Satuku Hand Husband

The Boss' Left Hand

Closing his eyes, trying to convince himself, Amadea finally nodded slowly with her hands clasped.

Even the now nervous hand squeezed the brown trouser cloth wrapped around her beautiful legs. Yeah, that's Amadea's habit when she's nervous. His hands will look for anything he can hold and squeeze.

Mandala smiled thinly. It's sweet if his attitude doesn't suck.

"Refinitely not changing your mind? I don't want you to suddenly cancel all of this. My cook failed to marry me twice. I will make a deal that if you break, you will be fined more than your family owed. Agreed?" Mandala's voice sounded more like a threat than a normal chat.

Amadea Kasea nodded confidently even though her heart was about to be dislodged.

The new boss he knew the last 2 months with a negative impression and traumatizing it would marry him and he agreed?

Oh, whatever happens then happens. Amadea cannot think clearly. All he knows is that he doesn't want to miss the opportunity to shortcut his 250-million keel.

For mother's sake. For his sanity and his safety from the terror of stepfathers and debt collectors.

"OKAY. Than I'm dizzy with debt. I don't have a boyfriend either. I will divorce. If she is a widow, no papa. At least I'm a rich man's widow."

So the inner Dea who no longer knows whether this decision is right or not for his future. His voice echoed itself in his throbbing head mostly responding to the shock.

Amadea tried to smile smartly and confidently in front of Mandala who held a smile staring at her behavior.

What is clear he knows for sure in the future will be difficult to face the annoying and arrogant behavior of Mandala. But he convinced himself. Facing Mandala is more bearable than facing her mother with all her debts, the threat of being evicted from the house as collateral for the debt, and the disgusting terror of the collectors who send thugs to their home.

"Are you sure you're not ashamed of your friends for having a one-armed disabled husband? What about your family? You sure?" The mandala seemed to test the seriousness of Dea.

Dea nodded steadily. His eyes were no longer afraid to look at Mandala.

"I don't have any friends. My family is just my mother. The extended family had already moved away after my father died and our economic conditions had declined.

With regards to disability, it seems like those words sound too harsh, sir. My late father was also disabled the last 3 years before he died. His leg was amputated due to diabetes. He was in a 3-year-old wheelchair and I never complained or was ashamed to take care of him by his circumstances."

Dea's answer made the pouting Mandala so close her thick lips that were split in the middle with a slick.

Oh, could he feel the sincerity of the girl who always looked down holding her teary eyes as she sprayed with her angry words.

The man was even silent for a moment until their eyes met and stared at each other for a long time.

"OKAY. Agreed. How much do you owe? I'll pay it off after you sign the deal. Remember, it's a secret. Come back here tomorrow morning after you think of the deal we need to negotiate. Write if necessary. Tomorrow we discuss with my lawyers." Mandala felt this chatter had reached the end.

Dea's a little stupefied. He was confused as to what Mandala meant.

"What other deal, sir? Didn't we have a deal just now?" Dea now scratched her head that was not itchy, making her hair a little sticking out funny.

Mandala laughs.

"Yes, he means in more detail. For example, how long this contract marriage lasts. Limitation of physical touch. You can ask to separate the rooms. We just pretended to be married. Or you want the same room..."

"Yes, Sir. I will think." Dea hurriedly cut off Mandala's words while looking down in embarrassment.

Mandala laughed again, as if laughing at Dea's nervous behavior.

Ah, you shitty boss!

Dea can only aggravate in the heart.

But irritated like this, for some reason Dea felt her breath lighter.

The 250 million that yesterday made his chest like it was hit by a rock and made it claustrophobic as if it was raised slowly.

"You can go home. Where was the file I signed first. Then help me lie down. The new sisters will come to check in half an hour" Mandala said, then gave the code to her hand while pointing at the file map on Dea's lap.

Dea immediately spontaneously stood up and approached. He prepared a pen that the Mandala used.

Instead of a quick signature, Mandala actually held the pen with a sad look.

"Damn!" The man cursed quietly, leaving Dea confused.

"Why-why, sir?" Dea asked nervously.

Mandala did not answer immediately. He threw his expensive pen on the floor.

Dea is getting hanged.

Silent again.

During those few seconds of silence, it was the first time Dea had seen that side of indescribable sadness in the eyes of her ruthless boss.

Usually those eyes will light up with a bitch. What a highlight his eyes when nagging like a tiger spotlight that was about to pounce on prey. The look Dea was afraid of.

But what is this look? It looks so foreign.

When he first came to this ward after the surgery, Dea thought he would see the other side of the fierce Mandala Barata who was saddened by the loss of a hand. But it turns out he was wrong. Mandala kept nagging him that day as if nothing had happened before. It was as if his hands were still two and could slam the file as usual onto the floor if Dea made a mistake.

The sad look of Mandala was also not Dea when Mandala said Meirika canceled the engagement and returned the ring.

Now it was precisely that sorrowful look that was seen when he was holding the pen.

"Take that pen. Also take other papers besides this important file. I need signature practice." The sound of the Mandala changed its tone to a bit of a wist.

Amadea moved to pick up the pen with a thousand questions floating on her head.

Why does the mandala need signature training? Did 2 weeks of lying in the hospital make him forget his own autograph until he got upset and threw a pen?

"Why do you need training, sir? I can find an example of your signature from an old file if you forget." Dea thrust out a pen with her innocent words.

The mandala stared rather sharply and took the pen in a stiff motion.

"I have not forgotten my own signature. I just have to practice with my right hand. You forget, I was left-handed before. I used to wear my left hand from when I was born. Now my left hand is cut off!"

Mandala's voice made Dea flinch and feel guilty.

He watched with a concerned look as Mandala painstakingly tried to make a signature with her right hand.

"Ah, fuck!" Mandala seemed to surrender. Throw the pen again. Not to the floor. But to the left side of the bed.

Amadea. No longer know what to say.

The results of Mandala's signature were initially good when using the left hand so it looks like a graffiti of a small child.

"It won't be verified then. How many will need my physical signature? How many sheets?" Mandala's voice sounded still a bit soft.

"Ten files. Plus five old pending files signed because you're on leave." Dea replied in a soft voice as well, as if she was imbued with Mandala's grief at the loss of her hand.

"Wear my fingerprints. You're looking for ink. I will tell the related party. I can't sign digital. Should be with wet ink to avoid falsification of documents." Mandala ordered in a voice not as loud as usual.

Dea was alone. He then resigned to retreat to find the ink in question. The one-armed man was alone in his lavish nursery.

***

Dea was waving at the thought of her contract marriage decision with Mandala when the office supply shopkeeper called her name to hand over the change from buying ink.

"Mr? Excuse me, Ma? The return."

And Dea hasn't spoken. Thought circling. How would he tell his mother this sudden wedding plan?

SERIATE

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