My beloved, the Princess

Ep. 26

A beautiful morning when the sun hums warmly and the sky lets the blue expanse widen. When the mountains are awake and the winds softly greet.

When the human heart can see. How this day began without laden, without pinta, and without sweat murmured.

When a form of peace can be painted, until the day before and night ends. When the sky is able to calm its splendor without the gloomy colors that boomed.

Nadia squirms in her sleep. Sunlight had been slow to wake him, but as he remembered his room curtain was tightly closed when he went to sleep at 2 am.

His eyes narrowed, the shadow of a man standing behind him was dazzling.

The man turned around, the exposed athletic body staring flatly at Nadia who was still adjusting the light piercing her retina.

"Arlen.." call Nadia slow. He sat himself down until the blanket wrapped around his body came down.

"When are you coming home?" Nadia asked when Arlen had no intention of responding to her call.

Arlen walked away from the window and grabbed his bathrobe.

"Are you sorry?" Nadia asked Arlen who was about to enter the bathroom. Arlen was unmoved, but his steps came to a halt.

Arlen whirled his pearl bead. His lips still refused to answer.

"Are you mute?" Sarkas Nadia's. Arlen seemed reluctant to respond and entered the bathroom with a slight buzz on the door.

Nadia tightened her jaw. "Just because of Ayodhya I don't even touch her every night! Arlen Madana, maybe your death is better!" Nadia's hate speech lay on a door that swallowed Arlen inside.

Nadia got out of bed. He then pulled the curtain of mosquito net in front of him and opened the window wide. Nadia set her bare feet towards the balcony. The thin lingrie-clad body was getting closer to the balcony barrier. Nadia closed both her eyes. The morning breeze was indeed the most able to cool his chaotic mind.

A mobile vibration located deep on the table drew Nadia closer. An incoming message notification is printed on his screen.

Nadia grinned, it seems that the contents of the message changed her bad mood a little better. Nadia typed her fingers agilely. Up to 15 minutes later he smiled triumphantly along with Arlen's exit from the bathroom.

Cklek!

Nadia put down her phone and walked over to her husband. "Today is the schedule of meetings with colleagues from America. Mr. James will be working with Ancorventian." Obviously Nadia was busy wearing Arlen's shirt and tie.

"Are you coming?" Follow him with a question.

Nadia observes for a moment the clothes that fit so well in her husband's body and turns around for a moment to take the suit as a complement. "No! Just us." The answer.

Arlen nodded once. "You don't look well, you better rest." Arlen said of attention. The Madana man then received his bag from Nadia's hand and gave her a kiss on her forehead and lips.

"See you at the office." Arlen turns away and leaves Nadia in silence.

Long Nadia remained standing in her position. Then he looked back at the window. "Although just a pretense at least do it right! Humans are naive."

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"Her friend!" Greet the Madana girl.

Dhea who finally understood that Nadia was actually the one who ordered her special service, chose to leave.

"Is that how you serve guests? This hotel should fire you immediately and replace with a better person!" Threaten Nadia with ease.

Dhea turned around and stared flatly at Nadia. He bowed his body and said, "Is there anything I can help you with, ma'am?" Tawar Dhea with his professional attitude.

Nadia smiled in oblique fashion. He got up from his bed and approached Dhea and fixed Sutopo's woman's clothes that were a little untidy. "That's how the servant's duty should be." Scornfulness.

Nadia picked up her bag then intended to get out of her Suite room.

"Did you come just to insult my work?" Dhea asked flatly, successfully stopping Nadia's footsteps that were almost through the door.

Nadia turned around and laughed. "Thank God you're not stupid! I just want to make sure you don't work here tomorrow! Because if I still find you here, then I'm gonna destroy this hotel." He threatened to leave the room completely.

Dhea clenched her hands. Not the first one that he was treated like that. Nadia, her best friend always complicates her. 10 times she works then 10 times also Nadia will destroy her efforts. A pal? Maybe Nadia is better if she is called Monster.

Dhea left the room immediately. He then went to the locker and changed his clothes. Nadia never messes with her words. The Madana girl once threatened Dhea to drop a restaurant that became her fourth job, and when she ignored Nadia's threats, the restaurant was no longer intact the day after the threat was aired.

Dhea doesn't want to involve anyone anymore. It wasn't that that scared him, he just didn't want to owe anyone an apology.

Dhea finished changing her clothes. He wrote a letter of resignation and rushed out of the hotel.

And once on the ground floor, Dhea activated her phone and typed Sabian's name there.

Tutt's.. Tutt's..

"Hello?"

Dhea was surprised when she heard the voice of the woman who lifted the Sabian phone, she checked her phone again maybe she had made the wrong call, but not Sabian's name clearly written there.

"Dhea?" Call that voice again.

"Godhy." Dhea called back.

"Did you miss my girlfriend?" Ask Ayodhya in an amused voice.

Dhea was silent for a moment. "Where, Sabian?" Ask.

Ayodhya long answered. "He's taking a shower. Wanna call?" And bargain with courage. Intend to test Dhea.

Dhea who was not that stupid to fall into the trap of Ayodhya just a small snort. "I want to see you!" Next, change plans.

"Wow, me?! Okay where?" Ask Ayodhya who accepts Dhea's invitation.

"Secret Garden Palace." Sahut Dhea who then closed the phone without waiting for an answer from Ayodhya. He then stopped the taxi and headed for the appointment.