Forced to marry Mr. Billoners
Insist
“I won't let that opportunity present.” Jerricco's words were enough to disappoint him, Damara felt in the bridle.
“Your goal binds me in this sacred promise for what?”
Jerricco stared at Damara's bead, “To accompany my days.”
Damara was not finished with Jerricco's words, very simple answers that came out of Jerricco's mouth. “Why should I, there are still many women out there who are better than me.”
Jerricco approached Damara, his outstretched hand touching the wife's white cheeks. “Because I want you.”
Damara pointed at herself, “I?” damara asked in a mocking tone. “Even earlier, you didn't want me!” damara.
Unable to hold back her tears, Damara walked away from Jerricco.
Jerricco closed his eyes at Damara's departure, a breath coming out of his mouth. Jerricco steps up to Damara, apparently seeing Damara come into their room.
Seeing Damara laying her body on the bed, then covering her body with a blanket. Jerricco was sitting on the edge of the bed, on the side of Damara's body.
Her outstretched hand stroked Damara's short hair, “Not that I don't want you, but I'm surprised to find you the first one to do this.”
Damara brushed off Jerricco's hand, “You should be grateful, not dump me. What do you think I am, a robot that has no heart,” Damara said. He forgot to call Jerricco his master.
“I didn't mean it that way, sorry.”
“Sorry words are not enough to treat my heartache!” damara. He pulled out a blanket to cover his body as well as drowned his grieved face.
“You want me to do what? I will grant it as long as you can forgive me,” Jerricco said in a pleading tone.
“I don't want to go to Italy, I want to be here and work as usual.”
Damara's words were clear, despite being blocked by a thick blanket. Jerricco pulled the blanket that covered Damara's face, “Alright if that's what you want, but I have to keep going back to Italy.”
Damara saw a glow of sadness from Jerricco's eyelids, but he wanted to calm his heart first. What Jerricco did to him, it made a little wound in his heart.
“Iya,” Damara replied briefly. He closed his eyes, not caring about Jerricco who was still beside him.
***
That morning Damara was ready to go to work, as was Jerricco who was ready to return to his country.
Damara looked at Kevin who came in a neat suit. “Master, the plane is ready.”
When hearing the sound of the chair being moved by Damara chose silence not to flinch, his gaze focused on the plate before him.
With the sound of a step away, Damara tried to raise his head and look to the side. There is still Kevin who is now staring at him, “What?”
“As a good wife, miss should escort the departure of Lord Jerricco.” Kevin's voice sounded resolute, and received no excuses from his interlocutors.
Damara kept the spoon he was holding, he walked up to Jerricco in a calm step unhurriedly.
As she walked out the main door, Damara saw Jerricco receiving a call, who Damara did not know from.
Damara's vision met with Jerricco's black bead. Damara tried to give Jerricco a smile, when he saw Jerricco put his phone in his pocket.
“Be careful,” Damara said. He saw Jerricco's thin smile very clearly.
One kiss landed on Damara's forehead. “Take care of yourself, don't get too tired.”
Damara was surprised to find Jerricco's treatment so gentle. Even Damara thought Jerricco would be angry because he refused to come along.
“Good, sir.” Damara bowed respectfully to Jerricco.
Kevin opens the car door for Jerricco. “Please, Lord.”
Damara watched Jerricco get into the car, and the car drove out of the gate.
“Why is it still here?” damara asked Kevin who was still in his place.
Hearing Damara's question, Kevin positioned his body against Damara. “I've been ordered to look after miss.”
“Then Mr Jerricco?”
“Nona doesn't have to worry about it. Miss immediately prepare, if you do not want to come late,” said Kevin while watching the clock that is circular on his wrist.
Damara walked in, she didn't want to be late coming to the restaurant. Because today there is an important guest, whom he must welcome.