THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTER 66. ANDINI DRAMA

Elias' private plane took the two men to Jakarta. Rico was still in shock and didn't want to talk.  It turns out that the disappearance of the diamond ring he bought while in Hong Kong to propose to Deandra is a sign.  The girl he loved was lost like that ring.

Elias who saw how bad his best friend was could feel a deep sadness.  The girl he loved was bought by his stepbrother.

 

‘Is Kak Verrel's bride-to-be Deandra? Why did she keep the identity of her bride a secret? From what the solar sir said earlier means Deandra has been living with Verrel for more than a month. Monologue Rico in his heart.

...*...

While in a hotel room, a husband and wife are making out precisely the wife is spoiling her husband.

“Verreeellll...your massage is not tasty.” protest Deandra.

“Not good you said? It's been an hour since I massaged you, now you say it's not good.” said Verrel. He had obeyed all his wife's strange requests. Make tea then ask to be bathed while rubbed his back, finished the bath ask for a massage.

“Not good yes not good.  Swipe to the left,”

“Interested?” ask Verrel.

“Iya..iya there. Hmmm...harder do not tickle. Hmmmm.this is delicious. Your massage is good too dear,” praise Deandra.  Huh.tadi said it's not good now say delicious, basic labile, Verrel grumbled in his heart. Although a little annoyed but he did not dare to talk, afraid that Deandra may sulk for days he had to persuade her.

 "Now to the right."

With his hands slid to the right.

"Verrell! You're not really massaging. Why doesn't it taste good?"

Oh, God bless me, said Verrel stroking his chest.

"I'm sincere dear. Tell me what you want?"

Verrel was only able to shake his head following the instructions of the Great Mistress who was happy to enjoy her husband's massage. Now Verrel is like a buffalo whipped his nose, always obey the will of deandra.

“How, darling. Already good?”

“Ya...it's a pity. Thank you yes. I love you,” said Deandra in a soft and spoiled voice.  Hearing that voice made Verrel smile. His hands stopped massaging and now tightly hugged his beloved wife.

“You others dear?” verrel asked his wife.

“Hmmm. You are not tired,” replied deandra.

“I want you,” his hands are no longer conditioned.  Though he still felt tired from serving Verrel all night. But she did not want to refuse her husband's gentle touch.

For the umpteenth time the newlywed couple repeated their hot romance again.

“How about not here?” ask Deandra. But Verrel did not heed his wife's words, his touch rendered her helpless.

“Ahhkk!” pekik Deandra hugged her husband tightly. Verrel pulled one corner of his lips, smiling faintly at his wife's face. Deandra moaned, her lips quivering as the man's movements quickened and she finally melodiously chanted her husband's name along with their surge of release.

Verrel carried his wife's body to the bathroom, patiently bathing the frail deandra. Finishing the scene of bathing together, Verrel put clothes on his wife, he chose a white canal dress.  He gently sat deandra in the chair and dried her hair. A sweet smile can not be separated from the face of deandra who felt the gentle treatment of her husband. 

Now deandra is sound beside Verrel who sits leaning on the bed.  The assistant contacted her, reporting the furore of all the media still talking about her marriage.  Many are curious to know who the lucky girl can get.

The lucky girl was sleeping next to him. Upset by Frans' news, she decides to call.  He looked at the peaceful and beautiful face beside him.  “Darling, everyone says you're a lucky girl. But it was me who was lucky to get you.”

“You are so beautiful, dear, you deserve to be with me, Mrs Verrel.” she murmured. The game he once designed to ensnare Deandra as a gratifier of lust and revenge but changed. He loved the woman, loved her so much that he was even more gentle and never angry again.

...*...

“Pa, where's Rico?”

“No idea, Ma. He will also come home.” replied Amran.

The sound of his phone ringing loudly made him flinch because his mind was wandering.

“Where are you? Don't tell me you're with that lowly woman again.” said a man with a piercing cold tone.

Hearing a familiar voice made Amran's eyes buy. He let out a long sigh before answering the question of Lord Yahya Magani Ceyhan, his father.  Surprised? Yes, he was very surprised to receive a call from his father because they have not been greeting for so long.

“What did papa call me?”

“He..he. Turns out you can't be stale.”

“What does papa want from me?” amran asked loudly and impatiently, he knew very well that his father would only contact him if he needed something.

“You mustn't forget to come to my grandson's wedding tonight. Come early.”

“Oh...apparently papa wants my arrival?”

“If you don't want to come is also okay.” said Yahya increasingly ketus.

“Good. I'll come early,” replied Amran. Wherever he might not come to his son's wedding, there he would be everyone's laughing stock.

“One more thing. Don't you take your mistress!”

Gluey!

Amran swallowed his saliva.  His jaw hardened, his face flushed withstanding emotions.  This must have been Ayu, he murmured softly almost inaudible.

“Sorry Pa. If it can't.”

“Terden! If you take that woman, then you'll regret it for the rest of your life. The cheap girl will lose her position in the office. I've prepared a replacement.” Yahya immediately disconnected the phone.

Hearing her father's threat, Amran is emotional but she doesn't care because she already has other plans. “Damn the kid!”

“Why, Pa? Koq papa angry?” ask Andini.

Amran did not answer his wife's question.  Andini could see something different about her husband, he scrunched his forehead. Finally he dared to ask again.

“Papa, why?”

“Nothing.”

“Do not lie, Pa. There must be something papa's hiding. Come story.”

“Hmmm...you know that I love you so much? Even I left my wife for mama.” said Amran full of tenderness while stroking his wife's hair.

“Mama go with Rico to Verrel's wedding tonight,”

Andini's body froze hearing that, her emotions peaked. “What because Ayu is there?”

“I'm your wife, Pa. Why can't I come with you at every Ceyhan family event? Am I embarrassing?” her crying broke out.

“No, Ma. Not so.”

“The reality is so, isn't it? For the umpteenth time I can't go with papa. Till when? When will I be recognized as your wife, Pa? I am also your legal wife?” I asked her husband with questions.

Amran could not answer, he felt guilty.

“I'd rather just die if I can't go to that party with you,”

“Good. Don't cry anymore. We go together.”

Andini smiled spoiled, for the umpteenth time she felt victorious. I will look beautiful so that everyone can look at me as amran ceyhan's mistress.