Captured by the Past
CHAPTER 21: The first bribe.

What else is this? What kind of treatment is this? Again, Royyan did not act in accordance with the agreement at the beginning, what if people realized our closeness, and everyone will be exposed to our lives that have never been exposed.

So this is what the message meant earlier, gaje really nih people.

What do you think?

His mind again chattered as he stared at his friend who was at the side with a face still unable to believe what had just happened before his eyes. Almira quickly took the two parcels to paint her beautiful smile with a forced, with the contents of her head running everywhere.

"Thank you" Almira said confusedly, there was nothing she could say but that word.

"Thank you again, miss, thank you for choosing our store."

As her husband did, Almira let go without answering the words of the woman. The difference is, Almira can still make a smile on the woman after she finished talking by clenching her hands. And Manda always followed Almira behind, wherever her best friend's steps swung she followed him.

His mind continued to drift everywhere, it felt like he wanted to go back home immediately and question everything to his husband. Sometimes he turned to Manda who had not spoken, either because he was surprised by Royyan's treatment of Almira or something he thought about.

In the midst of the boisterous people who visited the mall, Manda frowned and chattered inwardly. Making Almira unable to speak, the face of his best friend seemed so serious, unlike usual who always displayed a gentle face and calmness.

Gua sure the hell that guy likes Ra, but this is why I never realized anyway, crazy! He paid for Ra's groceries, which exceeded sixty million, where there are guys who want to spend money so if there is no want.

"Eh Ra, you really don't think that he likes you," said Manda suddenly, making Almira who was fighting with her mind immediately choked until she coughed. "Eh you why? Your wind choking,"he said after seeing Almira who coughed and flicked her steps immediately.

"Yeah you've got a lot of fun saying, the same cave he hasn't seen in a long time, when he likes me,"kilah Almira with an unsettled look in her eyes and tried to swallow her saliva quietly, but still there was no calmness within her at the moment.

Duh, sin does not lie as well as his own.

"Lu shadow deh yes, where there is a guy payin just any girl if there is no want," replied Manda again, still want to justify his strong belief.

Yes, anyway. And now the cave is afraid, but what does the man want.

Almira is forced to hide this from anyone, including her best friend. The agreement left him restricted to a piece of paper he signed himself, to what extent this would go on. I don't know when this will end, it's all in Royyan's hands.

The night wind struck the luxurious house occupied by Almira and Royyan. The curly-haired woman had just arrived at her house in a complete disguise. Every time he left and went back to his own home, he felt like a fugitive who was being targeted by the police with the highest power. He had to go in and out of the house without anyone's knowledge, possibly including a reliable dog.

"Welcome, miss, what does she want? Drink or take a shower, eat?"asked Syani who was standing in front of Almira who had just entered the house and was opening her mask, glasses and hat.

"I want to take a warm bath dong, all of you want to soak," he asked as he handed over his glasses, mask and hat to Syani.

Quickly the woman wearing the white uniform and the black pants picked it up as she bowed politely.

"Well miss, I will prepare in advance, please miss rest first on the sofa, we will immediately prepare a snack."

"OK," replied Almira as she raised one hand to form the symbol okay.

Slowly he dragged his steps lazily to the sofa that was in the middle room, dropping his body on the sofa. There's a lot of things he has to do today. She worked on at least five dresses in one day, not only designing, but she also participated in the pattern making and sewing process as well. Fatiguing.

The little woman's body looked exhausted. Her beautiful face suddenly shriveled, there were no spirit grains from her face that she always displayed in every second. Moreover, his mind has spread on the bag and shoes heels that were new in his purchase this morning.

Almira took a long breath. While both of his hands were deliberately stretched freely, letting the scattered wind grains around him fill the pores of his face and also his body that was almost invisible. His body and face were so smooth, that his pores were unable to be seen with the naked eye.

Warm strawberry milk and some pastries that have a sweet taste that fits idle on the table, none of which touch Almira. His fatigue was no longer described, so his hands were too weak even just to feed him his favorite food.

Laper ... thirsty too, want to eat, want to drink, but my hands have been too limp lifting dead things. Uh cake is not a thing, ah bodo lah! Someone wants to bribe me not anyway, tell Syani only time yes.

Almira's inner face as she closed her eyes permeated her fatigue. So tired, that he did not realize the arrival of Royyan.

The tall, well-built man deliberately placed his index finger over his lips as he was about to enter the house, commanding his servant not to make a sound. Soon the servants stepped back, after taking the bag that was often carried by Royyan.

While Royyan swung to the sofa on his wife's seat as he stripped the black coat of his body, then he rolled up his sleeves to the elbow, he threw the black suit onto the other sofa in front of his eyes.

"Nice?"chirped him without a cue as he dropped his body on the sofa to the left of Almira.

Suddenly Almira was aghast, his body twitched and stunned to the side until his eyeball opened immediately, with the accompaniment of the speeding heart, and rushed round his eyeball. Then one hand went to his chest and stuck there while continuing to look at the husband deeply and frown his forehead.

"Sir Royyan! What the heck, if it comes anyway can be a cue first from outside the house, play there on the side, cake devil know not? Crazy shock! Ih have no man yes you,"long chatter Almira as she pelts her husband with a small pillow that is nearby, and one leg was lifted up on the couch and then back down immediately.

As usual, Royyan did not answer the babble, his hand was busy slipping on one of the cakes on the table on a black plate with a rather large size. Then he picked it up and took the cake to Almira's mouth.

"Let's eat. Laper right?"royyan attached a piece of black forest to Almira's little lips.

Almira's body was getting stunned backwards bumping into the sofa she was sitting on, her flat eyes starting to have no purpose, what she wanted to see. Because the sight before him made his heart beat back very shaky.

