My Unique Boyfriend's

Chapter 115 Fever

"Stop." Exclaiming a voice from the other direction, the Reporters turned their heads for a moment, a middle-aged man came along with several bodyguards who had large and muscular bodies. The bodyguards started to break through the crowd of reporters, they made a way out for Mala.

Meanwhile Mala was still down with her body shaking, she did not realize the arrival of someone who was now reaching for her hand and taking her out of the siege of the reporters.

One of the reporters recognized the middle-aged man who was helping Mala, he shouted and made the atmosphere even more rowdy.

"Mr Mahesa, what is your business here, what is your relationship with future wife Arthur Bagaskara?"

"Mr Mahesa?"Another Reporter.

"Yes, that's Mr. Mahesa, the successful businessman, the owner of hundreds of star hotels in Indonesia."

"Mr Mahesa, can you explain why you're here?"

Mr. Mahesa did not heed the journalist's question, he immediately brought Mala into the apartment lobby, while the reporters were stopped by Mr. Mahesa's bodyguards so that they could not follow Mala and Mr. Mahesa.

Stand off..

The elevator door opened, Mr. Mahesa led his daughter's hand into the elevator, the girl was still in shock, she did not even realize her hand was held tightly by Mr. Mahesa.

"What floor do you live on?" Ask Mr. Mahesa to make small talk, he actually knows that Mala lives with Arthur in Arthur's luxury penthouse.

"The top floor." The answer is still in a half daze.

They arrive in front of Arthur's apartment, the girl releases her hand after realizing that it was Mr. Mahesa who had helped her.

"Thank you for your help."He said slowly, he then bent his body, as a sign of gratitude.

Without further ado Mala immediately entered his apartment, he did not want to be with Mr. Mahesa longer, he wanted to be alone this time, even his hungry stomach was no longer felt.

When he entered Arthur's room, he curled up on the giant bed, he hugged his knees tightly, the girl felt a great sadness.

***

Arthur is still busy with his work, but suddenly Rafli enters his room with a panicked face. Rafli turned on the television, news of Mr. Mahesa's arrival helped Mala was already a hot topic this afternoon.

"Shiiit." Umpat Arthur while hitting his desk.

"Raf, cancel all meetings today." Tell Arthur, then he grabbed his suit and got out of his room in a hurry. Arthur rushed home, worried about Mala.

Half an hour later Arthur arrived at his apartment, surprised to see two people dressed in all black in front of his house. Realizing Arthur's arrival the two men bowed their heads in salute to Arthur.

"It seems I've seen them." Inner Arthur, but he immediately entered his apartment and looked for Mala's whereabouts.

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief when he found Mala asleep on his bed, he looked at Mala's face with clinging, his eyes moist indicating the girl had just cried.

Arthur's hand now moved on Mala's face, he stroked Mala's cheek, but something strange happened to the girl, her cheek felt very hot. Arthur put the back of his hand on Mala's forehead. "Gosh, you have a fever." Arthur began to panic, he ran out to the kitchen, after a while he returned to the room carrying warm water, fever-lowering drugs and a basin of warm water to compress Mala.

With painstaking care for Mala, Arthur begins compressing Mala's forehead with a warm towel. "Why doesn't the fever go down, should I call Doctor Lutfi?" Arthur muttered, he grabbed his phone on the table and immediately contacted Doctor Lutfi.

"Yes, there is something I can help you with." Greet Doctor Lutfi as soon as the call is connected.

"When you have a fever, can you come?"

"Sorry sir, I have surgery in 10 minutes. You can take care of him yourself, sir."

"How come, I'm not a doctor where I can take care of Mala?"

"You can compress it with warm water." Doctor Lutfi began to explain how to deal with Mala fever.

"It." Arthur said, he still mengomores Mala with warm water.

"Get Mala to drink warm water."

"But he's asleep."

"Then don't wear a thick blanket and turn off the AC! When he wakes up, give him some heat-lowering drugs."

After the call ended, Arthur followed Doctor Lutfi's instructions, he replaced Mala's blanket with a thinner blanket, several times he forced Mala to get up and gave her warm water. After almost two hours finally Mala fever down, Arthur can breathe a sigh of relief, because he felt tired finally he joined Mala sleeping on his bed.

***

The news of the emergence of Mr. Mahesa and helping Mala was still a hot topic until the night, various speculations emerged about the relationship between Mr. Mahesa and Mala. The news was also crowded on various online media platforms, again netizens attacked Mala unilaterally, they wrote a variety of scathing comments, not a few of them who considered if Mala was a mura*han woman, the report said, they also wrote that Mala was the mistress of Mr. Mahesa.

Mr. Mahesa was already in his house, he was infuriated by the negative news about his daughter, his jaw hardened while reading the comments of netizens.

"Ready press conference now." Mr. Mahesa's orders to someone on the other end of the phone.

At eight o'clock in the evening, reporters invited by Mr. Mahesa's assistant filled the hotel ballroom owned by Mr. Mahesa. They seem enthusiastic about getting the invitation, they are very curious to know what is the relationship between the top businessman and the future wife of Arthur Bagaskara.

At eight and ten minutes, Mr. Mahesa entered the ballroom accompanied by his personal assistant and 3 lawyers at once. They sit side by side in the chairs that have been prepared in the ballroom, the arrival of Mr. Mahesa certainly did not escape the camera shots of the reporters.

In the corner of the room, mistress Marry seems to be holding back her anger, she completely disagrees with the decision of the husband who will announce who Mala really is. Mistress Marry folded her hands on her chest, she looked at her husband from a distance, her face filled with an aura of hatred.

"Basic son of a pesky carrier." The bath while holding back anger.

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