Satuku Hand Husband

A Silly Misconception

Thick Mandala's eyebrows go up next door.

What a masculine expression that makes the chests of any woman pounding. He looks annoying but on the other hand adorable if you are angry so.

Dea who still survives with her world turned upside down due to confusion with Mandala's attitude looks like an innocent girl who behaves silly.

"Drink, Dea! Ambilin I drink! You heard it!" The sound of Mandala's annoyance changed drastically. It was sweet and meek so it changed in his daily attitude to Amadea: gluttonous and fierce.

"Eh, oh. I-yes, sir," replied Amadea with trembling hands.

Mandala shook her head.

After Dea offered a drink with a reckless movement that almost hit the edge of the nursery bed, the girl looked bored. The Mandala drinking glass is just next to it.

"This sir drinks it" Dea said innocently.

Mandala growled softly. "Yes spilled dong Dea if I drink it while sleeping. Help me get up first."

Dea flinched then put another glass and helped Mandala wake up carefully. His heart is beating faster.

'Ouch! Things are called, unfortunately, his brain became a sudden error like this. Am I a baper? The dea! Keep your brains up, Dea! Don't get carried away. Mr. Mandala just ngetes. He does not like peremp...'

"Dea! Drink me!" Mandala yelled annoyed because after being helped sit upright Amadea instead daydreamed.

"Sorry, sir." Amadea then offered a drink and helped hold the glass after seeing Mandala having some difficulty using her right.

Understandably, for people who are accustomed to using the left hand, being forced inevitably to use the right hand is torture.

Honestly, Amadea just realized now. The four felt. He only found out that his fierce boss had not only lost one hand. But he lost both his hands.

The condition is now the same as when the normal Amadea is forced to use the left hand for all activities. Must be hard and torturous.

"Where ink! Let me finish it now and you go home." Mandala glanced at the pile of files she had been delayed signing because she had lost her hand.

Amadea handed over the documents and helped Mandala. Because of a bit of difficulty, Dea held the hand of his handsome boss to finish quickly.

Mandala doesn't mind. After all, his disability condition made him difficult with many ordinary activities. It's just that the man knew Amadea was nervous because of their skinship aka physical contact.

Not Mandala Barata name if not more mengjajai innocence of his personal secretary.

"Dea, why are you so pale near me?" Dea who was looking down at Mandala was shocked when Mandala held her hand.

"No-no, sir," Dea replied that was clearly the opposite of her feelings. He is obviously nervous. 100% visible from the body gestures and how to answer them.

Mandala laughed but never let go of Amadea's hand so that the distance of their faces so close that they could hear the sound of each breath.

"Rare you nervous? You have to get used to it, Dea. We're getting married. Another month. Remember. A month. You have to be able to fit in and make it look like our relationship is real.

Do you know why I called you so fondly in front of doctors and nurses? Purposely! Let's gossip. Let's say that if we suddenly get married later no one is suspicious because the rumors have appeared first."

Mandala said in a flat tone but the close distance made Dea sweat cold.

"Sa-I understand, sir. Excuse me. I'll try better not to be stiff." Amadea who felt her world was like a somersault because she suddenly had to play this way clearly responded with her stiffness.

The mandala let go of her hand. Amadea breathed a sigh of relief and stood up straight again. The difference this time in a cool air-conditioned room like a mountain like this is his forehead so sweaty.

"You're a baper, am I calling you baby?" Mandala teases on purpose. The annoying grin seemed to make her lips curl with her masculine.

Amadea. Shake quickly until it feels like his head is going to come off.

"Don't get carried away. Try you call me 'honey.' You can't call me 'Father' anymore in front of him. I am not your father! Where does a wife call her husband 'Father?' Try calling me 'honey.' I want to hear!"

Dar!

Mandala's sudden challenge made Amadea's stomach heartburn.

"Sa-honey!" With a breath of nothing but standing like a statue, finally the words came out of the thin lips of Amadea.

Mandala laughed out loud until her shoulders were shaken up and down.

"You're so stiff. What have you never dated?" Mandala asked in between her laughter.

Amadea Kasea patted her own bangs while shaking innocently.

Didn't expect him to have his secretary this stupid. This means that Dea is beautiful. Honestly, he admitted it. Why not sell? Is he too choosy?

Mandala's eyebrows frowned again.

"Seriously? Wh why? Are you too picky?" The tone of Mandala's voice instantly turned curious.

Dea shook her head while grinning.

"Can't be with my mother. School time was banned for fear of me not focusing. After work was told to focus on career first," replied Amadea.

Mandala's face turned serious.

"Dea, you said there was no problem if we announce the marriage suddenly. How can you tell your mother who even forbids you to date if suddenly you want to marry me?

Moreover, you know my condition is like this. I don't think any mother in the world would want her only daughter to marry a disabled man like me." The tone of Mandala's voice turned more serious.

Amadea Kasea apparently also lost the ability to compose words.

Yes too. How to tell Mom this is also what she had been thinking since.

"The dea? You certain? We agreed, but now I have doubts. I want only the two of us as lawyers who know that our marriage will be a contract marriage. Your mother, your family, your friends; that no one should know.

Especially if you say in exchange your debt will be paid off. Don't wanna! I don't want this to smell public. I want everything to look real. Real!"

Mandala added again with a facial mimic getting serious.

"I decided to be a child who is no longer obedient. So I don't need to ask permission. I will only tell you if I want to marry you.

I'll make sure everything's in order. My mother has no right to set me up anymore. I am tired. My mother always acted. I was dizzy because of debt like this too because he cheated on his new husband aka my stepfather who now does not know where to run.

I have lived with him since my father became ill and died. I went to college with a scholarship. I work part-time for my mom too. Until I got a job and finally got a PHK all too still I was wronged and said no becus.

If you agree or disagree, I promise I will still marry you. He alone I have forbidden marriage with Om Alik still reckless until this deceit. I'll do as I please now."

Amadea's voice shrank at the end of her sentence.

There was a look of tired eyes and stifled sadness as he revealed all of these stories to Mandala.

The mandala was finally silenced without being able to speak anymore.

'Oh, this innocent girl is so great. He was the backbone, caring for his sickly father until his death, exploited indirectly by his toxic biological mother. Okay, we're both troubled and need a solution. I didn't choose a substitute bride.'.

Mandala said inwardly then smiled faintly and shrugged her shoulders.

"okay! Goody! Goody! You send the file to the archive person and the courier now keeps coming home. Go home and set yourself how to talk to your mom.

One over. Exercise does not stiffen. Why cake, watch a romantic movie or something. Let you know how friendly it is.

Oh, ja. Don't baper me. Don't fall in real love. Yes I know anyway even though my hands live one like this I am still handsome and cool. But you don't fall for it..."

"No, sir." Amadea spontaneously intersects the word Mandala.

The mandala was stunned and laughed.

"Related?" Mandala raised her eyebrows with a seductive look.

"Related. I know you don't like women. Okay, I'll go home first, sir." Amadea said innocently then turned around and left.

The mandala that was still in a sitting position became stunned.

"A-what? What did he say? I don't like perem...

Aghhh! Damn gossip account!"

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