Romisa Life

53

Teaching work has been completed. Misa rushes to the parking lot with Cesa to get ready to go home. Both are now in the car.

The car that was riding Misa has been speeding up at medium speed on the city streets.

There was no conversation between the two. Misa chose to be quiet and busy watching the trees on the road that passed her, while Cesa was more focused on driving to the road ahead.

I thought about half a year to marry the lion. The change in attitude is growing, From the beginning very fierce and like to enslave. But now it develops into a lion that sometimes roars unclear, but after that it turns soft and tame. It is fitting that I nicknamed the chameleon lion with his attitude that often changes.

Hah.want until when this fake marriage will continue. Father, mother, forgive Mass if one day Mass is divorced by her. Don't be angry and disappointed. Because it was from the beginning who intended to play this marriage is not the Mass.

Not long ago.

The car at Mass drove slowly as it passed through the towering gate. The view of Misa was still looking out the window, so her gaze immediately caught what she knew and liked.

"Cesa stop here for a second." Pinta Misa stops the car in the middle of the courtyard of the house.

Cesa said he stopped the car right near the park.

"What's wrong Miss?" Ask Cesa.

Misa opened the seat belt, then got out of the car without answering Cesa's question. He immediately rushed to the flower garden which was in the middle of the courtyard close to the fish pond.

Misa's eyes sparkled happily like finding a treasure in her way.

"This is not a black orchid at the exhibition, right?" Enthusiastic beautiful girl, as her hands outstretched holding the petals of black orchid flowers blooming.

Cesa smiled and nodded. "True Miss."

"Mother... I don't dream of Ces? Why is it in this park? And why did I just realize it?" The successive question of the lips of the Mass with fury.

Cesa took a few steps closer to the Mass. "No, Miss, this is real. It's true it's the black orchid Miss wants." Convincing.

The beautiful girl rolled her eyes back around. And it is true that the garden has been surrounded by various kinds of orchid plants with various colors so that it looks like an orchid flower field.

The smile of happiness on the lips of the Mass never receded. He continued to develop his smile it signified an overabundance of happiness.

"Since when this park in magic into an orchid garden while on holiday I relax in the gazebo. Is it possible because I didn't look around so oblivious to it." Murmured slowly at Mass until only heard by him.

"Miss Romisa." Call Cesa aware of Misa who is staring in amazement at a bunch of orchids.

Misa turned her head quickly, with both cheeks blushing. "Ah, yes Cesa. Sorry for my sobbing so daydream."

Cesa smiled calmly. "Miss, will take this black orchid?" Cesa pointed at the black orchid below her.

Misa knitted her eyebrows confused. "Th-you mean? This orchid is already here?"

"yes Miss. I mean Miss wants to take care of him in the room?"

"Well!" The eyes of the Mass immediately sparkled upon hearing the word care. "Can you?"

Cesa nodded steadily.

But the look on Misa's face instantly turned grim, remembering Arga. "But Cesa, wouldn't my husband be angry if he brought live plants into the room?"

Cesa smiled again then shook her head slowly. "Let me prepare in Miss's room by the window of the room."

"You sure?" With a doubtful look.

"Sure Miss, I will take care of this orchid to move into the room. And please Miss go back inside." Cesa was convincing.

"Alright Cesa, I. I went inside first to get ready. Please help, and thank you." Misa then turned around and walked away cheerfully and a smile continued to grow on her lips.

"Miss doesn't know. Though the master himself told me to appoint Miss in order to take care of the orchid in his room." He slowly stared at the passing of Mass.

*****

After from the garden Mass went straight into the bathroom to clean himself and after that he performed the Ashar prayer and teaching.

After a long time of Mass chanting the sacred verses, he came out of the dressing room whose sight was immediately turned to catch the flowers he liked.

"Black buckets!" Misa's enthusiasm sparkles happily. Fled towards him.

The orchid Flower Pot was covered in a transparent glass vase that had been plastered near the window on the flower table, very beautiful and elegant.

"It turns out that Cesa has moved," Misa muttered softly as she observed and touched the orchid.

Arga entered the room and locked her.

After getting a notification on Tang's phone that found the photo of Misa sparkling happily with a gift from him. He immediately asked the Tang Secretary to take him home because of his impatience who wanted to see firsthand the happy smile of Misa.

"Anggrek, oh orchid, grow well." Misa's smile still stood watching, inhaling the fragrant aroma of the orchid flower so that she was unaware of the arrival of Arga who was already standing behind her.

Grep.

Arga hugged the little girl's body from behind.

"Astag." I jumped into Mass and turned around. Yet...

Sreet.

Arga tightened up and hugged her tightly so that the girl could not move or look.

Is this Syila? But... Misa tilted her head in order to sniff the scent of the body of the person who was hugging her. The smell of her perfume is not Asyila's perfume. Then who is this?

Misa glanced at the arms that were coiled around her abdomen as well as the shoulders.

The lion!

His eyes widened when he saw the muscular stocky hand. Instantly his heart raced fast with his body starting to shake creating a red hue on both cheeks.

"My two are home?" Styled Misa nervously.

Arga did not answer him, he lowered his head to smell the fragrance of Misa's hair.

"My husband, anu-"

"You like it?" Arga cuts off the Mass, he makes a sound right in the girl's ear.

The Mass was vibrating more and more with the heat radiating all over her body. Like what? Obviously I don't like being hugged like this.

The Mass was silent because his tongue was twisted, and did not know what Arga meant.

"The bunch, you like it?" Arga laid his head on the head of the Mass.

"Hm. Love it." Misa's chirps are in spirit.

"I'm sorry my orchid brought to my room." Continue in a cautious tone.

Arga gave a small nod so that his chin was slightly bumped at the top of the girl's head.

"Ma-thank you." Misa said slowly.

Sreet.

The handsome man turned Misa so that facing each other, he opened the veil of Mass and threw her on the sofa.

Then Arga held the chin of the beautiful girl with her fingers to be docked towards her. "There's a reward."

"Sir... sud my husband?" ask Misa with widened eyes.

Arga smiled obliquely, his hands turning to cupping Misa's face gently. Slowly he brought his face closer to Misa's face until it eroded the distance between them to put his lips to the red lips of the beautiful girl.

She...he wants to do that again? Misa's reflexes close her eyes so tightly that wrinkles appear around the eyes.

Arga held an amused smile on her lips, upon seeing Misa's face. She's so adorable...

Platakkc.

He deliberately flicked a finger on the forehead of Mass.

"Aww...," Ringis Misa blinked and rubbed her hot forehead.

Arga chuckled happily as he managed to prank the Mass.

"Prepare warm water" he said, turning toward the dressing room leaving Mass bowed in shame.

You liona. Swiping his forehead, and patting both cheeks that felt hot flushed like a tomato.

SERIATE...