Romisa Life

50

After dinner, Misa returned to her room. While Arga turned towards the workspace.

Brucks.

The handsome man threw himself on the sofa, leaning his back and head against the side of the sofa.

Secretary Tang who is still busy with a laptop screen on the workbench, for a moment he glanced at his master and then looked back at the laptop screen.

Huh... Arga let out a rough sigh then looked resentfully at the man who was busy working.

"But." Call Arga firmly tucked in an annoyed tone.

What else is it, sir? Don't you see, I'm busy. I am still angry with Sir. Two of my phones were broken in the throw master.

But Tang did not push Arga's calls and preferred to focus on the laptop screen without making any noise.

Arga was staring intently at the man who looked busy with his work.

"But! I'll call you quiet. Do you need to see an ear doctor!" Arga said a little jolting.

Tang stopped the movement of his fingers on the keyboard. He rolled his eyes towards the front.

"What's up, sir?" asked Tang with a flat expression.

Huh... Arga again let out a rough sigh.

"I want to learn to play Tang's guitar" he said.

Tang's eyebrows slightly raised next door. It's not that master isn't interested in such a thing.

"Why do you suddenly want to learn to play the guitar?" Wonder Tang.

Arga closed his eyes, tilting his head to the sand. "I don't like Romisa praising Egi playing the guitar, I saw her Tang earlier," he said with a huff.

Sir, can't the jealousy of the master be unkind.

Tang sighed softly.

"Well, I'll find the best teacher to teach you how to play the guitar." Tang.

Instantly Arga opened her eyes and got up from her seat and walked up to the man at the desk.

Puk.

He patted both of Tang's shoulders firmly."Good idea." Arga said at the end of the smile.

"I'm in the room, you're home late at night." Her welcome then turned towards the exit leaving Tang who was staring at her disappearance with a cold look.

Tang shook his head slowly after Arga's departure.

"Sir, sir, after knowing love your attitude becomes strange sir."

*****

In the room.

Arga entered the room and did not forget to lock the door. His eyes he circled to look for the presence of the beautiful girl in the room, and his gaze stopped right at Mass who sat on the television carpet turned his back.

There was a smile on her thin lips. With a slow step he approached Mass and sat behind her. Arga's arms stretched out in a circle to embrace Misa's slender belly, but the girl in the arms was still busy examining a pile of files whistling the disciples' duties.

"Calcus... Brother again check the assignment. So don't bother Brother." Speak Mass without seeing the person who hugged him.

Arga leaned over her body and placed her head on the pretty girl's head to see what she was doing at Mass.

Feeling the embrace in her stomach feel tight, Misa ducked glancing at the arm. Instantly he was confused.

Not if Syila his hands are not as big and big as this, who is this?

Misa raised her head up. Misa's eyes widened rapidly. "Well!" Climbed and the pen reflex that he was holding fell apart.

"Sua-husband.miku," stammered the weak Mass.

Arga turned his head down looking at that looking face. She let go of her embrace then turned around and sat down on the sofa that was behind her.

The Mass still did not move sitting under the carpet.

"Come here" said Arga, who knew exactly what he wanted.

Sreet.

With a quick movement of the handsome man, immediately pulled Misa's waist to be more docked to her seat.

"Open up with me." Pinta Arga pulls the end of the veil.

To which Misa was directly followed, Misa opened her veil.

"A company to watch a movie" said Arga took a remote tv. Then light it.

Arga leaned the head of the Mass on his shoulders and hugged him from the side. While the girl in his embrace was frozen stiff with a face as red as a tomato.

"Two.miku, not a horror movie." Tweet Misa while looking at the tv screen that displays horror films.

"Be quiet, you just need to accompany me." The word Arga stroked the hair of the Mass gently.

It's always his attitude. Change and I don't know what his original attitude was.

Misa and Arga watch a horror film that sometimes makes the girl scream when she sees a ghostly face appearing, Arga just chuckles at the frightened face of Misa.

"My husband, bi-can you change the film?" Pinta Misa with a voice trembling in fear while covering her face with both palms.

Come on. Why would you watch a movie like this. You're gonna scare me off a lion. With your attitude alone I'm afraid not to add to my fear anymore.

Arga sighed softly, drawing Misa's hand that covered her face.

"It's been changed," said Arga pointing at the television screen with his chin.

Misa glanced slowly with a look of alert eyes for fear of the tv screen featuring other films. Instantly a sigh of relief came out from his lips.

Arga again stroked Misa's hair. "You're so scared of ghosts as it turns out."

Misa glanced and smiled awkwardly. "Their faces are frightening and.and the look on his sharp eyes." Like you lion.

Chuckles softly. "That's all you're afraid of."

Obviously you will not be afraid, because both the owners of the sharp eyes. Misa smiled looking straight at the television screen without making any more noise.

"My husband, it's been a week and I haven't seen dad. Where's daddy?" ask Misa in between watching.

"Singapore," answered Arga briefly.

Misa looked up at her head so that it moved away from the backrest on her shoulders. But then pulled back by Arga so that the head of the Mass remains on his shoulders.

"Why go abroad?" ask Misa wonder.

"Medicate." Answer Arga slowly.

"Thank God if you want to struggle with his recovery" Misa said smiling calmly.

Arga glanced at Misa and noticed a small smile. It's thanks to you Romisa.

There were no more conversations between the two during the film. And Arga still faithfully stroked the tender long hair of the girl in her embrace whose head of the Mass was still on her shoulders.

Because he felt the softness of Arga's hand rub slowly Misa's eyes closed feeling drowsiness that eventually fell asleep. While Arga still did not realize that Misa was asleep he was still busy watching tv.

"Romisa, why are you quiet?" asked Arga who felt the silence from earlier.

But there was no answer from the one asked. Slowly, Arga looked at the face of the Mass

"It's true that I fell asleep." He mumbled a small smile.

Arga sighed the tiny body of Misa, then with great care he slowly lifted the little girl's body to be moved to the bed and laid her on the bed not to forget she also covered the body of the Mass up to the shoulders.

Arga turned off the lights of the room that changed the lights and went up to the bed lying next to Mass.

With a sideways position facing the sleeping beautiful girl. Arga folds one arm into a head pad with the eyes constantly looking at the peaceful face of Misa and occasionally gently rubbing the white smooth cheeks.

Romisa. You are like the air, which I must get for me to live. Fuck those divorce terms and conditions, Romisa.

After Arga was satisfied to look at the beautiful face of Misa. He closed his eyes with one hand hugging the little girl's body.

SERIATE...