Bite Me, President
Ch. 24

Chapters. 24

Of course, Meena would not choose the wrong person. If between the two of them were both from the same clan, it was better for Meena to choose the person before her at the moment.

"Is it that dangerous?" meena asked with her innocent face.

I don't know, go where the face that was pouting and also annoyed to Tama earlier.

One corner of Tama's lips is pulled upwards. It is very easy to persuade a woman. Given a little touch that also benefits him, it has made the woman melt.

"If you don't believe me, please do. It's all up to you" Tama replied as she stepped past Meena and headed towards the door of her room.

Meena thought the man would leave her. But it turned out wrong. Tama turns around as Meena chases and intends to stop the President's man from leaving her. Until the collision was inevitable again.

Meena, who was feeling pain in the head from hitting Tama's hard chest, stared at the man with her face bent.

"Why don't you tell me to stop, sir. This pain is my forehead!" meena protested again staring in annoyance.

Tama exhaled roughly. Confused himself facing a woman whose mood is erratic. Like the woman in front of him right now.

A moment cheerful, a moment sulking, and soon seduce him. Truly a complicated creature to understand indeed.

"Yes, yeah. I believe the same Mr. President. But can you bring me back now? A lot of things I bought," Meena's pinta stared pleading toward Tama.

Tama gave a rough breath. This woman does not understand either.

"The problem is your needs, let it be prepared by Hanjie. Rest in that room. I know you are in shock with this incident let alone the fact that forces you to accept," said Tama who told Meena to return to the room previously occupied earlier.

"My work?" ask Meena.

If he can not return, then what about his work that is still crowded. Even the new drama he starred in had only been filmed several times.

"Sita will take care of everything" Tama replied so casually and very briefly.

Sure, it's not Meena's name if the question doesn't get a very satisfactory answer.

The woman spread her arms right in front of Tama. To prevent the President from leaving himself in the room alone.

"What is the relationship between Mr. President and Sita's manager? You guys seem to be close?" ask Meena curiously. Even Sita's manager can so casually tell President Tama as he pleases.

"I've answered it before."

Meena growled in annoyance. This man really could not be spoken to leisurely and long.

Meena's not out of her mind. The woman racked her brain, looking for any more questions she could lay on Tama.

While following Tama's steps leading to a room larger than the room that Meena had previously occupied, there were also some people standing firmly on each side, making Meena slightly uncomfortable.

But Tama ignored the woman. The expressionless poor man chose to sit on a long sofa with a very high and luxurious backrest. It really shows that the man is very rich and powerful.

"Sit down" Tama orders when she sees Meena standing up and a sight that may still be unfamiliar to the woman.

Meena who was aware also approached immediately. Instead of sitting on the other sofa, Meena actually sat on the same sofa with Tama. Even the distance is very close. To the point of making the bodyguards in the room swiftly and deftly lift their weapons and directed towards Meena.

Suddenly, it made the woman surprised and also scared. The reflex approached Tama and hugged the man's arm.

"Get you out!" tama shouted as she felt Meena's trembling hands embrace her arms.

Tama stared intently at her bodyguards and instantly dispersed without leaving a single person in the room.

Tama rubbed the arm of Meena whose face was hiding in her arm.

"It's safe .." said the man, calming Meena.

Although scared and unfamiliar with her new world, Meena slowly peeked and saw no men standing around them.

"They're why, lightly ngarahin weapons to others. My life is cheap, isn't it?" nagging Meena after successfully overcoming her fears.

The woman immediately gave distance to Tama. Don't want to be near anymore. He is still very dear to his life, rather than wanting him who is always close to the man.

A faint smile rose on Tama's lips. Very thin, almost invisible.

"They just don't want you to get hurt" Tama said. Making Meena turn her head and look at him with an unacceptable look.

"Not fucked how? Their men pointed their guns at me!" sahut Meena fast. How could the man assume that the previous one just did not want himself to not be harmed.

Meena's adorable face in Tama's eyes when she floated the words of protest also made Tama laugh. It could be that the woman floated ptotes with such a sulking expression.

"Ck! Don't be held back if you want to laugh. Before I tell you to pay later," Meena replied.

