Captured by the Past
CHAPTER 19: Jewelry auction invitations.

The dispute over a single room was no longer a problem for Almira. As hard as he rejected it, Royyan's decision will not change. When his mouth speaks, that is all that will happen.

In the room equipped with soundproof it seemed silent, the couple was still sleeping quietly under the same blanket, there were only two bolsters that made the separation of the two. The flat eyes and small eyes were facing each other in a state equally closed, while the flat-eyed woman's hair was translucent into the hands of Royyan who was above one of the bolsters.

Before long, the seventh second and twenty-fifth minute at exactly seven o'clock, Royyan opened his eyes, then he woke up and changed his position to sit as he wriggled, flexing his muscles. This time he woke up fully clothed, not as usual.

"Akhhh .." - Almira's voice echoed, shaking the walls of Royyan's ears that were about to open her clothes in front of Almira, as she covered her eyes with both hands.

His ears were ringing, Royyan flicked his activities and immediately covered his ears as he scrunched his nose and forehead. The plain white t-shirt came back down and covered his perfect sixpack stomach again.

"What the hell?"royyan asked as if he did not know why Almira was yelling so apparently.

"You say what you are, don't mess around, just watch out for me to report to the police," said Almira, pointing to her husband standing straight in front of her.

The mullet-haired man stifled, shook his head back, then he ruffled his waist by constantly looking at his wife before him. Then Royyan unreservedly broke the silence with his crisp laugh, a laugh that broke until a tear-splashing circle at the corner of the eyelid plunged into his temple.

"You're kidding. You realize you're talking like that?"he said then after he finished with his laughter and the look on his face had returned to how it was, cold and serious.

Duh ni people, diem serem, laughing more and more anjir serem. Just the first time the cave saw him laughing until it was like that. But still, his face returned back to the beginning with lightning fast. How not to fear me.

"Why indeed? If I don't want to, isn't that an act of violence?"almira replied with her innocent face.

"Your men. We're legally married religiously and in the country, you think the police will respond to your ridiculous report, huh?"sahut Royyan stepped forward to approach Almira while cupping the flat-eyed woman's two thin cheeks with her wide hands.

Almira bought it. This time he again saw another figure from Royyan, his hands were hanging out above the two burly arms of the husband who was still grasping both cheeks gently.

"But no one knows we're married? So the report could have been granted," Almira replied still staunchly, as she lowered Royyan's arms from her cheeks.

"There's a wedding book."celtuk Royyan put his hands back on his waist.

As long as the chatter last night was still attached to Royyan's mind, the silliness of Almira was able to make Royyan's laughter was already bursting in the morning. The fit man restores his face as he is bowed and the smile lingers long enough on the always serious face.

Which cop wants to handle the case of a husband who forces his wife, this girl sometimes makes me sick.

A refreshing morning. Not because of the thick morning dew, but the beautiful face of his wife who has made her morning pleasant. After quite satisfied looking at the face of his wife who was still soundly asleep, royyan paddled his feet into the bathroom as he undressed and threw him into the laundry basket by the bathroom door in the room.

Screaming water that hit the white ceramic floor of the shower in the bathroom was clearly heard coming out, waking up Almira who was still asleep. He wriggled, spread out his hands freely, and his lion-like hair immediately he tidied up and rushed down from his bed, swinging down the hallway towards the bathroom.

"Sir Royyan took another bath as he did," he cried with eyes still sleepy, even he was still yawning and pulled out a tear in his temple, with a voice that was still raucous.

Just as Almira was moving to a new balcony in Dikaya, the door of the room was a bit dark white from the other door and echoed, reflecting the knock of someone behind the door. Immediately Almira paddled her steps closer to the door and rushed to open it.

"Why?"he asked after he opened the door.

"Sorry lady, what do you want your ladies and gentlemen to eat for breakfast, this morning?"shani asked one of the waiters in charge of preparing food in the kitchen.

"Hm .... What yes?"he turned his eyes to the bathroom door, where Royyan was still bathing inside. "Later to tell you yes, by phone, Royyan's sister is still taking a bath." he added.

"Okay, lady, we'll wait for him."

"OK."sahut Almira grinned.

The maid left after Almira closed the door to her room again. While Almira was involved in the front door of the bathroom, when the sound of water was no longer heard.

"Sir Royyan ..."call him with his distinctive potent voice.

