Romisa Life

14

The Mass still filled the bathtub with warm water, and spilled the refreshing lavender-smelling soap so that the fragrance burst out around the room.

At least the scent of lavender calms my troubled mind, due to the attached grandmother and the evil lion. Misa thought she was still spilling liquid from inside the soap bottle to flatten it.

"It's over" said Arga, startling Misa again.

"Well!" Shaken in shock until his shoulders lifted.

Why can't this guy just once not surprise me.

"Already sir" said Misa and turned her body.

"Aaa." Misa yelled to cover her face when she saw Arga wearing a bathrobe that opened a little part of her chest.

Was he not ashamed to boast in front of women?

"Hey, you dare scream like that again huh!" Shake Arga in a sharp tone, then walk past the Mass standing beside the bathub.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm just shocked, you're behind me" Misa said, still covering her face.

Arga threw the towel over the face of the Mass so that the entire head of the Mass was covered. "Open your eyes and shut up."

Misa was stunned by the cloth covering her head, she was about to take the robe down from her face.

"Silence and stand there" Arga ordered again. Making Misa's hand gesture came to a halt, and allowed the towel to keep covering her entire face.

He will command me again, but for what I stand here with him in the bath. Does he think I'm a mannequin?

Moments later, Misa still stood still in her place without lowering the bathrobe from her head.

"Sir, can I get out?" ask Misa who already feels sore on both legs.

But there was no response from Arga who closed his eyes asleep, in the bathtub.

Why not answer? He's still here, isn't he? Misa's eyes blinked behind the towel.

"Sir, are you still not finished bathing?" Misa asked again.

And still got no answer from Arga who pretended not to hear the question of the Mass.

As Misa waited for an answer from Arga, she began to feel arrogant because she was ignored.

Because of his annoyed and curious feelings that did not hear any sound. Misa was about to take the bathrobe off her face.

"What do you want to peek at me in the shower" Arga's sharp cold voice stopped Misa's hand movements.

"Eh," stunned and stopped by the movement of her hand, Misa allowed the robe to cover her entire head. "I'm sorry, I. I think you're out of the bathroom" said Misa Low.

Arga smiled obliquely. "Turn back and close your eyes" he said at Mass. Then Arga got up pulling the bathrobe at the head of the Mass to wear, after which he walked to the shower box to clean himself.

What exactly was the purpose of him letting me stay here. She can shower herself. And I'm just the towel hanger.

After a while later, there was no more water flowing from the shower and also the sound of box doors squeaking open.

Soon Misa turned to bow her head past Arga who had just come out of the shower box, as if she did not realize Arga was still there. Misa took a small towel to wipe her wet hands. Then he went out of the bathroom.

Thought it was out. Misa turned to face Arga.

"Prepare clothes" he said and entered the changing room at Mass.

After a while later.

Arga came out of the locker room and handed a small towel which was received by Misa.

"Dry," he said walking toward the sofa.

A Mass that understands obeys his word.

"If you're sleepy, go to sleep" said Arga and walked out the door.

Yep, who would wait for you.

*****

"What's going on with Dad's health?" ask Arga who is now sitting on the sofa workspace.

"The Big Master is going to be examined for therapy for his legs" said Bi Ane who stood in front of him.

"It seems like a good influence that I married that woman" muttered Arga.

"What else?" continued.

"Madam Lara was arguing with Miss Romisa" Bi Ane said hesitantly.

Arga raised next to his eyebrows, staring for more explanation.

"And Miss easily replied to Mrs Lara's words so that Mrs Lara arrived to be infuriated to leave the place of dispute," he explained again.

Arga rubbed his chin with fingers then smiled grinning.

Attractively.

"I saw the debate firsthand Mr" said Bi Ane still lowered his head.

"really? Good with your hard work Bi Ane, now you can rest," said Arga wagging one hand at him.

Bi Ane looked down respectfully and then left the room that was left behind Secretary Tang and Arga.

"What do you think that woman looks like?" asked Arga then leaned his head against the back of the sofa.

"Strong woman, that's all I can take from the whole thing," Tang replied, raising a question mark on Arga's head.

"Silent! you mean?" asked Arga with furrowed brows.

"I say Miss as a tough woman in terms of her nature and life, because Miss has been abandoned by both parents since childhood, in addition, he can live independently and can buy a small house from the results of his hard work even if he wants, he can buy it from the wealth left by the late master Arya. But Miss prefers the money made from her company, to be donated to charities such as orphanages, nursing homes and build or renovate schools located in remote villages," secretary Tang.

Arga who listened to the explanation nodded small. She has a soul like my mother.

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