Meena looked at him in annoyance. "Well, where am I sleeping?" ask Meena.

Somehow his body felt tired and his head began to feel dizzy again.

"In that room," Tama replied as usual. Short and clear.

"There's a change of clothes, isn't there? This one is dirty" asked Meena again.

This time Tama did not reply. The man then grabbed his phone and seemed to be contacting someone.

"Prepare in twenty minutes!" tell Tama to the person she is currently contacting.

Meena was waiting for him by venturing into the area of the next room. Same, looks like the one in the fairyland.

The woman really admired the building for a few minutes.

"This is actually the President's house?" ask Meena who still doesn't believe.

While Tama also stood up while rolling his shirt arms up to the limit to the elbow.

The man walked behind Meena, also staring in the direction the woman was looking at.

"Why? Ugly huh?" tanya Tama made Meena shocked. Because Tama's style of speech just now wasn't the man's style of speech all along.

Instead of answering, Meena laughed at Tama speaking in such a tone.

"Why? Is there something wrong with my appearance?" ask Tama again.

Meena tried to stop her laughter. Although not hard, it looks very clear.

"No. I prefer Mr. Pres—eh, Mr. Tama like this. Appearance and also a relaxed style of speech, making people around Mr. Tama also feel comfortable. You don't have to give distance just to interact. Don't be so stiff when you meet other people. Let's have a lot of temen," explained Meena.

Tama squinted at Meena. Why is this woman talking so much. As if he knew himself very well. Though only a few weeks they met in person and not too close actually. However, Meena acted as if they had known for a long time.

"Cok so you're the one who's chatty? Is that my boss here?" tama's protest about Meena's attitude. The man put on his flat face and his gaze was still the same as before.

Instead of feeling guilty or afraid, Meena laughed again. Then the woman walked towards the window on her left side. He thought that the window would show a flower garden of various colors. Like what he's seen in fairy tale books.

However, it seems that it is only in the fairyland alone. It actually looks so dark down below. To the point of making Meena goosebumps herself. He immediately moved away from there and Tama still faithfully followed the woman's footsteps. Occasionally Tama glanced at the guards who were near them and told him to immediately move away or leave with the look of his eyes.

"Just give advice, Mr. Tama. If you don't want to do it, that's your right" Meena said of Tama's objection sentence.

I chose silence. Instead of her sahuti, Meena will continue to discuss her.

"When have you had a headache?" ask Tama. Want to know since when Meena began to be tormented with the pain and how Meena handled it all this time.

Even with the best medicine the pain will not heal. Because it has indeed been the descendants of the ancestors of the clan and can only be cured in the way as Tama did to Meena.

Meena stopped her footsteps and turned her head towards the man behind her. Raised head. Because Tama is so tall.

"Sir Tama knows something about the illness I'm suffering from?" meena asked seemed so enthusiastic.

Tama nodded. Where the nod of the man's head made Meena curious. Want to know if there are other methods to cure it.

"Is there any other way?" meena asked with a hopeful look.

"What?"

"Ngobatin. There's another way, isn't there?" push the woman.

This time it wasn't the nod that Meena received. But the head of the man. Instantly changing Meena's originally hopeful facial features, she became lethargic and seemed to find no solution to her illness.

"Does that mean I should be near the President?" ask Meena again. His eyes began to water. His gaze began to be a little unclear as it was blocked by the water piled up at the corner of his eyes.

Several times the woman winked death trying to drive him away. However, instead of leaving, the clear circle just escapes.

If Tama usually sees people covered in blood it is common. Although it was not the act of his hands directly, but why seeing Meena's eyes wet like this made her feel uncomfortable.

Unable to see Meena in this state, without her prior permission, Tama gently pulled Meena's hand until she fell into her arms. Swiping his back slowly, giving comfort there. I don't know if what he's doing is right or not.

"Does that mean I can't get married?" meena asked in a very soft tone of voice. It was starting to sound there.

Tama nodded. "You deserve to be happy, Meena. There I am here. Relax, okay?"

And the sentence that Tama had just spoken sounded so ambiguous in Meena's ears. Can the woman mean anything else?