Satuku Hand Husband

Butterflies in the Stomach

Mandala Batara looked into those closed eyes. Oh, so innocent.

"Amadea Kasea, why after meeting you, my wounds, my heartache, my fear of living life with one hand; it disappears instantly? Wh why? I don't know either..."

Mandala kept staring into those closed eyes until she forgot herself. He got carried away. He drew his face closer and...

"Enough! Goody! Great result!" The photographer's screams brought Mandala back to reality.

Oh, if that scream never happened, maybe Mandala would have...

"Done?" Mandala asked in an ordinary pretentious tone even though her first kiss with Dea was interrupted.

Dea's eyes were open. Those beautiful eyes met Mandala's deep eye gaze. Dea's face flushed red. The mandala spontaneously releases that friendly embrace.

Cut off!

Like the director ended this play, then all the friendly scenes were over.

"You don't go straight home, yeah. You will come home later. There is Adit Vina who will meet you. He will take care of all the needs of your new room.

I'll go back to the office. Call me if there's anything. Let you be ushered in Mr. Tono. He's waiting in front." Mandala said sweetly as she stroked Amadea Kasea's hair.

Yes, apparently even though the play is over, Mandala wants to give the last touch of all this sweet story. The goal is clear: for the crew and everyone involved in this shooting session to think they are romantic and sweet. Let them believe that this is real. If this is real.

Amadea Kasea felt a swarm of butterflies flying more and more fret in his stomach. It is wrapped around this strange nuance.

Mandala's soft caress on her head felt real. Unaware he just nodded.

The mandala goes like the wind. He's so nimble. Losing one hand did not change him much. It's just that all the activities that require movement of his hands make it a little slow because it needs adjustment.

Amadea took off her clothes and replaced them with her. In front of the mirror his hand moved to tidy his hair but his brain was empty. His brain feels hollow. It contained only the wind and the name Mandala everywhere.

The sweet scene since the mock marriage ceremony was as if incarnated into a picture of a romantic film in his head. Until when the door of his dressing room was knocked, Amadea just returned to the real world.

"Bu Dea, Mr. Tono is waiting in front." The flap-haired woman greeted him with a smile on her doorstep.

Amadea nodded and returned the smile. He knew Mr. Tono was one of Mandala's private drivers. He knew he would be delivered by Mr. Tono. But it was driven where he had forgotten.

When Mandala spoke to her while stroking her head, Dea was too focused on enjoying the sensation of touch until all the words of Mandala passed like the wind in her ear.

The car kept going. Amadea sat behind the wheel looking at the window with a cheerful face. Her lips were unceasingly smiling.

***

"It's up to Miss Dea." Mr. Tono said hello.

Usually the white-haired man called Dea as Ma'am. But either now he calls Dea Ma'am.

Either maybe because Mandala told me so, or Mr. Tono who took the initiative himself because he knew Dea would soon become Madam Mandala.

Amadea was confused. He was too absorbed in daydreaming until he was not aware that he was not driven back to his home, but delivered back to Mandala's house.

"Loh, Sir. How come here?" Amadea was confused.

Mr. Tono was confused. "Loh, I'm just following orders, ma'am. Said Mr. Mandala I was told to take Bu Dea here because I want to meet."

"Huh? A meeting?" Amadea is confused.

Mr. Tono who was increasingly confused and then pointed towards Adit and Vina who were waiting at the door of the magnificent house.

"Said Mr. Mandala, Bu Dea there is a meeting with Mr. Adit and Bu Vina. That's the guy waiting." Mr. Tono again pointed to the main door where the couple stood.

Dea just nodded then quickly descended after saying thank you.

The luxury car that was driven by Pak Tono then drove away leaving Dea who stood in confusion.

"Hi, Dea..."

"Mom Dea, Dit." Vina nudged her husband's arm.

Adit just grinned.

"OKAY. Mrs Dea, can we start the meeting now?" Adit smiled broadly.

Amadea Kasea who considers Adit and Vina the same position as him is so sad because now they both change. Adit and Vina treat Dea as if she were the boss.

"Wait on! Waitaminute! I don't understand. What are we meeting for?" Dea looked confused.

Adit and Vina looked at each other and laughed.

Adit is an interior designer who always uses his services. Good for this house, office, even a mini store for company products is always the work of Adit.

Vina is a personal shopper. The clothes, accessories, and all the things that Mandalas wear from head to toe are the result of Vina groceries.

Yes, Vina who always knows and understands very well what Mandala needs. He knew the rich man's taste.

Not only Mandala, actually Vina had worked. When Mandala is dating Meirika Jayatri, Meirika automatically uses Vina services arbitrarily. So when they finally broke up, Vina was one of the happy people.

***

Amadea Kasea sat on the wide-sized wooden table with Adit and Vina sitting in front of him.

"Leave a pick, Miss Dea. Don't be confused." Adit showed some concepts for the Dea room later.

Dea held her head and suddenly felt dizzy.

"Dith! First, don't call me ma'am first. Very amused to know. We're friends, loh. You too, Vin. Usually meet at the office or call Dea Dea doang. Don't call me Miss Dea!" Dea's getting upset.

Adit and Vina looked at each other again then they laughed.

"OKAY. Okay. Dea. Yes Dea. Choose which one first. Hurry up, let my team move fast too. Mr. Mandala wants everything ready for H-1 wedding because he wants you to move here on that date." Adit then came back serious.

At the table was lined with examples of interior design images that Adit had worked on.

"Dit, what the hell is this. Let what? The feeling of the room was good and good. Be stuck. I don't need to believe this." Dea looks lazy.

Adit is now upset. "Dea, if you do not want to choose which concept, so I do not work, dong. Later Mr. Mandala is angry. I'm fired. Quickly select now. Which is it, Dea! Please!"

Dea finally pointed to one of the room concepts at random. Adit laughed happily and thanked me.

But it turns out Adit's business is not finished, Dea still has to deal with Vina who is not less gives him many options.

"Dea, I'm not interested in knowing why you want to marry our fierce boss. What is clear is that I like is that you will finally become Madam Mandala, not that fucking Meirika.

Now, where do we start? Yeah, from the bag first. What brand do you want to wear?" Vina offers a variety of famous brands that one bag alone they can sell hundreds of millions.

Amadea Kasea began to growl in frustration. What the hell is this?

"The vin! Vin! Huh, Vin! Oh, yes, Vin. You choose all. I raise my hand." Amadea immediately gave up.

Vina grin. "OKAY. But, Dea. You do not want to know how much money Mandala gives to do your job? You want to know?"

Dea shook weakly. He really doesn't care.

"It's..." Vina held up a Black Card.

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