Ngumbara Love

The Part 29

"Don't ge'er be a person!" Andhra walked towards Rossi. Automatic Rossi backwards.

"What do you want, don't be like that." He pointed his index finger at Andhra's face. Rossi's body had been bumped into a closet, making him unable to wart anymore. Andhra further advanced the body, so close that his breath hit Rossi's nape that turned his face away. The feathers of Rossi bristled it.

Andhra smiled faintly, there was a tingling taste when she was near this girl, although she did not yet know what it was. To be sure, he was comfortable. Paying close attention to some of Rossi's face then moved to the lips with a mole under the right lip, making Andhra difficult to just turn away.

*No! Don't do that.* Andhra shook her head, trying to suppress her desire so as not to leave a trace of pleasure that she had never felt.

"I just want to take this! But you're in the way." Slightly away from Rossi's body, while showing the medicine box in his hand. Rossi arranged for the oxygen supply to run out, eroded by Andhra's charm, he already felt the heat on his face, trying to dispel his thoughts towards Andhra, because he thought that it was not.

*I thought he was gonna kiss me earlier. Bawdy brain base* Rossi grumbled in the heart while shaking his head slowly. Tighten the chest that has not yet been beating normally.

"Why not just say it!" Rossi said, Covering his nervousness. He saw fresh blood coming out of Andhra's palm. Rossi approached Andhra who had difficulty treating his right hand.

Ask for help cake, there is no harm too, right?

"Here I help!"

Without waiting for an answer, Rossi took over Andhra's hand. He painstakingly cleaned the blood that was still attached, then applied an antiseptic ointment to the wound. Andhra hissed because she felt pain.

"It hurts!" Rossi immediately blew a wound on Andhra's hand.

Andhra was so touched by Rossi's treatment, even his heart was beating.

"Why are your hands turning cold and sweaty, are you still in pain?"  Andhra pulled his hand, afraid of being found out.

"Thank you!"

Short words. Rossi tidied his hair behind his ears to reduce the same awkwardness that Andhra felt.

"The same."

"You're hurt too, sorry!" Andhra grabbed Rossi's wrists which looked flushed, then gently applied an antiseptic gel there.

Don't blow, my heart can melt like ice cream, melted with sweetness

"Thank you!" Rossi smiled sincerely saying it.

"Sorry!"

"It's okay, sometimes someone has to hurt other people as well to share his or her suffering."

Andhra stared fixedly at the girl in front of him, what she said made her pinch.

"I'm sorry, right!" Andhra flatly said she felt guilty, for unknowingly hurting the girl.

"I don't mean to offend, you! I just...!"

"It's okay!" Andhra cuts off Rossi's speech. Both are silent again. Rossi really felt bad to make Andhra offended.

"This is your card!" With his right hand. Andhra remained silent neither receiving nor speaking a word. Actually Andhra wants, tonight someone accompanies. But what he can do, Rossi is the girl who accidentally meets him.

"Excuse me!"

Rossi began to stand up, but why did his heart expect to remain with this man before him.

With a slow step Rossi left Andhra's room. Rossi is still thinking about what feelings he is experiencing at this time, why there is a sense of worry and also pain when Andhra gets injured?

Rossi looked at his wrist again. "Why is this comfort like I've ever experienced." Rossi muttered, he touched his chest with a smile. "Kang Andhra."

A security guard who showed his movements became was was.

"Bak, madam!"

Rossi was shocked.

"Yes, sir! what's up, huh?"

"Bak's fine, right? Smile at your own smile, fall in love again." Guess the security guard named Joko. Down his eyebrows.

"Don't get sotoy, sir!" Waving his hand.

"Sotoy, sir not soto!"

Rossi walked away from there.

"What a difference does it make to try!" Joko scratched her non-itchy head.

Somewhere else.

A woman came home in a state of chaos. The events in the office had drained his entire energy and mind.

"Why has my life always been like this!" Shouted Mella after entering her room, throwing the bag in any direction, until all the contents were scattered. After that she rushed to the bathroom, standing fragile under the shower, hoping that today's troubles were washed away with the water.

Yesterday's problem, it's not over, why should there be any more problems?

Flashback one week ago

'To the boss room now!' that was the short word Ozan said at the time.

With a thousand steps, he rushed into the President's room. And what he saw, Andhra was already sitting on the sofa. There was a sense of relief when he saw that one father's older brother was better. Because of the info he heard, Andhra was treated. For some reason Andhra was easily sick, inversely proportional to his stout stature.

"There's something I can help you with, sir!" Mella said after arriving in the room.

"No need to get stale anymore." Ozan.

"What do you mean by all this?" Ozan throws a brown envelope in front of Mella. Mella who did not understand was still flinching on the spot. He didn't feel like doing anything.

"Take it and see!" Andhra stared hard at Mella.

Slowly, Mella grabbed the envelope and began to open it. There are so many photos of him when he handed over some money to his mother's man.

But the truth is, Mella doesn't know anything. He only got the trust from Hasma to pay a debt to someone. That's what he knows.

"I already believe so much in you! But why do you keep betraying." Andhra looked at him with disappointment. Mella can see that.

"It's not what you expected." Mella tried to explain.

"But that's the truth. You still want to dodge hahh! He's your man. You want to make Andhra bankrupt. Because you want revenge on Andhra." Accuse Ozan.

"No, I'm not doing this!" Mella rebuffs her with tears.

"I'm not lying, I did give you the money."

"Look, you've admitted it, haven't you. Then why did you deny it." With cynical Ozan said.

"I'm sorry Mella." Lirih Andhra's. Eyes glazed. Destroyed already his heart, because it turns out the person who had been thought the family had betrayed him.

"That's not true Ndhra! It's true I gave him money, but not of my own accord." Mella has shed her tears.

"Don't lie, you! Isn't that you. And that person is the one who has smuggled our produce." Ozan's voice rose an octave.

"Yes that is, I am! But...!" Andhra raised her hand into the air.

"Well, I'll give you a week to prove it's not your will. But, if in a week you can't prove it, you have to leave this office dishonorably."

That means getting a letter of dismissal and will not be accepted to work anywhere else. Andhra can do the most terrible thing to people who dare to play with him.

"Ndhra believe!" Mella tried to convince.

"Then from that, I give you a chance!"

"Ndhra, he's been proven guilty. Don't let go of him. Or he'll do worse than this." Ozan can't tolerate it.

"Why did this happen? How do I prove. I have nothing to do with this whole thing!"

Mella recalled the incident at the office. His body slumped to the floor, he held his knees with a tremble. All the accusations were milling about like a pickaxe that broke the defenses of his heart. It's ruined! That's what's happening to his heart now.

I'd rather die like this. Yes it'll be better. I can't stand any of those accusations.

To be continued.