Satuku Hand Husband

Move over

"Mr Mandala?" Amadea cried out in her heart as soon as she read Mandala's name on her phone call screen.

The beautiful girl bit her lips. He was so distracted with his mother and all their regular debates that he forgot that Mandala's message had not been able to reply.

Taxis continued to drive to Mandala's home address as Dea directed. Meanwhile, Dea was still clutching her phone nervously.

"H-hello?" Amadea finally picked up the phone call.

Ah, after days of not meeting and hearing the heavy noise of opium, Dea could finally hear it again.

"Hello, Dea? I sent you a message but you just read it and didn't reply. Everything okay?" Mandala's voice sounded anxious, or at least it sounded so.

Dea did not immediately answer but just smiled.

"The dea? Hello?" Finally Mandala called again because from earlier Dea did not reply.

"Eh, mmm, I'm fine, sir. I mean Mas. I never got to reply to a message because I packed my suitcase. I-this is me again in the taxi. I moved into the house today." Dea.

There was a faint sound of sighs of relief from the Mandala.

"I think why. Yasudah. I was still at home checking Adit's work with Vina. But now in the car to the office. We'll meet up tonight.

Later you will be helped by Miss Lulu. Know, right? He's the butler at home. Adit same Vina has come home too just now. Anyway, your room is as clean as you want." The mandala sounded hurried.

Dea was just about to open her mouth when Mandala hooked up again.

"Dea, I hung up, yeah. I got to the office and rushed because there was a business magazine interview. I want to publicly announce our marriage in a few days. Bye."

Click!

Then the phone call ended. Although only a few minutes, but at least Dea finally heard a song sound that silently shadowed in his head for days. A heavy and opiate voice called her 'honey' in front of Meirika Jayatri and the entire crew of the pre-wedding session.

"Mr, turn right, right? Do you have an access card? Public vehicles are prohibited from entering. Must wear an identification tag of the person who lives here." The taxi driver just broke Dea's beautiful daydream.

Dea then looked forward and saw the security of this elite complex blocking the taxi he was riding.

"Oh, here. I'll take the card." Dea hurriedly opened her bag.

Yes, Mandala who gave him an access card to enter this area of his house because soon he lived here too, right. Even if only Madam pretended, Dea would still be Madam Mandala.

The complex is heavily guarded. Obviously, the one who stayed was not a random person. In addition to Mandala, among them there are ministers' children, lawmakers, famous businessmen, national TV boss deposits, and more.

The car also turns smoothly.

As soon as Dea got out of the taxi, the housekeeper was quick to take over the newly removed suitcase from the trunk. It was a bit of a shock to Dea as well with all this preferential treatment.

"Bu Dea, sorry I just finished making a monthly report so when Mr. Mandala contacted me via message, so I was late to check. I didn't know that Mom wanted to move today.

Oh, ja. I'm Lulu. Just call Ms. Lulu. I'm the butler in this house. All the affairs of the house are of course the control of Mr. Mandala, I am only an intermediary. Let me take you to the room."

And Dea just nodded. It still feels a little strange to be called "Mom" but Dea never protested. It was supposed to be. She is the candidate of Madam Mandala, then all Mandala subordinates should call her with a respectful greeting "Mom."

Dea smiled and nodded when Ms. Lulu told her that there was something or needed help, just call her.

Dea also refused when Ms. Lulu wanted to drive her around the house aka house tour now. He was so tired today. He said next time. Then he can not be mengantor anymore by Mandala, surely he will be bored long stay in this house, then later he went around to throw bored.

Dea went into the room and locked the door. His suitcase and bag lay neatly in a corner. His things were delivered by the housekeeper.

Amadea looked around the room, where yesterday she accidentally found a photo of Mandala with Rafael Malik. Oh, he remembered that day. The day that Dea's misunderstanding of the skewed gossip about Mandala finally revealed the truth.

"I'm normal, Dea. I like girls." The voice came back.

Dea involuntarily smiled to herself. Still standing in front of the large mattress, Dea looked into a corner near the dresser.

This room may be modified by Adit, but some corners still look the same. And Dea recognized that angle...

Ah, in that corner... The corner of the room that makes Amadea Kasea cornered by Mandala.

The corner where they were so close that Dea could feel Mandala's breath sweeping across her face. The corner where Dea first touched his lips to a man's body.

Dea then shook her head. He did not want the shadow to fill his head. It was enough all the Mandala treatment that Dea realized as acting alone that made her get carried away. Don't add any more. Dea's been pretty drunk in the last few days.

The tring!

An incoming message makes the notification ring on the Dea phone turn on.

A message from Vina's number. Vina not only typed the message, but she sent a photo file containing her selfie in this room and in the wardrobe room.

[[[The results of my lightning work are with Adit. I hope you like Miss Dea. Uh, Dea doang means hehe. Madam Mandala must have a special room to store her pretty dress and glass shoes. I know you'll be upset when you check all the prices of those clothes and accessories, Dea. But don't think about it, your husband's money is a lot.

Oh, ja. One over. I have a surprise. Just find me." ]]

And Dea just took a deep breath and laughed. They're just there, anyway.

Aghhh! This room is so much cooler, anyway. But surprises? What surprise? Why did Vina say there was a surprise? Whatdoes thatmean? Dea furrowed her brows curiously.

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