Romisa Life

37

The Putra Group Company.

Secretary Tang entered the workroom of his superior he stepped forward standing before the table. "Sir, there's news from Cesa, about Miss Romisa." He said after greeting with a respectful bow.

Arga stopped the activity of flipping through the documents held by him. He lifted his face and stared intently for further speech from Tang.

"Said Cesa, Miss Romisa is unconscious." Tang spoke full of caution.

Sreet... Brakes.

Arga immediately got up from his seat, and the understanding Tang secretary picked up an office coat hanging from a pole in the corner by a large glass window, and he put it on his master's body. Then Arga immediately walked out of the room with long steps followed by Tang behind him.

With the handsome man's haste, passing through every corridor ignored every greeting from the employees which was already common to the employees if their greeting was always ignored by Arga, who was always ignored by Arga, so that no one seems suspicious of his attitude.

Arga had already exited the skyscraper, he entered a luxurious black car whose door was opened by Secretary Tang.

Blams.

After closing the rear seat door, Secretary Tang half-turned around the car to get in and sit on the steering wheel. Without waiting any longer, the black car had sped through the streets.

"I've called Kevin's doctor and he's on his way to the host's house" Tang said, calming Arga, who was visibly irritated in the back seat.

"Tang, you can't drive huh!" Jerak Arga rising.

"Speed the right steering," continued Arga again with a high tone tucked by anxiety.

Huh... Tang sighed softly with a straight-forward focused look.

Sir be patient Miss is only exposed to allergies not to give birth.

"Where is Romisa now?" ask Arga.

"So Cesa said it was still on the way it seemed to have reached home, sir," explained Tang with eyes still focused on the streets.

"Tang..," furious Arga sharp.

Tang who understood the furious growl, he immediately increased the speed of the car until it reached a high speed.

*****

The House of Arga Putra.

The luxurious black car had entered the courtyard of the house, and stopped right in front of the porch of the main entrance. Tang got out of the car and opened the back seat door.

As soon as Arga rushed out, he hurriedly walked past the servants as well as the guards who greeted him at the entrance.

Arga continues to climb the stairs without caring around because his mind is currently filled with anxiety by a little girl named Romisa. While Secretary Tang chose to stay downstairs and ordered all the chefs, bi Ane was also Cesa to gather in the study.

Brakes.

The handsome man, pushed quite roughly the door of the room that was already partially open. He stepped into the bed, where on the bed was a little girl lying weakly, with a man standing there watching from the end of the bed.

"Get out you Egi!" Firmly Arga accompanied by a sharp gaze.

"Why brother, he's my Mass. I want to see it" Egi chimps coldly.

Arga's firm jaw hardened, he increasingly gave her a sharp look. "I'm her husband, out Egi!" He said, it makes the man named Egi can not dwell or say anything more.

Blams.

The handsome man in the high school uniform, finally relented turning around to step out of the room while covering the room door violently.

Arga climbed into the bed, approaching the body of Misa who was still unconscious.

Chequek.

The door opened again, opening a doctor with a female nurse who walked over to the bed.

"What is this Arga?" ask Dr. Kevin.

"Hurry and check on my wife" said Arga, who was in bed with Mass.

The female nurse that Kevin had brought in began to examine Misa and afterwards she gave the results to Kevin.

"Why are you silent? Hurry up tell me what the outcome is?" ask the impatient Arga.

Doctor Kevin read the results of the examination, he turned to glance at the petite girl lying down, and was about to hold her hand to see the red patches that appeared on the skin. But neither had his hand touched a clash stopping him.

"You dare touch my wife!" Jerky Arga doesn't like it.

Looking fast, Kevin still bowed with his arms outstretched. "Please Arga, I just want to see red patches on her skin."

Arga stared fiercely at Kevin's helping hand. "You can get your assistant to do it, without touching it."

Kevin gave up, he straightened his back. "Alright, alright, claudia please show Miss Romisa's skin to me." He put his chin up.

"Nice doc." The nurse lowered her hand, and showed the reddish patch to Dr. Kevin.

"Hmm. enough," Kevin the mangosteen.

"Just tell me what the outcome is?" asked Arga firmly and impatiently.

"I ask you how you got him up and healed" said Arga.

