Captured by the Past
CHAPTER 22: Finding a dress.

The smell of roses spread throughout the main room which is now inhabited by a couple simultaneously. The rustling of water from inside the room is no longer heard, it is possible that Almira has finished her bath and soak. Almost an hour more he spent indulging his exhausted body after working all day.

There were so many things she had to finish in one day, the petite woman completed five of her client's dresses. She was not only a fashion expert but also took the plunge in preparing the pattern and also sewing the dress, to ensure that the dress design became a perfect dress to be used in the body of her client.

Almira, who was wearing a kimono towel, walked out of the bathroom as she dried her hair using a small white towel with the best material quality.

Droplets from his hair continued to follow his steps until he arrived in the middle of the spacious room, at the same time Royyan came out of his study without a single cloth of clothes, casually he showed his beautiful body to Almira.

"Sir Royyan! you don't have any clothes, it's fine if there's me in the shirt, '"pekik Almira as he covered his eyes with adhesion.

Royyan who was about to pass his wife without asking or greeting her because of her troubled mind. Instantly flicking his steps, hearing Almira's cry made the corners of his lips raise with a crack. There were mischievous thoughts growing in his mind.

Then he turned and swung towards his wife, without hesitation he held her hands together with a tight snare. Knowing her hands were held tightly, the solid eyes of the flat-eyed woman were getting hardened.

"Akhh .." - Almira's shout again broke the silence created there. "Lepasin or I kick ya, I'm not kidding, brother," he continued, pulling both his hands from the shackles of the husband.

What is the power, Almira a petite woman with a soft hand touch, the energy is not enough to fight the fitness of a Royyan who has a body filled with muscular muscles and strong stamina, it's not that easy to beat Royyan. The owner of this silat red belt has a very capable energy. Both corners of Royyan's lips rose, throwing a beautiful thin smile with her mischievous gaze.

The wet hair really shakes Royyan's defense, from head to toe Almira, making Royyan more passionate. Spit was increasingly difficult to swallow, white chest that looks soft in front of him more attractive Royyan to drown there.

Royya! Conscious. This is not the time, if you practice now, which is complicated by your own, your plan will fall apart, because what you keep is not just your wife, but your child. Be patient! Almira Miara Tisya will remain your wife, until then, so be patient.

To destroy the turbulent passion, Royyan pulls Almira's hand until she sinks into his arms. The little-eyed man buried his face in the nape that spread a fresh fragrance. Almira was shocked so much that she opened her eyes with a quick movement and of course her heartbeat was beating with a hunting rush.

The woman whose hair was still wet was pecking for a moment, Royyan's embrace was too warm to make her comfortable, even though her heart kept beating and made her slightly limp, her body did not give her the energy to pull over her husband's arms.

Whatisthis? Why all of a sudden, my hand why can't it move, it's dead! Come Almira .. You must fight it, do not be dodol, you must fight it. He's your husband, but that's not the truth, let's take ALMIRA!

While Royyan held Almira increasingly tight, blocking his wife's two hands dangling down, one hand on Almira's back, pressing him to attach the deck. While his other hand wrapped around the small waist of the golden brown-haired woman, did not escape the pressure that made Almira could not wart.

The mullet-haired man sank into Almira's half-dry nape with a painting of a sweet smile on his face.

"Sister Royyan is no longer possessed by a demon, is he?"he asked with a sculpting body, but in the next second Almira shook his body as an attempt to escape.

"You must get used to seeing me without a shirt, for I am your husband" he said with closed eyes and a hug that sank deeper into comfort.

"God! Don't worry, we're not real husbands and wives, you forget the same covenant you made yourself, our marriage no one knows, so I'm not your real wife,"peeking Almira as he continued to try to remove Royyan's embrace from his body, his hands were hanging out at Royyan's waist, "Udah ah cepetan loose, I don't ngizinin you make me hurt ya,"he pushed Royyan.

But Royyan's decapitation did not weaken, on the contrary, the decapitation was getting harder. Royyan stood up straight and drowned Almira's body in his arms deeper and deeper, pressing her to become more attached to it.

