My love is blocked by your throne

83. The Same Determination.

The Flashback

St. Thomas' Hospital - London.

Willyam Pramudya caught a glimpse of Damaresh who had been sitting in a chair not far from his hospital bed.

"Have you come?" her question is flat. There is no happiness on his face like a sick person who gets visits from family members.

"Yes." a short, volumeless answer was also given to Damaresh for Willyam.

"I think you're gonna be late, because you're busy playing around" said Willyam, who was still reluctant to put his eyes on the handsome face that had always been a pride.

"I'm not playing around" said Damaresh.

"So you're gonna say, if you mean it, then,

that so?" willyam's tone of voice rose slightly higher, a hardened expression also appearing on his face.

"I think so," said Damaresh with a straight look.

Willyam turned his head to look at the grandson, apparently the answer thrown by Damares managed to throw his curiosity to look at the handsome face.

"Just me-" Willyam cut off his mean speech.

"Only I can determine, when you can play games, and when you should really," he continued firmly, there was even a slight shiver heard from his voice when uttering.

As for Damaresh, it had come to his ears intact, very accurate, from his trusted personal intelligence, all of which he responded with the usual, for him no problem, no problem, if the family members have several women to color their days, as long as there is only one woman whose name is listed in the family list and embedded in the marriage book. Of course the place is only for women whose quality is reliable and has passed the feasibility test according to the standards of the Willyam Pramudya family.

Willyam believes that his favorite grandson, who is his gold mine, will not carelessly raise a name to be juxtaposed with his name, in the ranks of the Willyam Pramudya family. Moreover, Damaresh is not a typical traveller love like some of Willyam's other descendants.

But the short answer that Damaresh gave him just now, was enough to ignite his emotions to immediately assert his power. Was it too early to give an affirmation to Damaresh?

Of course not, because he knows, Claudya's only son is not a person who likes to scatter words, what he says is the way it is.

"Remember, you and I are bound by an agreement, how can you make a decision without asking my consent" Willyam said again for the sake of seeing Damaresh just silent on his warning.

Very reluctant, that is what Damaresh feels every time Willyam mentions a covenant.

"What are my duties here, Grandpa?"

The handsome thirty-two-year-old turned the topic of conversation with a question.

Willyam's facial expression was increasingly hardened to indicate his dislike of the actions of the grandson, who seemed to not heed the ultimatum from him. "Did Naila not explain everything?"

And Willyam chooses to answer Damaresh's question with the meaning of also diverting the topic, given the only time left for a moment, for Damaresh to start leading some

meeting, representing her who suddenly had to be treated.

"It has. It's just that I don't believe that grandpa believes in other people so much, it's out of your way" Damaresh said. And immediately bring his body to stand.

"I believe in Naila Anggara in many ways,

especially to accompany you," Willyam said full of affirmation. "And you know, I don't accept rejection" Willyam said, giving a sharp look.

Damaresh did not answer, nor did he move, his net was fixed, leading to Willyam who had just said with determination.

"Why are you quiet?" ask Willyam.

He ended up losing, from his intention to remain silent after giving a slight threat,

because it turns out that Damaresh is more skilled in managing his emotions. Silence, making Willyam unable to resist asking.

"What should I prioritize more at this time

you think, Grandpa? obeying your rules, or succeeding your business agenda here?"

A clever question was uttered by Damaresh to Willyam.

"You seem to want to disobey my orders, Aresh,"

wilyam with a sharp look.

"I know Grandpa won't accept rejection, neither will I." Damaresh said firmly while trying to defy Willyam's sharp gaze.

"Grandfather always said, if my business brain is brilliant, but I also have limits, I can't focus on two things at once. Now according to Grandpa, which one should I be more proactive about? obey you, or succeed your business?" questions as well as threats.

Willyam snorted faintly. It is only Damaresh who always understands his way of thinking, but if all that was accepted gladly, but not this time. He hated it when he realized that his grandson realized what was his current path of thought.

"Go! the meeting is almost starting!"

word's short.

That's Willyam's answer to Damaresh's question,

indeed what is more interesting than the old man now, in addition to piling rupiah and dollars. Damaresh knew that, as he also knew, if at any time Willyam could also act that made the security of his relationship with Aura would be disrupted.

But at least for now, while in town

This London, Willyam will not pressure him to obey his will about Naila Anggara, because Willyam certainly does not want to lose the opportunity to reap as many dollars, if Damaresh is reluctant to run his bianist, while he was still being treated like this.

