You Are My Life (You are My Life)

Poor Feelings?!

It's boring for a lot of people, but not with a handsome guy who's always indifferent to his surroundings.

Reading books about business and knowledge in free time like this is the most fun thing for Bima. This man always loved the quiet in his spare time.

Bima closed the thick book she had finished reading. The man opened his reading glasses and put them back in his box.

Bima stood up and slightly stretched his muscles that felt stiff because of reading books for too long. He walked out of the reading room and down the stairs.

Bima's footsteps stopped when she saw the television on. The man turned his head towards the sofa and saw a girl curled up on the sofa.

His feet just stepped closer to the girl sleeping on the sofa. Bima frowned as she looked at the cold sweat drenching the cowardly girl's forehead. Bima crouched down in front of Hasna's face, the girl looking restless in her sleep.

She why? Is it always like this when you sleep?

Unknowingly Bima's hand was raised and wiped the sweat on Hasna's forehead. In the corner of her eyes were tears as well. Bima wiped those tears with her thumb.

She cried..

Hix..Hix...

There was a soft sound from the lips of the girl. Bima looked at her pity, was that this girl? Why did Bima become pity on him.

"Dad, Mother why did you leave us. What should I do after this? Hicks.."

The soft murmur made Bima feel pity. How this girl lived her life after her parents died by suicide. Bima was so curious about the life of this girl in front of him.

Both of Hasna's parents died by suicide. That was all Bima knew, she did not want to investigate it anymore. Just knowing about that was enough to bully Hasna into going to town. That was all Bima thought.

"Are you that hurt? How can you live your life all this time?" muttered Bima, unconsciously her hand continued to stroke Hasna's hair

Bima finally carried Hasna and brought her upstairs where the room occupied by Hasna was there.

Chequelek

Bima opened the door of the room and walked in with Hasna in her carriage. Bima put Hasna to sleep slowly on the bed. Bima also enveloped Hasna's body which looked cold.

"Sleep"

Again Bima's hand stroked Hasna's head. Although he only felt sorry for Hasna with the life that the girl lived all this time.

...🐧🐧🐧🐧🐧🐧🐧...

Bima came out of the dressing room after finishing her bathing ritual. This holiday he has enough free time.

After seeing what happened last night to Hasna. Bima started to care a little because she felt sorry for the girl.

"Tu..Sir, breakfast" Hasna said as she watched Bima approach her to the dining room. Hasna still finished her fried rice.

"Hm"

Bima pulled the dining table chair in front of Hasna and sat there. The man began to eat the breakfast Hasna had prepared.

Occasionally Hasna would glance towards Bima who looks more handsome with her casual clothes.

Did he not work today? Uh.. It's a holiday yes..

Bima drank a glass of water that Hasna had prepared after the meal was over. He looked at the girl in front of him who was still silent, even though he had finished eating from earlier.

"Why are you still here?" Ask Bima coldly

Hasna looked up and looked at Bima "I'm waiting for Mister to finish eating"

Bima just nodded indifferently, he stood up and walked towards the central space. But just a few steps, Bima stopped her footsteps.

"Prepare, I need you to accompany me outside today!"

Bima's words were not an offer or a solicitation. But, an order that Hasna cannot refute.

After finishing their breakfast, the two of them. Hasna immediately went to her room to prepare. A few moments later the girl was ready. He wears his best clothes. Even though his clothes look so simple. But Hasna is trying to be the best.

Did he take me outside to meet the Young Master, huh?

Hasna saw Bima sitting on the sofa in the middle room while reading a magazine. The reading glasses he wore actually further fascinated Hasna.

Again my heart is beating. Ahhe.. Why am I so weak when I see this man.

"Master" call Hasna slow

Bima looked at him "You ready?"

Hasna nodded with a slightly lowered face.

Bima kept the magazine on the table and opened her reading glasses. The man stood up while grabbing the car keys on the table.

Bima walked towards Hasna who was still bowing her face. Bima's hand pulled Hasna's hand abruptly. This was the second time he had done this to a foreign woman he had just met.

Hasna could only obey as Bima pulled her out of her apartment. Looking at his wrist held by Bima, again made his chest pound.

This guy always makes me surprised and scared at once with his treatment.

The elevator doors opened and both of them entered. Finally Bima let go of her handrails in Hasna's hand as her phone rang. The man picked up his phone.

"Hm. Alright"

After a while listen to what the caller says. That was all Bima said, really this attitude of hers was too cold and stiff.

The elevator door opened, Bima and Hasna went straight out. Walk towards the parking lot.

Bima opened the car door for Hasna "Get in!"

Hasna only nodded when she heard the commanding voice from the creepy cold man.

The car drove out of the apartment area. Hasna still had no idea where Bima was going this time. Could he be asking me to eat like a date so many times huh..

"There's something I'd like to buy and rather than you idling in the apartment by yourself. I'm asking you, thank you for that!" bima said as if he knew what Hasna was questioning in his mind

"Your Master" said Hasna

This journey was quiet and awkward. There were no more conversations between them during this trip. Until the car stops at the famous mall parking lot in the city.

Huhhhh.. Here huh?

Hasna felt uncomfortable and inappropriate to set foot in this luxurious mall again. After the events of his parents who committed suicide and allegations of corruption of the country's money. Hasna never again went to crowded places of this quality.

Only the market and mini market that Hasna visited so far.

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