Satuku Hand Husband

The Waiting Wife Candidate

"We've arrived, sir." Mr. Budi looked back after stopping the car right in front of the main door of this magnificent house.

Mandala opened her eyes and let out a long breath. The daydream about Dea fell away for a while. He came down after some difficulty opening the car door with his right hand.

Mr. Budi waited while holding back to help. Mandala would have banned it.

"Let me get used to my disability and my new condition now. I have to let my right hand get used to doing a lot of things." That's what he said a while ago when he came back from the hospital.

Mr. Budi finally returned to drive the car for parking. He looked at the one-armed poor man's back with a sad look.

Ah, the fierce and angry rich boss is getting married soon. It's entrenched.

Although the builders were angry but the Mandala employees were very loyal. They are paid and get above average facilities. They regard Mandala's unpredictable temper as part of the job risk alone.

Mandala's not a crazy respect either. He could be called a master or something. But he only asked to be called 'Sir' only. Just as he calls his employees.

Mandalas only have problems controlling emotions.

Bu Lulu who is as loyal as Pak Budi who has served for many years welcomed the return of Mandala with his full uniform on the doorstep. Though Mandala does not mind if outside working hours he wears ordinary clothes.

Indeed, only Ms. Lulu who highly upholds her professionalism. He joined the Barata family since he was a girl, until marriage, until widowed, until his son studied abroad. Of course because it is read by Mandala. How is he disloyal?

"Dea's back in the room?" ask Amadea.

Bu Lulu shook her head and explained that Dea was daydreaming in the back garden chair while staring at the artificial lake decorated with beautiful lights.

"He just asked me?" Mandala asked while walking. His right hand took pains to piss off his shirt.

Bu Lulu nodded. "Just ask me if you're often late to come home. That's all."

Mandala stopped her steps as soon as she could see Amadea sari's back in the distance. His seat was turned back to the Mandala.

"He ate ravenously?" Mandala asked again.

Bu Lulu shook her head somewhat doubtfully. "Looks are not very tasteful and dreamy a lot. I asked him if he was not feeling well and needed a doctor but Ms. Dea said no. Looks like he's sad and has a lot of thoughts, sir."

The mandala took a deep breath. The cold-hearted man suddenly felt guilty. He remembered Dea was sad to think about her mother's behavior. Eh he instead added to the girl's mind by leaving her suddenly with a stiff face due to the sensitive question.

"There again?" Mandala began to try to roll up the arm of her shirt which is now a bit strange because the other hand lives half that.

"The reporter came but was expelled. The central security area comes in and prevents from the main gate. All tightened. It seems like the news about the Father is being talked about warmly and everyone wants to know about your marriage."

Mandala smiled faintly at Bu Lulu's words. He could have guessed that the afternoon interview had been released digitally sooner. It's okay to talk about it. The goal is this. He wants people to focus on talking about his love story rather than about his hand defects.

Mandalas hate being pitied. Mandala imagined the look of pity of people when she knew her hand was amputated and she hated her shadow.

"There's one more, sir." Bu Lulu added again once Mandala's hand had moved forward wanting to open the door and walk after Dea.

"What?" Mandala.

Bu Lulu took one step forward and explained that the security guard at the front said that Meirika's car had come and forced its way in.

"Not to get in, is he? Anyway don't let that woman step on my house again for any reason. Please take care if the same thing happens again." Mandala gave instructions.

Bu Lulu nodded then her anxious hands helped the slightly troubled Mandala open the door.

"I-yes, sir." Bu Lulu who only feels sorry for the condition of Mandala's hands sometimes forget that his boss is uncomfortable receiving help.

The mandala then left. Step by step his feet made him closer to Amadea who sat quietly like a statue while enjoying the calm of the lake water.

The reflection of the moon seemed to move like a small wave on the surface of the lake water that was blown by this breeze of the night.

The mandala moved forward until the sound of its steps could be heard from where Dea was sitting. But it seemed Dea's daydream was too deep for the sound of Mandala's footsteps to be heard.

"Dea..." Mandala called out slowly.

Amadea was silent. It really is like a beautiful statue of a lake waiter now. His regular breathing movements made his shoulders go up and down. 

Mandala smile. He intended to pat the shoulder slowly but he undoed his intention. He remembered that in the beginning of his work, Amadea had spouted coffee when Mandala patted his shoulder to ask for a file.

That incident may have been funny in Mandala's memory. But in Dea's memory, Mandala was angry afterwards and she dried her wet shirt on the toilet crying.

Yes, Mandala is a fierce boss. Now he was calmer after the accident.

"Amadel." Mandala called out softly after appearing in front of Amadea.

Amadea stood up from her seat. The response to his surprise was funny. And rarely does that happen. Mandala laughs. Laughing very loosely.

"Dea, I called you from earlier. You surprised? Sorry, sorry. You haven't heard." The mandala just sat in the chair.

Dea who stood up clumsily sat down again with a panicked face. In his shadow Mandala looks angry like before while leaving. But what the fuck is this. He showed up with a big laugh? Exhausted catapult Satan what is this future husband.

"M-sorry, Mom. I was too busy daydreaming. Funds are good." Amadea answered and sat down again.

"Good indeed. This area used to be a neighbor's house. Her man retired and my morning run time read her housewriting rented out because she was with her son out of town. I called directly for me to buy.

I completely remodeled it into an artificial lake and garden. I brought an architect from Italy to finalize the concept from me while taking care of everything until it is in order.

Look, the results are beautiful. I am satisfied and happy. I like to sit here tired of thinking about work." Mandala started the conversation on a topic that Dea did not relate to.

Well, it's different if the rich talk. Want this it's easy I just stay pointed and pay.

How Dea remembers in his old house that he and his father were busy compiling basins and buckets when it rained heavily and their house leaked.

Boro-boro calls architects from Italy. Calling the handyman to fix the precarious course should wait for the payday first.

Silent. The bride-to-be sat around watching the glittering surface of the lake reflect the lights.

"Why aren't you asleep?" Mandala asked while looking directly into Dea's eyes.

Dea was kind of drowning in that gaze. How could Mandala forbid her from falling in love while this charm would later appear before her eyes every day?

"The dea? You hear me?" Mandala now touched Dea's shoulder and he again jumped in shock.

Mandala laughed again.

Oh, that very rarely seen laugh was so sweet...

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