Romisa Life

32

That afternoon. Arga returned home early because he would take his father to the private airport.

"Good afternoon sir. Miss Romisa's home and now Miss's in her room." Greet bi Ane at the main entrance.

Arga gave a small nod and then walked towards the stairs to go to her room followed by Tang's secretary, her heart still filled with annoyance with what had just been seen from Tang's phone.

"What's that?" asked Arga at a glance there was a maid who brought some gift parcels from the Mass.

"That's a gift that Miss gave to the servants" said bi Ane.

"Gift?" Arga astonished with his sharp gaze.

Bi Ane lowered her gaze. "Miss Romisa, get the gift from her disciples master, and give it to us because the students gave her quite a lot, not even Miss took a single gift from them."

Arga was silent for a moment, then he glanced coldly back at the female servant. "Don't show that in front of me" he said.

"Good sir." The lady's servant was scared.

The handsome man again continued his footsteps up the stairs.

Arga's footsteps halted at the door, he turned to look at the man who had followed him earlier. "Go Tang, and take care of father's departure neatly."

"Good sir." Tang looked down respectfully then passed towards the bottom floor.

Chequek.

Arga entered the empty room not finding the figure he was thinking about.

Where's Romisa?

He stepped towards the sofa, but as he passed through the door of the changing room. Vaguely Arga heard the voice of the woman reciting the holy verse of the Qur'an.

Slowly he approached the door of the changing room and turned the handle very carefully. The door was opened only three fingers of an adult, it was clear that the beautiful chant of the Holy Quran greeted his sense of hearing.

Romisa, her voice is beautiful.

Arga peeked one eyeball at the crack of the door, seeing Misa who was wrapped in a face sitting behind her.

Looks like I have to get used to it again in order to properly imitate her.

The handsome man, closed the door slowly with caution. Then he walked towards the sofa sitting down, with his back laid on the side of the sofa and his eyes closed. He let out a long sigh, contemplating drifting in his mind.

Not long after...

Chequek.

The door of the dressing room opened, which gave rise to the Mass.

The little girl turned her back after closing the door.

"Astag." Latah Misa jumped in shock when her gaze found Arga already sitting on the sofa.

Since when did he come home? Why don't I know?

Misa stepped towards the shelf to pick up the slippers, then she got closer to the sofa. The little girl, crouching in a change of Arga shoes with house slippers, had no reaction from Arga when Misa changed her shoes. Arga still closed his eyes and leaned.

Misa raised her face glancing at the man. Is he asleep?

Then Misa got up from her squatting, carrying her shoes to walk towards the shelf.

Misa stored the shoes she held first into the shoe rack, then she according to sit next to Arga who is not too close the distance is only a few feet left.

Arga opened her eyes and looked at Misa with a cold look.

"Open up." Pulling up the veil at Mass.

If anyone comes in, how? Misa rolled her eyes towards the door.

"It's in the lock." Arga said coldly as if he understood what Misa was thinking.

Still pulling the end of the veil. "Open up" he ordered again.

"Both with my husband." With the resignation of the Mass according to open the veil and attach the veil to the arm of the sofa.

"Not that I told you that if you were alone with me in the room, you had to stay like this" Arga said, stroking Misa's long hair.

Misa's body stiffened, shaking as her heart started beating fast again. Singaa are you in a chameleon possession? Why is your attitude always changing?

"Romisa, how do you have fun outside?" asked Arga, grabbing the chin of the Mass to throw at him.

"Yes my husband" stammered Mass in nervousness.

"Tell me" said Arga, rubbing the chin of the Mass with his thumb.

Misa lowered her gaze, her body was trembling with her fingers clutching the skirt she was wearing.

"Tell me, and look at me Romisa," Arga said, pressing, he moved the chin of the Mass so that the views of the two met.

The lips of the Mass were open, slightly shaking. "As my husband used to do, I teach my students, I get teachers' happy days, and gifts and roses from my students" said an honest Mass.

Highlight Arga's eyes still staring coldly. "Then" he asked, who was not satisfied with the story of the Mass.

"I. I give gifts from the disciples to the servants and housekeepers" Misa said.

There was a smile of pleasure from the thin lips of Arga which Misa said was very handsome but quite terrible.

I didn't see it wrong, did I? He was smiling, but what did that smile mean?

Arga took off his fingers from the chin of Mass, he leaned slightly forward to get closer. Then his hand cupped the cheeks of Misa, slowly Arga brought her face closer to the tiny face of Misa so that her breath was also the sound of her heartbeat was heard clearly by the senses of both listeners.

She... What does she want? The Mass was trembling more and more.

Cup.

Arga kissed the forehead of the Mass very gently.

At once Misa's eyes widened rigidly unblinking, her body like a motionless statue of the heart should not be asked again, as if out of her chest cavity.

Arga let go of the stalk, then got up from his seat. "Prepare warm water" he said, stepping into the dressing room leaving Mass frozen.

Huh.huh... Misa exhaled her breath that had been held ever since. He patted his chest softly.

Am I still alive? That's what the lion did to me? My heart, it feels like it's going out.

SERIATE...