
All day long I kept daydreaming. He was confused what to say to Rama so that the man would give him that much money. Yes, Kian knew if the amount of money was very much and he had to find a clear reason for Rama not to be suspicious. Butwhat?
Kian had thought of selling all the jewelry given by Grandpa Bimo as a dowry first. If summed up all the prices might be more than 500 million. But he was afraid that his grandfather would know what to say to him. He also could not be honest with the real Rama if Lian asked for the money and did not know what for.
Again and again Lian made him dizzy. Every time the girl appeared in Kian's life, she always brought trouble. But this time Kian was completely deadlocked for the exit he had to take.
A ringing was heard on Kian's phone. At first he was afraid that it was Lian again but it turned out that his fear was wrong. It was not Lian who contacted him but Rama.
"Mas Rama" the woman muttered. He looked towards the clock on the wall which showed it at 12 p.m.
"What did Rama call me at this hour? Not usually," muttered Kian again.
With doubt the girl finally raised the call.
"Hello. Yes, what's wrong?" kian.
"Lian I'm hungry" replied Rama from behind the phone. He frowned confusedly.
"Hungry? But in the office there is no cafeteria, right? Just go to the cafeteria and keep eating. Not usually so, too," replied Kian innocent.
"You are so cruel to be a wife," said Rama a little snapped and it managed to make Kian shocked.
"Mass? Why are you angry?"
"You're not so sensitive as a wife."
"Itsensitive? Not sure how it means? I really don't understand,"
"I'm hungry means I want to eat."
"Continue?"
"I told you that means I want to eat your cooking. Is that time not good?" rama said still with a jutek tone.
"But now he's in the office again. Usually also if in the office like to eat in the cafeteria right?"
"Stop saying it usually!"
He let out a long breath. He's really confused right now. And if he were to argue with the man, they would fight. And Kian doesn't want that to happen.
"Yes already. What do you want?" tany is soft.
"Save something at home and take it to the office. But remember I want you to deliver it yourself," said Rama slowly but firmly.
"What?"
"Is there a problem?"
"But Mas…."
"Now that you choose, you prepare food for me and deliver it to the office now or later that night you will be my food?"
Kian's heart stopped beating when he heard Rama's words. He understood the meaning of the man who was going to make himself his dinner. And I don't want that to happen again. Yes, Kian admitted that he had now fallen in love with Rama. He doesn't care if they're always romantic. Even if it can choose, Kian also does not want to separate from Rama. But if to have sex again, as much as possible the woman will avoid it. They did it once enough. And Kian did not want if the scene was repeated.
"good. That's a good wife. Uh, but why do I feel that you chose the first option because you don't want the second option to happen?" ask Rama again.
"Hm. I'm going to cook now. Come to his office in no way. See you at the office, Mommy."
Not wanting Rama to extend the conversation about his dinner, Kian quickly closed the call. He then ran towards the kitchen and began to process the food that was there.
After half an hour passed and finally all the dishes processed by Kian had been completed, the girl was immediately prepared to go to the office. The girl was taken away by a driver. Along the way, Kian still continues to think why Rama asked for this. Indeed, Rama's behavior today that is out of his habit makes Kian forget his promise to Lian. She was too focused on her husband and ended up forgetting what her twin brother wanted.
He arrived at the front page of Amarta's Group. He was greeted by several employees there who happened to meet with him. The woman walked up to the elevator to the 20th floor where her husband's room was. While waiting for the elevator door to open, a male voice called out.
"Kians…"
The woman turned her head and it turned out that the voice came from Samir. Half-running, the man approached Kian.
"You here? What are?" ask Samir. Raised the food jar in his hand.
"Mas Rama wanted me to bring him some food" Kian replied.
"Why is that why? Tumben he asked for that?"
"That's what astonished me, too. Not usually Mas Rama asked me to do something like this."
A clanking sound was heard and moments after that the elevator door was opened. Some of the employees who came out of the iron box greeted Samir and Kian with smiles and a little down.
The two men entered the elevator simultaneously. It just so happens that Samir will also go to his room which is next to the CEO's room. After arriving at the 20th floor, Samir drove Kian to the room of Rama. After being invited in by the owner of the room, the two of them entered.
Rama was a little surprised when he saw the wife entering together with Samir.
"you guys? Both?" rama asked, looking at the two.
"Sorry Sir. We met in the elevator and went up here together. Then I took the initiative to bring Mrs Lian in" Samir replied. Kian just looked down. He realized that the husband must be jealous to see himself coming with his best friend.
"Yes I told him to come here."
Rama walked back towards Kian. When the distance between them was very close, Rama grabbed his wife from the side and kissed her head. I don't know but neither Kian nor Samir felt if what was done by Rama was deliberately to upset Samir.
"I want to eat my wife's cooking. And I also want to eat directly from his hands" said Rama again. He looked up at that man.
"Yes dear. I want you to bribe me today" Rama said with a smile with one of his hands pinching Kian's nose gently.
Unbeknownst to Rama, Samir's hands clenched strongly as he watched the man be so affectionate towards Kian. It felt like he hit Rama and told him not to touch Kian. But he is helpless. He could only withstand the emotional turmoil that seemed to be exploding in a moment.
"Sorry sir, I went back to the room first" Samir said, then he turned and walked out of the room. Leave Kian and also Rama who now live together.
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