"Eat," said Royyan in a low tone of voice.

Forced to open her eyes and devour half of the cake directly from her husband's hand, she chewed it softly and swallowed it. Delicious. The cake was really very tasty, the tongue was really spoiled with a sweet taste but there was a bit of bitter taste that seduced and made Almira addicted.

Not stopping there, Royyan still fed the golden-brown woman with another cake, which was no less delicious than the first cake he craved. Almira's mouth couldn't deny how good the cake was. It was the first time after six months of marriage that Royyan had fed him food.

"Why do you pay for my shoes, what if people realize and think about our relationship, you tell us to hide our marriage, right?"finally the question was spewed out before Royyan, after he finished swallowing the freshly chewed cake.

"Whose status are you in my life?"instead of answering, Royyan asked back as he devoured a piece of redvelvet cake with one mouthful.

Almira fell silent, thinking within a few minutes, until finally she realized what she meant by her husband's question.

"Is-tri," said Almira hesitantly changing her position to face Royyan.

Royyan nodded. He waited for the cake to go into his stomach quietly and unhurriedly, because if he choked it might not look cool. Thought so.

"That's the answer," he said after his mouth was empty of the cake.

The face of the beautiful and gentle woman frowned, in one clockwise direction her eyebrows were raised. Wife? It felt too strange to call herself a wife, while her position in the house was only a stranger who became a resident of the house. No wife's duties are performed.

"We're strangers living under one roof, what a trying wife," Almira's header twisted her body to look straight back and shook her body to the sofa. "I'll transfer the money to your account." he added.

Almira simply did not want to have a debt of gratitude that would probably be a catastrophe for her in the future. Her mind was always thinking badly of her husband. There are so many mysteries that surround Royyan and make Almira have a fear to depend on her own husband.

"Whatever. Please do whatever you want, "he taps as he moves from the couch swinging up the stairs, fumbling one by one without carrying an idle suit on the sofa.

Seeing Royyan move from before him, the flat-eyed woman only watched him in a mute without making a sound or moving from the sofa she was sitting on. Until the burly man sank into the second largest room of the house, he did not enter the main room which was his room with Almira.

Royyan shuffled into the room with a facial painting that looked exhausted. He dragged his steps lazily and threw the long-legged body onto the bed at will, after falling down he remained in that position without changing it to a more comfortable position from now on. He was closed, hearing the wind that came into his ears.

The more you refuse my gift, the more I will give something greater than the nominal you give me. There is no such thing as a farewell in this marriage, please wait a little longer, until I can monitor Dirta.

His mind re-emerged. He settles down with a mind that just keeps fighting with questions that he has to answer himself. Even the closed eyes can not bring it into the subconscious.

In the living room, Almira gets off the couch after Syani calls her and tells her that the warm water for her to soak is over, the water that has been mixed with soap has an inherent fragrance and is able to last the next twelve hours. Soap with a refreshing rose scent that envelops the bathroom with its distinctive aroma.

The tiny woman who had taken off all her clothes and changed into a towel that covered her body inched into the bathroom. With a soft step he entered into a wide bathtub in the shape of a round white, while around the bathtub has lined a variety of soaps, shampoos and also a mixture of scents for the bath. Sink into water that has been filled with soap bubbles.

Comfortable. Warm. Calm. His exhausted body instantly felt a spirit that could not be expressed in words, it was refreshing. Occasionally he rubbed his body with a soft sponge to remove the dirt from his body that can be obtained from street dust and also sweat that comes out of his body.

Turning away from Almira who was enjoying his time with the bathroom, the burly man seemed to be wandering in a different room with Almira, with a face of worry that never left his handsome face.

"The Dirta family business is still running in the culinary world, and Dirta Nugraha Hardi himself had disappeared from his family for four years after the death of Miss Elshara. His family sought his whereabouts but nil, until finally after four years Dirta returned with his chef title, he studied in Italy. Now he has a big restaurant in Bali, maybe he's in Bali, but I saw him wandering around Jakarta, "someone who hired Royyan to reveal the truth of Dirta's current existence.

"OKAY. Continue to look for deeper information, "Royyan replied firmly with his sharp gaze looking straight ahead, translucent out the window.

"Alright sir," said someone behind the phone.

Royyan flicked his steps and fell back onto the bed in the room, he restored his rough face, bowed down with both hands holding his hair. Then he snorted violently, exhaling his breath in annoyance.

"Fucking letters!"his lips then hit the walls of his room and then reflected back to his ears.

His burly hand reached into the crumpled piece of paper from his pants pocket, he read the letter once again, and it remained the same, a threat of murder he had never committed.

{Elu killer! Whenever that fact will never change, a murderer has no right to be happy with his partner. Gua knows you're married, but you're great too yeah, can hide the woman, but calm down. The cave will find him soon.}

The sound of the letter was very annoying. What kind of murder is meant by the author of a letter that never lists who he is. Royyan was really haunted by a threat that made him more upset and made his head so full that it felt like it wanted to break and spread pieces of explosion from the contents of his mind.

He squeezed out a piece of brown paper with an A4 paper size and was rather thick of it. Then he threw it carelessly into the corner of the room, before long Royyan brought his body firmly to the scrap of the letter and picked it up again, then he took out a flamethrower from his other pocket, then immediately burned the paper until it turned into flakes of ash scattered on the white ceramic floor with a skin tone in the middle.

"Until anyone touches Ami, the cave makes sure his life will be in trouble," cursed Royyan clenched his two hands dangling below directly in front of the flakes of ash from the burning paper, "She was a cavewoman, and no one could touch her but the cave" she continued as she turned her body to the door of the room that was closed.

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