Flashback off

"Not sleeping either?"

Her outstretched hand stroked softly Aura's hair.

"Sleep again, it's still night."

It was also Damaresh's third speech.

The same actions and speech every time Aura woke up and found herself still not closing her eyes.

Aura glanced at the clock above the nightstand, her short needle pointing towards the middle between number one and number two.

The girl slowly breathed out and immediately sat down right next to Damaresh and rested her body on the headboard.

This action made Aresh turn his head to look at him.

"Why sit down?"

"I want to accompany you" he said without turning his head, slightly fixing his seat to obtain a more comfortable position. "Although I can't feel your anxiety, but at least I can accompany you to stay awake" he said again, looking at Damaresh and giving a smile.

This woman, who was naturally beautiful, with a face this innocent, without any cosmetic sweep at all, but her beauty still radiated radiant, invisible face her pillow at all.

It is unfortunate if Damaresh let the charm of the wife just like that, without showing adoration, even if only in the form of a brief kiss. Yes, it was done by Damaresh, on his forehead, on his cheeks, and on his wife's lips.

He even laid his head on Aura's lap, where with a reflex, Aura's hand immediately stroked her hair. "Still about aunt Claudya?" asked Aura who tried to dive into her husband's anxiety until she could not close her eyes.

"Not really," said Damaresh briefly.

"About work?" ask Aura again.

"Moreover that, No," Damaresh replied firmly, because throughout the history of his leadership at Pramudya Corp, there was never a problem in the company that made him unable to close his eyes.

His nights, which are always passed by work and work, are not about Pramudya Corp, but about something he pioneered in private and secret.

"Then?" ask Aura further.

"About you, Arra."

"Me?" damaresh's answer actually made Aura jump. He looked down at the handsome face of Damaresh who fell comfortably on his lap.

"You've heard clearly, my conversation with mommy" said Damaresh.

"Yes." Yeah."

"That's my family, Arra, who you may have wanted to know a long time ago."

Aura was speechless thinking, he had not fully understood the details of the problem in the conversation or maybe more accurately called the quarrel of Damaresh and Claudya, but he quite understood how the people in Willyam's family were solving the problem, which made him quite shudder in horror as well.

"That's my family. Why don't I ever tell them, because I'm not proud to be born in their midst."

Aura lowered her forehead kissing Damaresh as soon as she saw there was a face wound engraved on her pair of concentrated neutrals, to just give her a sense of comfort.

"That's also why, why I never want to be in a relationship with any woman, because of the complexity of my family, until you finally come, and you mess up all my plans."

Damaresh looked at Aura's face, which still turned to her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that" said Aura Lirih.

"Maybe it's true, as you said before, that this is Fate, yes - even if it's all because of me,"

damaresh said while slightly smiling.

"Aresh, can we not go back to the past?" aura pinta. I don't know, there's always a sense of unease in him when Damaresh blames himself like this.

Damaresh did not answer, his hand was raised and stroked the face of the gentle Aura.

"Now it's time to look ahead, don't look back, anymore" said Aura again.

"You want to keep walking forward with me?" ask Damaresh. Actually he knew, Aura is not the type of woman who will be easy to turn away, his choice for Damaresh is not only based on love, but a form of obedience of a servant to the rules of his god, the rule of his god, who has attached himself to Damaresh in a halal bond of marriage.

Even because of the halal foundation, in Aura embedded love for Damaresh who is not the figure of the priest of his dreams.

So it can be ascertained that Aura will not be able to turn away while both are still in the same bond. It's "halal".

But there are some people who are related to Damaresh, who are blind to the true view of a holy marriage, so consider Aura not a worthy partner for Damaresh, who unfortunately they also have power, so they are not, that could have made the two separate.

This was only known to Damaresh, until he felt the need to question Aura's determination to determine their further steps ahead.

"How should you, Aresh? You're my husband, of course I'll stay by your side."

Damaresh was seen smiling after Aura reached the point of her speech. Although not revealed through the word, but from the smile engraved on her lips is enough to show what the middle of her husband is feeling.

"The question is now, Aresh. Do you want me to keep walking with you?"

"Yes, Arra," Damaresh replied quickly.

His hands immediately wrapped around Aura's nape and pulled her slowly until the face was bowed close, making it easier for Damaresh to vent his desire, sweeping his wife's ranum lips with her wet tongue.

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And after both vowed in the same determination, now they are both immersed in the friendly pagutan, both of them.