Satuku Hand Husband

You Are My Wife

Bu Lulu the butler at home seemed to run around in a hurry to Mandala. Behind him were two other servants trailing.

Mandala turned her head and furrowed her brows. "Why?" tanyakanya.

"When you come, Miss Dea in the room continues and hasn't come out yet. We tried knocking on the door, maybe he needed help or something but it wasn't opened.

We just helped bring the suitcase in and he asked us to come out. We were anxious but confused about where to report. He was afraid he was just sleeping or something. But if we don't check in directly, we're not sure either." Miss Lulu explained.

The mandala started to feel a little anxious. "Not come out of the room at all?" ask him again as if he were unsure.

Bu Lulu nodded.

Mandala then lowered her right hand which was about to knock on the door again.

"Not locked the door?" ask Mandala.

Bu Lulu shook her head. "I don't know, sir. It's too presumptuous of us to open the door without being allowed. Except for emergencies."

Mandala listened to the explanation of the butler in his magnificent house and then nodded again.

Mandala's right hand, which has been working hard lately to support her activities, began to touch the door. With a somewhat hesitant gesture he finally opened the door as well.

Yigg!

Lt could.

Ah, it turns out the door wasn't locked.

"Not locked. Let me check myself in. You guys just go." Mandalas that are usually fierce and often angry are not clear it is somehow tumben once behave rather sweet.

Miss Lulu and the waiter who followed her looked at each other like they wanted to say, "Well, we're not being homelinized? Tumbens."

They passed away after the Mandala stared at them with a frown as they were just pecking on the spot.

Mandala also entered the room that was once often occupied by Rafael Malik's best friend.

"Dea?" Mandala began to look around anxiously as she did not find Dea in bed.

The neatly laid out bed still looked intact. Then there was a suitcase that seemed to have just been brought by Dea. The suitcases are also still intact like they have not been opened at all.

Mandala's eyebrows are frowning. He checked the toilet door and opened it. All he finds is emptiness. Mandala was getting more anxious.

The one-armed man started down the corner of the room and found the door to the wardrobe room slightly open.

"Dea?" Mandala called again while pushing the door.

He saw Amadea Kasea curled up like a poor little cat on the sofa of the cold room.

"Dea?" Mandala called out in a quieter voice, as if afraid that her voice was too loud and made Dea surprised.

Amadea Kasea is not moving. His breath seems to go up and down regularly. The mandala walked closer and squatted in front of the sofa.

He saw a thick alias and lash lentik Amadea closed framing her beautiful face. Even Dea does not need makeup, eyebrow pencils, or false eyelashes and thick eye shadow like Meirika. But Dea looks perfect with her innocence and pure face.

"Dea?" The mandala woke Dea once again with a soft voice. His right hand shook slowly that curled shoulder carefully.

Amadea began to open her eyes slowly and was shocked when she saw Mandala was right in front of her.

The sharp nose and split lips that framed the handsome face left Dea stunned.

"P-sir Mandala..."

And Mandala just let out a long sigh pretending to be annoyed.

"Dea, you're no longer my employee. If the employees in this house know you call me sir, they'll..."

"I-iya, Mom. Excuse me. I'm not used to it." Dea immediately replied quickly while hurriedly getting up and sitting quickly on the sofa.

Mandala laughed softly and stood up and sat down beside Dea.

"You why? Tired? Till I fall asleep here." Mandala looked at Amadea with her sharp eyes. Apparently he noticed Dea's eyes were slightly swollen.

Dea immediately lowered her head. I think he was too embarrassed to be honest. This contract marriage she agreed to for the debt of her mother who fooled her new husband, but what now? His mother even brought the brash man back home. Dea's too embarrassed.

"The dea? I don't want my bride to have panda eyes because most of them are crying. My same story. You why?" Mandala looked at Dea with a softer look. Maybe he finally realized that he was too fierce as usual, Dea was even afraid to speak.

But it turns out Dea was just shaking. He's mumbling.

Mandala kept silent but her eyes kept on Dea's tangled face.

Mandalas for the first time feel like they want to be able to read people's minds. Really he wanted to know why a few days before the agreed marriage, Dea even tangled like this.

"You scared? You nervous? Are you sorry you made the decision to marry me?" Mandala misunderstood.

Oh, but he said sweet things about their engineering love story in a media interview just now.

Amadea Kasea shook his head quickly.

"Why do you cry?" Mandala is pressing.

Amadea did not answer.

Drtts! Drtts!

Suddenly the Dea phone lying on the sofa they were sitting on with shook. The mandala stared at the flaming screen and Dea quickly picked it up.

A message came in from her mother's number.

[[[Dea, you don't have to come to your wedding. You said that your future husband's family also did not come, right? No, I don't know anyone either. I'm ashamed to have a disabled daughter-in-law."  ]]

And Dea's cries broke again. This time it was even worse than when he was crying himself. The mandala sitting next to him was confused as to what to do.

But finally Mandala's sturdy and stiff right hand held Dea in her arms. Then Dea, somehow feel comfortable. The one-armed man he clutched back with all his feelings. Dea felt protected and her heart warmed with a strange foreign feeling.

"Why you?" Mandala asked in a soft voice.

Amadea then let go of her embrace and looked at Mandala with eyes full of light.

Dea knew the man in front of her was an important person and probably only considered her a paid woman to marry. But somehow Mandala's attitude that changed somewhat sweet lately made her feel confident to open her mouth about her life problems.

Then the problem of his life which is usually only he shared his complaints with Aunt Eva he revealed while crying until his shoulders shook.

On the sidelines of Amadea's nestapa cry Mandala unexpectedly listened seriously while occasionally gently patting Dea's shoulder. Even the stiff right hand of the man stroked Dea's hair and tidied up her messy haircut from crying behind her ears. It's a stiff touch but still sweet.

Dea even showed me a message from her mother just now. Mandala was surprised to read the message. Plus he accidentally saw another conversation on it. He did not expect the cruel mother Dea treated his son.

No sweet chat conversations. All the contents of the chat only contain scolding and ask for money.

"It was just a pretend wedding, but all this opened my eyes wide. I was too afraid of insubordination when challenging my mother, even though she acted arbitrarily to me, even the late father first.

She still defended her new husband to this day. I who sacrificed to pay the debt, sacrificed the feeling of having to let the unknown man live in my father's house.

Although Mas was just a pretend husband, but the more open my mother's bad attitude. I was tired of asking him not to call Mas a disability. He won't even come to our wedding.

Imagine if Mas really is the man I love and Mom does not want to come to the wedding because her daughter-in-law is disabled. I felt like my mom wasn't the same as me..."

Then the crying broke again. Then the soothing embrace repeated itself sweetly until it came off when Dea's cries stopped. The girl then felt her own misbehavior once she felt relieved.

"M-sorry, Mom. I wasted time with my unimportant curses." Dea stared at the wet Mandala shirt on the shoulder. Oh, her tears have spilled so much.

"No papa, Dea. Same story if there's anything. You're my wife..."

The deg!

SERIATE...