Romisa Life

39

After his second performing the dzuhur prayer.

Misa came out of the locker room door, dressed in full veil. "My husband... emm... Can I go down?" tanyanya looked doubtfully.

Arga who was standing not far from the sofa, turned to give him a cold look without answering.

Misa still with her wish, she stared at the melas. "I just want to drink ginger tea. So can you?"

Hurry and say you can. Don't just shut up.

Arga stepped towards the sofa, and sat down casually with her legs slightly open. Still staring coldly. "The waiter will bring him here, you don't have to go down."

The girl was not aggressive with her wishes who wanted to leave the room. "Just for a moment, my husband," asked Misa while cupping both hands in front.

And it's like it's quite successful to sulk in front of Arga.

Huh... Arga sighed softly turning his face the other way for a moment, then looked back at Misa. "All right." He answered as he stood up to the little girl who was not far from him.

Romisa smiled happily at the permission, he was about to turn around to walk towards the exit. Yet...

Grep.

Arga suddenly took Misa's hand and slightly pulled her out of the room together.

Romisa was stunned, staring at the fingers of his hand that Arga held. She's holding me? Singaa, what's wrong with you? Why did you turn out like this?

The two walked together to the bottom floor, and down the stairs.

Downstairs many people seemed busy with their respective duties, the waiters who went back and forth to clean up the house as well as the chefs who had fought in the kitchen to prepare lunch dishes.

Misa's footsteps came to a halt right in front of the wide-open kitchen door, her eyes squinting in confusion as she looked at the faces of the foreign-looking chefs instead of the chefs from before.

What the hell's going on? When did the house change cooks? Not even one old cook.

Bi Ane who was standing not far from where she was standing, the middle-aged woman's gaze looked very attentive to the cooks' performance moves.

He bowed respectfully as he realized Misa and Arga had just entered the kitchen area. "Miss Romisa, sir. Is there anything you need to get Miss down to the kitchen?"

Misa smiled kindly. "I just want to drink ginger tea."

"Well I'll get the chef to make it."

"Thank you, Ane." The one with the head nod.

Arga pulled back Misa's hand and led her towards the dining table, telling her to sit on the chair she had drawn.

"Wait around." Arga said after sitting Mass in the chair and without waiting for a response from the beautiful girl, Arga turned to walk away to the workroom.

Where the hell is he going? Misa's astonishment saw the handsome man's departure that was getting away from her.

"Please Miss her ginger tea," Bi Ane placed the teacup on the front desk of the Mass. And stand beside the chair. "How's Miss doing?" tanyanya looked worriedly.

Misa looked up and smiled. "I'm fine bi." Then he cupped a teacup to sip the water, and at the time of drinking tea Misa's gaze lowered to the bottom of bi Ane's legs which happened to be the woman wearing a skirt under the knee.

Misa's eyes immediately widened surprised to find a bluish bruise on bi Ane's leg. And...

Brakes.

With Reflex he put down the cup quite roughly, then immediately got up from his seat crouching down to look at the bruise more closely.

"Miss!" And it made bi Ane jumped in shock about to distance himself from the Mass, when Misa's fingers were about to touch her feet. "Miss no, don't be like this." Panic bi Ane.

Sretti.

With a quick movement Misa held bi Ane's feet until she remained standing in place. "What happened bi? Why bruise like this? Looks like a new bruise, why not treat bi?" A row of questions came out of his mouth without caring around, he was busy picking at the bruises on bi Ane's legs which seemed to start to blacken.

"Miss don't be like this, please sit back, sir can see it. Please Miss, sit back. Don't let you see it." Melas bi Ane bowed down to squat but it was difficult because his legs were held firmly by Misa.

Is this the work of the lion? But he's been in the room with me all day, or this is the cold secretary. But why would he do something like this to bi Ane who was older than him?

Misa got up from her squatting. "Bi sit down." Striking bi Ane to the empty chair she had been sitting in.

"But Miss-"

"Ah, not Miss. I'll sit down." Bi Ane complied with the awkward attitude of sitting on the chair.

Misa glanced at the female servant who was standing not far from them. "Servant." call him.

The maid approached the Mass with her head bowed respectfully. "Can I help you Miss?"

"I'll have bruising medicine cream and ice cubes right away" said Misa.

"Well Miss," said the maid and left.

Not long after that the maid came back to face with a tray filled with as requested by Misa.

"This is Miss medicine." Proposing trays.

Misa received the tray, on the tray there was a glass bowl containing 1 bag of Ice Bag and 1 small bottle of medicinal cream for bruising.

"Hold this bi." Misa gives bruising cream to bi Ane, then suddenly...

Sretti.

He crouched down again, sitting under the chair that bi Ane was sitting in. Then he began to attach the ice bag to the bruised part.

Rebellious eyes bi Ane was shocked by what Misa did. "Miss! My lady please don't be like this, you'll see." With a voice of fear.

The lion and the lion again. Misa's hand grips were squeezed firmly on the ice bag, her teeth tightening furiously.

"What if he saw her!" Shouted the Mass that has been filled with frustration with the narration of bi Ane who continues to say so.

"Romez." Call Arga from behind who is walking towards him.

"Eh," jumped Misa instantly petrified on the spot until the handle in the ice bag weakened until the ice bag fell under her feet.

Arga pulled next to the arm of the beautiful girl who was sitting down squatting, to wake her up and then he sighed Misa's body which was still frozen stiff to sit her in a chair.

"I told you, wait, why are you doing this huh," he said annoyedly, glancing sharply at bi Ane who was already standing back beside the two.

Misa was still afraid. "Sorry..," he paused for a moment, he let out a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry my husband. But... But I can't bear to see someone else get hurt, who hit him? Why did he get that blow? I can't bear to see it" Misa said slowly holding back her tears.

Arga rubbed the head of the Mass gently.

"Tang." insisted Arga on the Tang Secretary who happened to be standing behind him.

"Yes, sir." Tang took one step forward with his head slightly bowed.

"You've seen. Don't be like that anymore" he said coldly. Then Arga held the arm of Misa. "And bi Ane, treat your wounds. Then prepare lunch."

"Good Mr. Arga."

Arga led the beautiful girl to walk towards the dining room exit. "Go back to the room."

Misa stopped her movement as she was about to pass through the Tang Secretary.

"Secertary Tang" called Misa lifting her face staring.

Tang did not answer just staring silently.

"Where's cesa? I didn't see it."

But Secretary Tang was still silent not opening his lips to answer the question, just staring indecipherable.

Arga stared intently at Tang for the man to make a sound.

Understand the sharp gaze of Arga. "Cesa has gone home, Miss. So you better get back to rest quickly and hopefully get well soon," Tang said with a flat face and a cold tone.

Misa sighed softly. "When I was so worried about it" he murmured and turned around.

Arga, who was still holding her arm, heard the murmur and stared dislikefully at the beautiful girl beside him.

He was still thinking about others, but he was also hurt.

SERIATE...