My love is blocked by your throne

27. Not Terms But Obligations.

"Good night, sir," the man said as he slightly bowed before Damaresh who had just stepped down from the car after it had been perfectly parked in the spacious courtyard.

"Night, Dirga," said Damaresh to the man who was about forty-five years old.

"I'm happy, sir, to come" said Dirga with a smile, and his smile faded to change the grin on the forehead when he saw the silhouette of the woman who came down from the car also almost simultaneously with Damaresh.

the beautiful woman who wrapped her body in Muslim clothes complete with her wide hijab is now standing not far beside Damaresh.

"This is Aneshka Aura" Damaresh introduced the woman with him to Dirga.

"Good night, Ma'am Aura" Dirga also gave a similar greeting as to his master.

"Good night, sir," Aura said with a friendly smile.

"Prepare a room for Aura downstairs, Dirga!

from now on he will stay here!"

"Well, sir," Dirga nodded and soon passed to carry out his master's orders.

Aura turned to the man beside her after Dirga's death. "This is the employee's message, sir?"

As Aura recalls, Damaresh offers to stay in the employee mess in the Pramudya office building, but now they actually stand in front of a magnificent house that although not in the word very large but from the outside appearance alone, it is, the house, which is dominated by monochrome colors and has two floors, looks so luxurious and elegant.

"Yes. Mess is for you only" said Damaresh, stepping inside the house after gesturing for Aura to follow him.

One word for this house after Aura was in it. Classy, it is the assessment obtained from the whole ranging from interior and exterior design, and,

and all the furniture they use. Aura clucked in the heart. "I'm going to stay here sir?"

"You've heard it clearly,"

Well, Aura almost forgot that Damaresh did not like to repeat his words twice.

"It must be expensive rent money," the remark escaped from Aura's tiny lips.

"You mean?"

"The father will cut my salary to pay for my living here?" ask Aura. He felt he had to make sure everything at the beginning, yes you know for yourself how the unpredictable Damaresh Willyam was. Aura certainly did not want if his salary in a month suddenly scorched just to pay the cost of living in this classy house.

"We'll see, then,"

That answer made Aura hold her breath.

"Master, the room for Mbak Aura is ready," Dirga came to report his work.

Damaresh. "Take Aura to her room!"

"Okay sir, let Ma'am, follow me" Dirga told Aura.

"No sir," Aura shook her head at Damaresh "Before everything is clear in the beginning" he said again.

"I'll think about it, Arra. Tomorrow I'll tell you, it's night, rest!"

After saying that Damaresh immediately went up to the top floor where his room was. While Aura followed Dirga who took him to a main room on the floor.

"Good break, Ma'am, hopefully at home" said Dirga so Aura had stood in the middle of the spacious room.

It turns out that behind its appearance and appearance, Dirga also has its own hospitality.

"Thank you, sir," Aura smiled kindly.

"If you need anything, Ma'am Aura just tell me," said Dirga again before he turned his heels about to pass.

"Wait, Sir!" exclaiming Aura.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"I just want to ask, whose house is this?"

"This is Mr. Damaresh's house, Ma'am."

"That means Mr. Damaresh's whole family is here, too?" tanya Aura started with an unpleasant feeling.

"No. It's her private home, sir, but Mr. Damaresh rarely lives here, he prefers to stay in the apartment." Dirga's description made Aura nod and then smile when Dirga was on his heels for the second time.

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A sip of two sips, the drink entered his crotch, the more obvious it was that there was something different than usual.

"Dirga!" Damaresh called out to Dirga who passed not far behind him.

"Yes, sir," Dirga rushed to his master who was very neatly ready to go to work this morning.

"Why does my drink taste different, not as usual?"

"Sorry, Sir. It was Aura who made. He asked me to teach him to make his favorite drink, Master, and then he made it for him, sir."

"And you let someone else prepare my needs?" Damaresh asked sharply, a question that was at once reprimanded. During his stay in this house, only Dirga used to serve all the needs

Damaresha. Although there was a female servant who came every day to this house, but her job was only to cook and clean the house. And the waiter will be back at four in the afternoon.

As for all the needs of Damaresh including food all taken care of by Dirga who has followed him since childhood. The attitude of Dirga this time who let Aura make drinks for him was very questionable by Damaresh.

"Sorry, Sir." Dirga bent his body.

"I'm allowing Aura, because I don't think she's an ordinary girl to be, sir. Not just friends or co-workers,"

"Where did you conclude that?"

"Mr never invited anyone into this house including the whole family, sir. No one even knows that this is Master's house except for Kaivan.

But now Tuan brought Mbak Aura to live in this house, so I concluded that mbak Aura must be a special person for Mr." said Dirga.

Damaresh did not respond to Dirga's words except to return for a sip of his drink and then signaled Dirga to leave.

But just a few steps, Damaresh called him back.

"Dirga!"

"Yes, Sir."

"I love this drink,"

Dirga nodded with a smile. He understood that his master agreed with Dirga's decision to allow Aura to make drinks for him.

"Is your father ready to go?" ask Aura.

He had just come out of his room and found Damaresh looking so handsome and neat.

"Yes. I'm going straight to the airport to pick up Grandpa, man,

you'll be at the office delivered by Dirga,"

"No need, sir, I'll take a taxi" Aura refused.

"Arra," Damaresh stared intently, not liking his orders to be rebuffed. "You were questioning this house rental all night, weren't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Just follow me, that's the condition" Damaresh said.

"That's not a condition, sir. But it is indeed an obligation." replied Aura with a smile.

"I promise, I will always obey you, for all things. Unless you tell me to do something that is against my religion, I will refuse" Aura said.

No exaggeration, no, that a wife must obey her husband. So Damaresh's request was not a condition for Aura, but an obligation.

"Good, I like that," said Damaresh and immediately twisted his heel stepping out.

"Sir, wait!" Aura chased after the man and immediately stood in front of him.

"What else, Arra?"

Aura smiled, bowed her body reaching for Damaresh's right hand and kissed the back of that hand solemnly. Damaresh held her breath once the tip of Aura's nose touched the skin of her back.

"Prudent, yes" the girl said after letting go

damaresh's hand.

"Should ya do this to me?" asked Damaresh with a hard-to-understand look.

"I've told you this is one of my wives to her husband, yes even though I'm just a 'secret wife' sir"

Aura accompanied the smile in her speech.

"But I'm uncomfortable, Arra,"

Of course, Damaresh was uncomfortable because it was not a normal thing for him, as he remembered he had never seen his mother do that to his father, as well as in other families.

And even more, there was an unusual feeling that came out in Damaresh every time Aura kissed her hand, and that made her even more uncomfortable. Everything that would make him feel bound to the girl in front of him, for now would try to be avoided by Damaresh.

"Mother should get used to it. I also wouldn't do it if there was someone else, anyway" Aura said casually.

Damaresh eventually chose to nod, although there were actually some words that he was ready to say. The man chose to immediately climb into the car that had been prepared by Dirga and in a short time

the car he was riding in disappeared behind a tall courtyard fence.,,