"Akhn ... Brother Royyan! Let alone ih," cried Almira still trying to push Royyan's body away from him.

"Stay like this, just for a moment. I beg ..."please ask Royyan to hold Almira's hand and bring her back.

"No want. Lepasin or-"

Not yet done Almira said, Royyan swiftly ambushed the words of his wife, "Or I will take you to bed, and you will not be able to run away," cut Royyan softened his embrace, he said, with both hands running on the back that is wrapped in a white kimono towel.

The deg! The deg! The deg!

Almira's lips clenched with strong eyes. His body trembled yet he felt an indescribable warmth. Comfortabley? Almira felt that comfort. Surely this couple had a hard day, but they did not divide, limited by the sense of prestige and the covenant of marriage written on paper. This hug can help relieve it.

Almira chose to shut up and enjoy the embrace, allowing her body to be the target of her husband's backrest. She began to close her eyes, feeling the warmth of Royyan's body, the distinctive scent of her husband attached to her. After more than eight months of living with Royyan, Almira had already picked up the scent well.

Slowly, I will show you how much I love you. Maybe at that time our meeting was short and in real sense it did not grow well. But I've fallen in love with you, and this marriage has strengthened my race for you, wait a little while.

Royyan's mind reflects a series of feelings that only God and himself know.

With the wind that had just passed, Royyan's embrace finally came off and continued his steps towards the bathroom, arriving at the door of his left hand grabbed his white kimono towel and he shuffled into the bathroom and the door closed tightly.

Seeing her husband pass by after hugging her without permission, Almira's face shriveled, then she threw her little towel towards the bathroom hallway. His eyeballs tapered as he hunted his own breath.

"Iish ..." growled Almira who then clenched her hands on the top parallel to her thin cheeks, "Hug no permission, it's been a whimper like that, you crazy dude!"he was upset while punching the wind in front of him.

His netting then twisted his body, stepped closer to the bed, scattering his body onto the bed. Then he grabbed his phone on the nightstand, he surfed on the social media he used, just like he was immersed in his behavior on social media, and forgot if he had not changed clothes. Even her wet hair, drenched the pillow she was sleeping on now.

Just twenty minutes into social media, a phone call came into his cell phone. From her employees she was assigned to look for the dress she would wear at the auction in two days.

"What's wrong?"he said after he received the call.

"I've found a dress that suits mom, do you want to see it? I found this dress from my own collection, it's a design that I made for last year's awards show in Paris, but I didn't use it" explains the person behind the phone.

The milky-white-skinned woman fell silent, diving into her memories to remember what kind of dress her employee meant. After a few seconds she fell silent, she finally nodded and remembered what the dress was.

"Yes that's it, prepare it as soon as possible."

"Good ma'am, I'll get ready soon."

While drying his hair and wearing a white towel hanging from his waist, Royyan shook his head. Diving into the grooves of Almira's white calf, the kimono towel that Almira uses is slightly raised and shows how beautiful the legs of Almira's level, the upper legs clearly seem to tease him.

"Why not wear clothes, sleep in bed again, you want me .." - cried who had turned his gaze to another object.

Almira blinked and immediately woke up from the bed and rushed into the wardrobe with widened eyes and an irritated wrinkled face, as she threw her phone on the bed in vain.

"Sir Royyan! Just look out for you, "he threatened her in the dress room.

"I wait," said Royyan outside, he was letting the night breeze tease him, the propsorsional body looking perfect, hanging out there as he looked up at the night sky with his eyes closed.

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Days have changed, as usual a couple is busy with their respective work. Such a big mansion is inhabited by a couple who more often look like strangers who share a place. The servants who worked there, occasionally gossiped about how the relationship between the two bosses was.

"Master and miss, husband and wife, right? Kok kayak that does not look like that, "the leg of one of the servants who was watering the flower yard that is very liked by Almira.

"Master and miss are both busy, and again they say they are married because of an arranged marriage" said Shani who was sweeping near the servant.

"Oh pantesan, and again we are forbidden to talk about if they are married," he nodded.

"According to me, whatever it is, you and the lady must have a reason, why her marriage should not be known by anyone."