Doctor Kevin opened the bag he was carrying earlier, he took out a syringe as well as a medicine bottle. "Alright for a while, Calaudia please inject this on him, and here's a cure to relieve in case of a rash." He gave it to his assistant.

The woman's nurse applied the liquid from a cotton swab to the skin of Misa's hand, preparing to administer the injection.

Arga's eyes sharpened in horror, when he saw the long needle that would puncture Misa's skin. "You give him an injection, it can't be just medicine."

"Can't Arga, your wife's allergies are serious enough. So you have to give him an injection" explains Dr. Kevin.

"But you hurt him with that injection!" Jerky Arga.

Oh my, how can an Arga Putra be like this after knowing love. Kevin let out a long breath, shaking slowly.

"It's for Arga's sake, if he's not injected, it'll be fatal to him" explains Dr Kevin.

Huh... Arga exhaled a rough breath, then turned his face away from seeing the process of injecting a needle that pierced into the skin of the arms of Misa.

"Come out, you" Arga said after seeing that Kevin's doctor's assignment was done.

"Alright, Mr. Arga Putra. I've finished his business. Remember if your wife happens like shortness of breath or unconscious again just call me, I say goodbye first," said doctor Kevin lowered his respect and went out of the room followed by his assistant.

Which left two people in the room.

Arga got up from the bed walking towards the door to lock her up. Then he went back up to the bed to sleep sideways facing Misa. He opened the veil at the head of the Mass and put it around the bed.

"Romisa get up" said Arga, stroking Misa's long hair gently.

"I told you to get up, not sleep." His hands turned to rubbing cheeks.

"Romisa who allows you to sleep on, wake up." said Arga began to despair because it did not get any response from the Mass that was still limp.

"You want to argue with me Romisa. You have no right to argue with me, wake up Romisa."

And Romisa was still silent with his eyes closed, not showing he would wake up.

"You are stubborn, you want to argue with me" Arga said, wiping away the sweat that soaked Misa's forehead.

Arga's face drew closer to the pretty girl's face, she anchored her lips kissing gently on her forehead, and both of Romisa's cheeks.

"Mmm..," Slowly both eyes of Misa blinked open, and at the moment her eyes were wide open whole. The first thing he saw was Arga's face with her face until their eyes met.

"Eh." Si-lion?

"Finally you wake up Romisa" said Arga in a sigh of relief.

Mass's eyebrows shot up next door, rolling eyes around him. "I where?"

"You're in our room."

Arga cupped the side of the girl's face with both hands, then brought her face closer to Romisa's face by sticking her forehead to the forehead so that their breath met their gaze also met.

"Don't be like this again Romisa, I don't allow it" Arga said slowly.

Slowly Arga moved his head, he put his lips back on the forehead of the Mass and grabbed, tightly hugging the girl's body.

While the Mass that was treated like it had frozen, his body shook hot with cheeks as red as tomatoes. "My two, bi-are you. You let go of her embrace, this is too tight." The Mass that felt crowded.

Arga let go of her embrace and gently rubbed Misa's hair. "What do you feel? Is anyone sick?" his tanned look at the pretty girl's tiny face.

Romisa shook his head slowly. "Just a little itchy on the skin." Misa said while scratching her neck, and she accidentally saw the back of her red clucked hand.

His eyes bulged in shock, staring at the backs of his hands. "Astagfirullah, the chatter has appeared!"

Then she felt her lips that felt thick like never before.

"My lips are swollen too."

Arga chuckled amusedly, stroking Misa's hair gently. "Doctors already give cream medication, wear it if it feels rash."

Again the Mass was confused with the unusual gentle attitude of Arga. Then in his mind came a person when he was last unconscious.

"My husband, where's Cesa?"

Hearing the name, immediately Arga's eyes turned dark there was a glint of dislike.

"Don't blame him my husband. Cesa didn't know that I was allergic to shrimp" Misa said, staring at the melas, as she looked at Arga's facial features.

Arga rubbed his cheeks gently down to the thick lips of Misa. "Make mistakes deserve punishment, or at least warning" he said coldly.

I hope Cesa is okay. My feelings were bad, and it was stupid of me not to realize there was shrimp in that stock.

"Now, rest Romisa," said Arga fondly stroked the head of long hair.

Romisa nodded slowly, then closed his eyes but the mind was still conscious, one hand Arga circular hugged his body from the side by closing his eyes.

SERIATE...