Silent. There was no reply from Royyan, not even the sound of the roar of breath was heard by Almira's ears. Then he immediately pursed his thin mouth red, the natural hue of the beautiful woman's lips. After that Almira turned her body to leave the bathroom door.

Not yet exhausted his four voracious steps, the shadow of someone immediately appeared in front of Almira, a cold aura began to spread around him. Water drops sounded soft, the woman with slightly matted hair immediately turned back to face the bathroom door again. But it wasn't the bathroom door she saw, but rather the perfect sixpack stomach belonging to her husband that she saw. The stomach, which is often said by the name of the torn bread, is forced to be seen by the holy eyes of Almira.

Slowly he took his eyeballs up and looked at the husband who was drying his soaked hair with a thick white towel, as he gulped his saliva. While on his body just hanging a thick white towel around his waist, the tall man continued to walk forward.

"What's wrong? You want to take a shower?"he said he kept moving forward into his bed.

"Yes but later, I'm going to the boutique a bit unfortunate, I just want it, want to eat what? Shani came here" Almira replied following Royyan behind by creating a distance between herself and Royyan.

"Seafood fried rice."he said as he sat on the threshold of his bed.

Almira nodded as she closed her eyes for a moment. Then she covered the side of her dresser, there was an automatic dialing device if she needed the help of her housekeeper quickly.

"dtm .... Want fried rice seafood two yes, do not forget the fruit as well,"tutur Almira in front of the black tool.

"Fine miss. Would you like some milk, tea or real fruit juice?"answer someone down there.

"I want strawberry juice, bananas and milk."

Just as Almira finished her conversation, Royyan suddenly approached right behind her. Royyan's body completely stuck with Almira's back, making the woman still wearing her nightgown round her eyeballs and sculpt. While Royyan calmly took over the tool while his hands hunkered on the dresser next to them.

"I want a hot little milk coffee."

"Okay, sir, we'll get it ready soon."

Soon Royyan kept the device back in place. And Almira was still pecking as she clenched her quivering lips, with the accompaniment of a beating heart so fast, that her knees were limp.

"I want to take a shower," she said, then Almira ran straight to the bathroom without looking at Royyan first, and without carrying a towel anyway.

Seeing that Almira was wrong, Royyan automatically put together his smile as he dried his hair. His eyeballs this morning were brighter than usual, his half-dry body was waving into the wardrobe room to change his clothes.

The wind that scattered around him seemed to rush back out of Royyan and Almira's room. He left a couple who were doing their respective activities. Royyan who had finished wearing a white shirt and black pants combined with a casual suit in matching color with his pants immediately came out of the clothing room with hair that had been neatly arranged.

At first glance the net turned to the bathroom door that was still closed, the clink of water that should have sounded was not heard, either, turning from the bathroom door he saw his wife's towel still hanging on the clothes clothesline near the bathroom.

Until I forget to bring a towel. What's he doing in the bathroom, taking a shower without that towel? Or maybe just want to run away from the cave.

Royyan's inner echoes as she shakes her head and paints her faint smile.

Almira, who was in the bathroom with her washing her face, was immediately stunned to notice her reflection in the glass. Then he turned his head violently at the tightly closed door as he continued to rub his soapy face and also displayed an unhappy face.

Because of you I forgot to bring a dongke towel! No guilt from the night made my heart continue to be told to exercise, while he was so calm, unfair! Watch out for you, later the cave that will make your heart like a marathon running simulation.

After he was satisfied he grumbled without making a sound, only his face was emitting resentment, immediately he washed his face clean of soap-soap, and rushed out to pick up the towel, then he went back into the bathroom, and then he went back to the bathroom, this time he actually went into the shower room to clean his body which always evaporates the fragrance.

Below, the first floor of the magnificent house consisting of four floors was, featuring a lot of fancy paintings and sculptural jars that are difficult to have by careless people on the wall and also the corner of the middle room. There Royyan was sitting on a long sofa quietly while reading a newspaper this morning, accompanied by a glass of milk coffee that had been ordered earlier.

Suddenly his mind crept into an idle cell phone lying on the table, he grabbed it and called his private secretary. Suddenly he remembered that in the near future there was a prestigious jewelry auction event among him.

"Hello sir, are you ready to go?"adrian said behind the phone, his voice sounded soft but still firm.

