Satuku Hand Husband

Guess

On the same morning that Meirika and her manager went to the obstetrician secretly to conspire about her false pregnancy, Mandala Barata was sitting in front of a doctor who was testing her specifically at her home.

The famous doctor who had a busy schedule was spending his morning full of sleepiness to check the scars of Mandala amputation.

"You recovered quickly, sir. As the doctor who treated you from the beginning, I feel proud." The doctor breathed a sigh of relief while packing his equipment into a bag assisted by his assistant.

Mandala smiled faintly and nodded. There is still one more consultation session.

Amadea, who was amazed to spend breakfast alone at the luxurious dining table, could only nod when Bu Lulu explained why Mandala Barata was absent again at the dinner table this morning.

"Before his doctor had once also come here at night. But I don't know what to check. I dare not ask either. Oh yeah, Miss Dea wants to get me something else to wash her mouth with?" Bu Lulu offers.

Amadea shook her head slowly. He has no appetite.

This morning she had already put on her face with the concept of no make up look. What is clear is that he wants to disguise his obvious eyes after crying without having to dress up a menor. Now proven, his face looks fresh.

Oh, not in vain also he had worked part-time as an assistant make up artist. He has the ability to make up for himself without any hassle. And the result is perfect.

For Dea, her makeup serves to affirm her existing beauty.

Dea drank a glass of water and stared blankly ahead boredly.

Really he hopes to meet the man who made him fall awake with his feelings lately it's at this dining table. Uh, apparently there's no.

After DM's painful mockery of Meirika discourages him, at least Dea wants to see Mandala who once said she deserves to be his wife. For some reason since crying last night he felt his feelings would improve after seeing Mandala.

"Father is done, Mom." Ms. Lulu whispered and walked away.

And sure enough, Dea saw the man she was waiting for walking towards her.

"Oh, are you ready?" Mandala looked to roll up her shirt and looked at Amadea who was already dressed in black.

Amadea immediately grinned wrong behavior until he stood up from his seat. Mandala smiled at him, Dea getting less and less.

"I went to my room to get a cell phone, yeah. You wait in front. I had told Mr. Budi to stand by" said Mandala.

Amadea nodded.

"Don't forget to bring sunglasses. This morning the weather looks pretty good. Fear of glare." Mandala said attentively.

Dea nodded then pointed towards the sunglasses on the table that were opposite to the black bag of her choice as well.

Mandala chuckled knowing Amadea was more prepared than she was.

"OKAY. Goodgood. You're beautiful in this dress. Elegant." The mandala complimented the plain black canal with a little lacy on the arm and bottom of it. Very suitable indeed in the slim body of Amadea.

Amadea smiled blushingly. Yes, he half-dead choosing a suitable outfit, simple, not too excessive but still beautiful for the funeral. Not in vain he pensive half an hour on his walking closet.

Lately Mandala has somehow drastically reduced his angry soul. He even said in a softer tone. Not only to Dea, but even to the employees in his house.

This significant change was especially felt by the sensitive Bu Lulu who knew Mandala for a long time.

Mandala was silent and did not comment, but Amadea felt a different look. I don't know why he insisted on wearing these shoes and then felt suddenly not confident.

These shoes are bad...

"Okay, I'll get a cell phone first." The mandala then left.

Still standing in the same position, Amadea looked at her beloved shoes with doubt.

Oh, it is far compared to bags, glasses, and expensive branded dresses that he wears. Especially when compared to the watch he wears. One watch can buy thousands of shoes in new conditions.

After a few minutes of thinking, Amadea decided to change her shoes. He also walked to his room.

But unfortunately when he had not yet reached the door, Mandala whose bedroom door was adjacent to the door of his room seemed to come out of his room.

"Loh, Dea. Where you going? How can you wait in front? Is anyone missing?" Mandala asked.

Amadea nodded and he regretted. He should have lied so that the reason for returning to the room did not make Mandala suspicious. Now he is confused as to what to reason.

"Why go back to the room?" Mandala asked in confusion.

Amadea was silent and looked down at her boots. The mandala could somehow read the gelagat and guess.

"Wanna change your shoes?" tanyakanya.

Amadea immediately raised her face in surprise. How does the Mandala know?

"Why replace? I think you're ready to go" Mandala added.

Amadea immediately felt stupid. Oh, he was too emotional because of Meirika's innuendo who licks his shoes. He should not have eaten that talk. Why does he wear these shoes just because of heartache? So it doesn't match his overall appearance, does it?

"No-no papa. Wait a minute, yeah. I promise it won't be long. Just change shoes." Dea looked at Mandala and her hand rushed to grab her bedroom door handle.

"Not changing shoes. That's all you wear. Nice, really. Why, anyway?" Mandala looks a little confused.

Amadea was silent without a word coming out of her mouth.

Mandala looked at the innocence in those lowered eyes and then smiled.

"I read all the Vina grocery lists for you. I'm sure at least he bought you 50 pairs of shoes in various types. I'm sure all fits on your feet because Vina is very perfectionist.

You put those shoes on this morning because you must be missing someone. Your father, right?" Mandala guess.

Amadea immediately looked into the eyes with thick eyebrows belonging to her future husband with surprise.

How does the Mandala know?

SERIATE...