Satuku Hand Husband

Difficult Request

The wind blows away Amadea's haircut. Mandala looked at that sad looking beautiful face.

"M-sorry, Mom. I'm a little unfocused." Amadea acknowledged.

"Tell your mother's mind to your stepfather? Or do you still feel alien in this house and so can't sleep?" Mandala tried to neutralize the atmosphere. Anyway he wanted Dea not to discuss the unfinished conversation about childhood trauma.

Dea nodded and remained silent. To be honest, he was confused to start a conversation to apologize about it.

"Are you nervous about marriage? Oh yes, it looks like my interview has been released in online media. The public has started to find out about you as my future wife. Do you remember yesterday I mentioned your social media? If you're not comfortable, you can temporarily close the account." Mandala continued to speak while Dea was still at a loss for words.

Silence again as Dea had only responded with a nod since then.

"Mas, s-I'd like to apologize for that question. I know I'm presumptuous and I'm saying..."

"Gapain you're sorry. I'm not papa." The mandala cuts quickly.

Ah, right, right. Dea must be feeling guilty. Mandala was deep and saw Dea's sincere eyes looking at her deeply.

Silent again.

Both may not have found the same communication rhythm. Their previous communication relationship was between the boss and secretary only. The predominance of such communication is Mandala's tirade.

Now the more intense two-way communication, plus Mandala's softer attitude towards her somewhat confused Dea as well.

"I shut myself off from a lot of people about my childhood and my past. Especially about family. I keep it in private. There is no digital trace of the interview or anything that addresses that issue.

Dea, in the future even though this marriage is just a charade, but we will be close emotionally because of necessity. Because we're one house, because we'll talk a lot.

I know you're sincere and not a bad woman. But I just need time to open up." Mandala said at length.

Amadea looked into the man's eyes. Oh, how happy if Mandala had been this gentle.

"Tomorrow to follow me to my parents' tomb. Then I'll take you to my old house in the area near there. The house was my childhood. Rafael played there a lot. I've told you that we've been familiar since childhood." Mandala said slowly.

Amadea nodded.

"So how? Won't you?" Mandala was apparently not satisfied with the answer which was just a nod.

"You, P-Mas." Oh, it's almost wrong Dea called.

Silent again.

"Oh, let's go in. It's night. Go sleep. You have to secure yourself in this house. This house is your house, too." Mandala finally spoke again.

Amadea nodded and stood up. Mandala stood up.

This conversation is dominated 90% by Mandalas. Dea just yep and nodded. Amadea sometimes do not expect also Mandala can say at length with a normal tone like this. Usually every word that comes out of his mouth is a scolding.

The mandala who walked first tried to shift the glass door but looked troubled. His right hand and muscles have not been too well trained for this. He usually wears his left hand because it is left-handed.

Amadea swiftly helped push the door, just as Bu Lulu had done earlier. The difference is now Mandala does not nag Dea like she nagged Bu Lulu earlier. He said thank you while smiling.

Then when they arrived in the hallway, Mandala deliberately slowed down her steps to see Dea enter.

"Thank you, Mum. Because I wanted to take the time to hear the story and complained about my family earlier. Actually it's embarrassing, but I don't know who to tell." Amadea looked at Mandala directly in her eyes.

Mandala nodded and smiled smirkily. "Yes, don't worry about that. I know, really. Every family has its own shame."

Amadea smile. He knew Mandala wasn't as angry anymore as she used to be and it made him feel more comfortable now.

"If you knew my family's behavior was worse than that, Dea.

Amadea looked down wrongly after seeing Mandala's smile. He moved to close the door but Mandala called again.

"Mmm, Dea. Wait!" call him.

Amadea. "Yes?" he still had a slightly wrong face.

"On the room, you know, even if we were just pretending to be married, but at least we should show a little affection in front of the employees? I don't trust my employees, especially the new ones. I don't want to make any rumors about this falsehood. You got it, right?

I told Ms. Lulu that we split up because I'm used to myself and need some privacy. After all, my workspace was fused with the room, so the reason was quite reasonable. But at least occasionally we have to show ourselves in the same room.

Especially I will pretend to sleep in your room. But calm. Once they get out of the way, I'll sneak back into my room. This point was missed in the agreement yesterday. What needs to be added? Do you mind?" Mandala asked looking at Dea whose half body was already blocked by the door.

Dea nodded quickly. Yeah, he understands Mandala's anxiety. Not long ago there was a case of a troubled domestic assistant who dismantled the disgrace of her own employer's household which happened to be a celebrity couple.

Big guys do have a lot of enemies to take down. Mandala understood his position and Dea understood it quickly.

"Not to be written, Mom. I understand, really," Dea said.

"okay, good. Good night, Dea." Mandala then closed the door to her room.

Oh, my God, that's so sweet. Show wear says 'good night' everything.

Come to think of it, Amadea is the second person that Mandalas treat this sweet. But this is different. When he said 'good night' and told Dea to go to bed, it felt like he was really worried about the girl and asked her to rest.

If in the past with Meirika, the greeting 'good night' is just a complement to chat messages. The rest of the time, those words sounded like small talk.

Amadea still stuck her cheek on the door until the door of Mandala's room in front of her closed.

"You're so good to tell me not to fall in love. But your behavior is sweet like this. Where I told you to call you 'Mas.' Where you hold my head, my hair, look me in the eye. How can my heart be ordinary?" Amadea muttered softly and then closed the door and slammed her body on the soft bed.

Arghhh, Mandala's gaze and smile rule his entire head tonight until he is upset himself to sleep.

Amadea is dreaming beautifully without knowing that in the other hemisphere there is a figure who is shouting his name loudly. And that figure is Meirika Jayatri.

"Dea Dea! What a good him! Fucking girl! Don't stop me, Maya! I'll terrorize him and the kumaki-maki!" Meirika is on a rampage and Maya calms her down.

On the bed of his apartment lay a tablet featuring Mandala's interview and he referred to Dea as his future wife.

Meirika was clearly rampaging after reading the news.

SERIATE...