
A few minutes later the car entered the apartment. Marcel has reduced the speed of his car.
“No need to transfer to room. It was very late, Brother Marcel still had to continue the journey to the Hanson.” Mansion Said Alamanda while turning to Marcel when the car had entered the Apartment page.
“I'll take you to your room.” Said Marcel who was very worried about the safety of Alamanda. Marcel took his car to the parking lot.
“If you heard the recording of the conversation earlier. The people of the Ernestan Mansion are still looking for you. Who knows they also saw my car the night I picked you up. Anyway you do not leave the room alone.” Marcel said next, because as he remembered Alamanda came when the recording of the conversation was finished. Alamanda also looked at Marcel with a face expression that was difficult to interpret between shock, fear and kepo.
After the car stopped Marcel quickly opened the seat belt and he immediately opened the door and ran around the front of the car to the side door Alamanda who was still sitting and ready to open the door but Marcel opened the door before Alamanda opened it.
“Come, be careful.” said Marcel while extending his hand. Alamanda accepted with joy.
They both walked to the elevator. Marcel continued to hold tightly onto Alamanda's palm. It felt like he wanted to continue holding the palm of the hand without taking it off. Even in the elevator Marcel still holds the palm of Alamanda but he cannot do more than that because in the elevator there is someone other than the two of them, until the elevator door opened because it had reached the floor where Marcel's room.
Marcel and Alamanda came out of the elevator still holding hands. Alamanda felt peaceful and safe as their palms touched each other.
A moment later they arrived at the door of the apartment room. Marcel also pressed the pass word door with one hand that did not hold the hand of Alamanda.
When the door was open, the atmosphere in the apartment room was quiet. The lights in the dining room and living room were already dead there was only the dim light from the small lights near that door.
“Thank you Kak.” Alamanda said so as not to disturb Mr and Mrs Ernest who was asleep.
“Same, happy rest yes..” said Marcel while staring at the beautiful face of Alamanda.
“Iya Kak, good night heart yes.” said Alamanda who also looked at the handsome face of Marcel.
“Hmmm.. You also carefully remember not to go out the room alone.” Marcel said again, when Marcel would turn his body suddenly he was very worried about the safety of Alamanda.
“True yes don't come out.” Said Marcel again, who now faced and hugged Alamanda's body very tightly.
The threat of murder and the sound of the recording of the conversation really made Marcel traumatized to lose a lover heart due to death.
“I love you Al, I don't want to lose any more women I love.” Marcel said, kissing the top of Alamanda's head.
“Yes Brother, we pray that all are given salvation.” Said Alamanda who also hugged Marcel's burly body. Alamanda was also afraid of the threat. Marcel's kiss, which was at the top of Alamanda's head, began to descend on Alamanda's forehead and then on both cheeks of Alamanda. And Alamanda who had gotten another soft kiss of Marcel's lips began to close his eyes.
BYARS...
The atmosphere that had been dimmed by one small lamp now became brightly lit.
Marcel and Alamanda loosened their arms and Alamanda opened his eyes.
“You just got home.” The voice of Mr. Ernest who was already in the living room and continued to step closer.
“Iya Mr.” Said Alamanda who immediately turned her body and stepped towards inside her room. Alamanda bowed so that the red blushing cheeks were not visible to Mr. Ernestan.
“Master, I went straight home yes, it's late. Excuse me. And Alamanda I delivered home safely.” Marcel and Mr. Ernest just nodded their heads. After shaking Mr. Ernest's hand, Marcel immediately turned his body and stepped out of the apartment's door.
“Hmmm Old Boss why haven't slept.” Marcel muttered as he stepped quickly towards the elevator that would take him to the ground floor where his car was parked.
“Hmmm patiently...” murmured again Marcel who is now near his parked car. He was disappointed that he failed to kiss Alamanda's lips. He immediately opened the car door and got into it and immediately ran the car leaving the parking lot leading to the Hanson Mansion.
“What a Yes Alamanda has never been kissed.” Marcel muttered as he drove his car because he felt the reaction of Alamanda's body when he was kissed that looked stiff and just waiting, Marcel felt the palm of Alamanda's hand was very cold , face blushing and heartbeats Alamanda until felt in Marcel's chest when he hugged earlier.
“If you have never kissed a man it is better. Let it be stiff now and I taught him he.. he... “ Marcel muttered with a small laugh, saying, she is truly happy and can't wait to be with Alamanda and her beloved daughter Charlotte.
“Charlotte is indeed smart to choose women for her Papa unlike Mama.” Marcel muttered again which further increased the speed of the wheel. Late at night, the traffic was quiet, Marcel's car could go without much resistance.
“Hmmm hopefully the groceries have reached Mansion and Mama not many complaints.” Marcel muttered again who had now put his car into the page of the Hanson Mansion. Marcel arrived worried if Mrs Hanson saw a set of jewelry that had been purchased and forbade Marcel to give it to Alamanda.
After parking the car in the garage. Marcel immediately stepped towards the main door of the Mansion. The atmosphere of the Mansion was already deserted only the security officers were still on guard.
“Goodnight Mr. Marcel, there was a shipment coming.” Said the main door officer of the Mansion.
“Hmmm you put where all the stuff is?” marcel asked as he stared intently at the main doorman.
“The goods from the mall are still behind the door. The waiters have not moved it.” Answer the main door guard.
“Yang from jewelry store?” marcel asked in a serious tone while looking at the main door attendant's face he was worried if the item was already in the hands of the Mama.