"The jewelry auction, how?"asked Royyan directly without answering any questions from Adrian.

"The invitation has arrived in my hands, sir, I will leave it to you."

"OKAY. I'll let you know if I want to get out of the house,"

"Good sir."

It was as short as his morning chat with his confidant. And he continued reading his newspaper again, after he sipped coffee with smoke still billowing into the air.

A few minutes passed Royyan spent reading the newspaper and also sipped his warm coffee as he waited for Almira until his wife prepared beautifully. The aroma of the typical parfume belonging to Almira began to descend and spread throughout the room including into the nose taper Royyan.

The mullet-haired man immediately turned his head and found that Almira had been wearing a cherry blossom dress on the knee with long sleeves and cleavage at the elbows all the way to her wrists as well as a wavy skirt.

"How come you haven't eaten? It was more than seven o'clock lo this," said Almira as she tidied her hair wearing a large ribbon-shaped clasp in matching color with her dress, after she finished touching the stairs.

"Meeting is still a long time, so it doesn't matter" he replied as he folded the newspaper and threw it on the table in front of him.

Then the little-eyed man swung from the sofa to his wife who was still near the connecting stairs between the first floor and the second floor of his house.

"You're in the office if there's a meeting for what?"kennyit Almira flicked her hair back.

"Not really."

"So far why haven't you left yet?"

Because you've been in the bathroom too long, your mediocre. Check my waist waiting for you to finish taking a shower for breakfast together. Fortunately beautiful, very beautiful again this morning, every day is beautiful, but why now my heart feels running a marathon anyway.

Royyan's mind was indeed that loud, but his mouth could not reveal a taste as loud as his inner. He breezed his way ahead of Almira without answering Almira's question. It made the white woman furious and upset until she clenched her hands into the air and was about to punch the wind, but she paled because Royyan was definitely aware of what she was doing.

Patience Almira .... Patience.

Two dishes of seafood fried rice containing small shrimp and also large shrimp as a topping, sausage and several other seafood toppings have been perched on the table. In addition there is a glass of water and fruits that have been peeled and ready to eat, except next to the plate Almira there is a glass of juice request earlier.

"Today I'm home late, there's something I want to do."izin Almira as she feeds her mouth with the fried rice.

"OKAY. Don't be night."

"Yes if you remember."

Suddenly the atmosphere became tense. Almira who was chewing her food immediately looked up and turned to Royyan, and it turned out that the man with a sharp gaze had seen the wife from earlier, because Almira's answer was not in accordance with her wishes.

"Don't do that, why the hell?"kernyit Almira shook his body to the side.

"What time's it?"after Royyan returned to eat breakfast the morning.

"You don't know, it hasn't gone yet."

"Jaudah is up."

He began his illness. I was mad when I came home last night, now I don't care. Know ah I'm dizzy, the feeling people eat human food, but why is it different.

After chattering in her mind, Almira squeaked an annoyance and scooped up the fried rice with a big mouthful and immediately she launched it into her mouth so that her mouth was full and tried for her to chew to the end.

After that little conversation, things turned silent. Almira no longer spoke out of annoyance with Royyan's reply. So that he shut his mouth to speak again, that mouth only he used to chew his food until it disappeared, up to the juice and fruits, ludes everything.

The dining table was clean from the food, and Royyan was out of his house, then immediately entered the car that had been prepared by his personal driver. As the yellow man took his cell phone which was in his pocket.

"Observe my wife, don't let your guard down." Royyan said firmly.

"Good boss. I've been getting ready in the alley of the boss's house" replied someone behind the phone.

"good. Do it well."

"Ready boss."

Royyan immediately turned off his phone and looked straight ahead as he shook his back to lean there.

"Let's walk."he told the driver.

"Alright sir." replied the driver as he prepared to drive his car.

That fear still resides in Royyan. The threatening letter added to his concerns, especially to his wife who did not know about the matter. For now it was only a letter and also someone who was trying to eliminate his life, but the muscular man was already thinking far ahead. His eyes were closed in the noisy contents of his head, there was so much he thought.

Where is Dirta?

After all these years, he never had any news. His activity is completely illegible. The cave must find him, before anything bad happens to the cave and Ami. Whatever it is, the cave will protect Ami.

A collection of questions that always managed to take over the attention of Royyan.

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