After the two servants' conversation ended, Royyan went out first and immediately entered the black car that was used in his vehicle with the help of a driver. Shortly after that Almira also came out of the luxury house, his appearance was perfect like a detective in charge of finding important information. The sunglasses, white hat and black mask he never forgot when he left the big house.

Royyan prepares a driver and a car for his wife to go out of the house, but Almira never once uses it, until the driver does not have a job and finally he is transferred to his company to make a driver in the office, while Almira still want to drive his own car without the help of a driver.

"Basic stubbornness," soft-spoken Royyan.

Those words were always thrown from his small lips, in terms of physicality was indeed the superior Royyan, but the strong man was unable to resist Almira's belief. Almira's determination cannot be shaken.

Arriving at the boutique, Almira has been welcomed by her confidant, Sara. The always calm and radiant Paras suddenly turned into panic. Worry was clearly on Sara's face.

"Why? I just came, your face is like that," asked Almira as she passed by Sara, into the boutique.

"Sorry Brother Ra, the dress that will be used tomorrow night, someone wants it" she explained carefully.

"Well?!"almira was surprised.

He turned his head with a strong forehead twitch, making Sara drown limply and her lips were frozen, her body shaking violently. Fear Almira was inflamed and broke her anger this time as well. While Almira's gaze was getting tapered, she was angry not without cause, there was no more dress she could use for tomorrow night other than the dress.

"Why the hell, how do you bring the dress to the assessment of others, you how the hell Sara,"sesal Almira stepped forward with a firm footing.

"Sorry Brother Ra, I want to take her to Ra's room and the customer happens to come and ask for her dress. I tried to explain it, but she still wanted her dress, "long Sara, in a soft tone of voice, was careful that Almira would not grow.

"Judah where is it."Almira flicked her steps.

"There was in Vip's room, brother Ra,"sahut Sara walked ahead of Almira and led her boss to the right to the room where Vip was.

The two of them entered the room, and inside was already a middle-aged woman dressed in fashionable clothes watching the cerulean colored dress with a soft transparent layer of cloth, which was very thin, the dress with a long tail is indeed very beautiful, especially the accent on the chest that uses glittering beads from high-quality beads.

"Excuse me madam,"sapa Almira tried to lower her emotional lidkit.

"Ah hello." the middle-aged woman turned her head with a wide smile, as she stepped closer to Almira, "I really like this dress, whether I can have it, for my daughter who is going to attend an important event,"she continued cheerfully, her net splashed the happiness of a mother who wanted to see her daughter look beautiful.

When I give you anyway, continue tomorrow the cave must use what, besides the Sara instead of being hidden even blatantly, the cave is dizzy nyari dress again.****nih the Sara.

The woman who tied her hair like a ponytail let out a long sigh. His face showed no pleasure at all.

"Actually this dress is not sold, because this dress I designed last year and I will use tomorrow night" explained Almira carefully.

"Oh so yes, but I really want it, I will pay double, or otherwise I will pay triple, please lady."the middle-aged woman continued to plead with Almira.

Too bad. The dress is perfect for tomorrow night, but Almira is a fashion designer, after all, selling her designs to customers. For a moment she was stunned while looking at the dress, the beauty of the dress was never hers, from last year Almira really wanted it, but never got a chance. Today too repeated.

"OKAY. Sara's gonna take care of everything."

"Thank you lady, your design is very good and perfect for my daughter."

Almira flashed her true smile that she had no passion for smiling. Next she turned around and left the middle-aged woman with Sara to complete the transaction over the dress. While he was swinging madly into his room, he threw the small bag containing his valuables onto the sofa.

"Keep on what clothes, crazy!"almira's grunts ruffled her waist in front of the sofa, "Ah knows ah bodo very unwilling to think of the cave, tired,"he was still upset, then she swung to the sofa and lay on it.

Dropped weakly, staring at the empty ceiling that did not give him any solution. The pile of design files that had been ordered by his client had since just watched it, just watched it, the flat-eyed woman was still seethed by her frustration as she thought about how to find a dress for the important event in one night.

NEXT ....