Romisa Life

62

Misa has arrived at the fitting house with the echo of the voice of adzan magrib. He got out of the car and headed straight for the room.

Chequek.

Misa opened the door of the room wide. "Thank God he hasn't come home yet" he murmured when he found the room still empty.

He walked into the depths of the room. "I'd better pray the magrib first to prepare to welcome him home" murmured Misa as she passed into the door of the dressing room.

Misa cleansed herself and did not forget to take water wudu to perform the magrib prayer.

At this time the beautiful girl was still wearing a towel robe in front of the wardrobe whose door was wide open.

"What's this?"

Her forehead shriveled in confusion as she looked at the red dress with the upper part open from the shoulder to the arm but looking very pretty.

Take the red dress and reveal it for a closer look. "Who's this? Why is it in my closet? I've never worn a dress like this?"

Cracks.

Misa roughly linked the dress back to the closet hangers.

"Who put it here anyway? Does the lion have a mistress so that her dress is left in my closet." Oceh Misa brushed her lips when she imagined Arga was actually with another woman.

"Ck, why would I regret imagining if the lion was with another woman, it's up to him. I'm just his fake wife." Oceh Misa again while rummaging through the contents of the closet to pick up sleeping clothes and wear them.

After dressing neatly in long sleeves, trousers, Misa carried out her obligation of praying magrib.

After a while later.

Misa had finished performing the Isha prayer, and also had dinner with her sisters Arga because Bi Ane said that Arga told Misa and her sisters to have dinner first.

By the time Misa had returned to her room, she stepped closer to the black orchid that looked fresh in the pot.

Her fingers touched the flower petals. "Black jack. Is it true that Rina told me that I'm in love with the lion?" Misa spoke to the plants as if they could answer.

Hah... let out a long sigh, Misa looked the other way. "But where maybe the feeling of being about to explode is called love.When she is so scary, I'm just scared, not love." Another ocehnya.

Then he turned his gaze to the wall clock attached to the wall. His eyebrows frowned slightly at a loss as he looked at the clockwork showing 9 p.m.

Tumben he hasn't come home at this hour? Does he want to stay with the mistress of the red dress owner? Why am I so upset when I imagine it?

Then Misa...

Bugh! Huh... He flung his body over the long sofa and let out a long breath looking straight ahead.

"It's peaceful, but why does my heart feel like it's running agonizing and painful in this chest. What's wrong with me?" Misa muttered while patting her chest.

Tok.dok.

The sound of knocking on the door made Misa immediately turn her head quickly. "Who?"

"I'm Bi Ane."

Misa got up from her sleep, still sitting on the sofa. "Why Bi?"

"Sir Arga is at the gate."

"Ah, i-yes." Misa walked quickly towards the door and exited the room.

He walked a little hastily towards the lower floor accompanied by Bi Ane who was following from behind.

Huft... Misa set her breath when she reached the front porch of the house, and did not forget to widen her lips to put on a sweet smile.

And not long after that the black luxury car stopped right in front of the terrace in front of the Mass. Secretary Tang got off the steering wheel and opened the car door for his master.

Uh, did I make a mistake? Why did he become cold, since from morning until now not look at me.

"Miss Romisa, sir is going upstairs." Said Bi Ane resuscitating Misa from her daydreams sculpting dumbbells.

"Eh i-iya bi." Misa turned around and walked half-run after Arga who had climbed the stairs.

Chequek.

Arga entered the room, he stepped toward the sofa and sat with his legs crossed and arms slid to the arm of the sofa to support his head.

The Mass is still standing in the closed doorway.

Was he angry with me, but what was my fault?

The beautiful girl walked towards the sandal rack, approached Arga and squatted down to replace her shoes into house slippers.

Misa stepped back onto the shelf, saving the shoe onto the shoe shelf, but her pensive mind thought of Arga's cold attitude toward her. He stood pecking beside the ornamental sideboard.

"Why are you there, come here." Arga's words were firm but sounded cold.

The tone of his voice was also very frightening it seemed like the lion was going to roar.

Mass approached and stood before the man.

Sreet.

Arga pulled Misa's arm so that the girl glared in shock because she had been sitting on her lap.

"My husband."

Misa was about to rise from her lap but Arga pulled her waist, trapping her body so that she could not move at all.

What lion are you doing?

Misa's body suddenly shook frozen with a look down not strong looking at the sharp eyes of Arga up close which could have made her heart really jump out.

Arga lifted the chin of Mass with his fingers so that their gazes met and the girl's face looked up at him.

"What are you doing today?" Arga asked thickly with intimidating.

Misa was still silent without a sound, she was unable to make a sound because her tongue felt stiff and mute, her body was increasingly trembling in fear.

"Java!" Sentak Arga.

Making Misa blink, closing her eyes tightly with frowning eyebrows. Singaa don't waddle in front of my face. Why are you roaring like this.

Realizing the change in the body's response and Misa's facial expression looked terrified. Highlight Arga's eyes slowly dimmed, then his fingers gently turned tracing the entire face of the girl on his lap.

"Where are you going Romisa?" Arga said slowly.

Hearing that slightly soft tone of voice, Misa opened her eyes whose gaze was instantly rubbed with the look of Arga's eyes.

"I-I-I went to the wedding of the daughters of the secretary." The Mass is still accompanied by fear mixed with surprise.

Arga was still staring coldly at Misa's eyeball.

"Who?" Arga asked in an intimidating tone and still traced Msa's face with her fingers.

"Our other teachers...,"

"Tell me." Arga continued while opening the veil at the head of Misa and throwing it beside the sofa.

SERIATE....