trying to shift the giant wooden door layered with a mixture of gold, he moved inside carrying the tray in his hand and approached the large table on the left side of the bed where his Lord was still asleep.

However strange when he called the word master there was absolutely no answer he heard.

For her it is not usually the old man did not answer his greetings in the morning, until finally the woman thought maybe the master was really asleep in his sleep, after he placed the tray from his hand onto the table, he approached master Gaddafi slowly, slowly, intending to wake the man up informing him if the day really has been noon for the size of the company or office workers.

But just as he tried to call and gently touch the body of his master, suddenly the woman froze due to circumstances.

"Akhhhh"

The shrill cry breaks the silence of the morning, and believe me the atmosphere instantly turns tense and gripping.