His Purpose
182. Recluse: Misunderstanding

May 29, 1997

"Darling, are you sure it's okay for me to stay?" Abhi rested on the edge of the bed, rubbing the head of Sandra who was lying on her side.

Since morning, the woman complained of not feeling well. Even though tonight is Abhi's company's birthday party.

Sandra shook her head small. "What's wrong, you just go. I'm sorry I can't come this time" whispered Sandra weakly.

Raut Abhi looked unconvinced, she seemed reluctant to go see how pale Sandra's face was now.

"I'm at home" Abhi broke up.

But Sandra nodded. "Don't. The time of the owner did not come? What your colleagues say later. They'll feel disrespected."

"But you're sick. I won't be calm leaving you."

"I'm fine, just a little dizzy. Carried to sleep also healed."

"You must be too tired to take care of our 2 children. Shouldn't you hire 1 person to help?"

Sandra shakes. "I can still take care of them. Moreover, Gibran also has a big, not so troublesome because he is not as active as Gabriel."

Abhi breathed a sigh. Sandra and her decision are hard to change.

"Have you tried the testpack?" asked Abhi suddenly.

"Yet. Why why?"

Shaking her head, Abhi smiled. "It's nothing. Who knew El wanted a sister? Who know?" he sniffed.

Sandra clucking. "Where is. I'm still active KB, really."

"Nobody knows God's will."

"Have gone there. It's late." Sandra grabbed Abhi's hand, removing her swab from the head.

Abhi still looks heavy leaving Sandra. Though he himself was neat, although Sandra still had time to prepare clothes for Abhi. Abhi has already banned, but Sandra is stubborn and continues to do her job as usual.

"Oh come on .. I'm not Gibran or Gabriel you should worry about when you're sick. Why do you have to be that hot?"

For a moment Abhi was silent. He breathed before speaking. "Oh, my feelings just weren't good. I'm afraid you're okay. Aunt is coming home, you're home alone."

"Abhi, it's an important event for your company. You have to come no matter what," Sandra said.

Abhi who could not argue because Sandra's words were true. Abhi couldn't have been absent from the event. As the host, he must be present.

"alright. Call me if there's anything. No, you have to call at least once an hour."

Sandra chuckled. "You're funny, yeah. The romance is like we're different cities and countries."

Abhi frowning. "You know I miss you all the time."

"Yes yes .. there go."

Having no choice, Abhi leaves, leaving Sandra and her children with a heavy heart.

I don't know why, but this time Abhi's feeling bad. It was as if something big was about to happen after this.

***

"Whatever it takes, Sandra has to get divorced from her poor husband." David Willis sipped in his cigar while leaning arrogantly, sitting cross-legged with eyes panning straight meaningfully.

Beside him, Jim lowered his head in a respectful manner. "Sir, just calm down. All plans are ready. I make sure my men never fail to do the mission."

David has no voice, a sign that he believes and leaves it all to Jim and his men.

Meanwhile, in a hotel ballroom people were coming. Abhimanyu looked modestly welcoming his guests.

Among the crowd, a young, beautiful, sexy woman looks at Abhi with a hungry look full of meaning.

So he's the one? Handsome and charismatic. I won't regret sleeping with her even last night.

He grinned, biting his lips a little before then sipping the wine in his hand.

Time moved quickly until midnight. The event had just finished just as Abhi gave his final speech on the podium.

The man smiled widely and came down from the stage. Someone gave him a glass of wine to toast, Abhi accepted happily as a form of respect.

In a moment, his mind.

Guests leave the ballroom. Just when that Abhi felt her head slightly dizzy, moreover the heat in her throat seemed to spread throughout the body.

"Sir, are you okay?" The assistant asked worriedly as soon as he saw Abhi frowning.

Abhi shook her head. "I'm doing fine. You go home first, it's night."

Jhon was hesitant. "You sure you can go home by yourself? I see you didn't bring the driver."

Abhi smilingly patted Jhon's shoulder. "Can. Already there, your wife must be waiting. I know how it feels to miss home."

Because he feels the same now. He misses Sandra, he wants to touch Sandra. Approximately, whether his wife can be invited to make love. He was sick, Abhi thought.

Finally, Jhon left Abhi. Abhi walked gontai entering the elevator. His head grew longer and more dizzy. The focus seems to be divided and scattered. Things that make him not so pay attention when someone takes him to a room in the hotel.

Abhi's consciousness slightly returned when it was felt that something was attacking her lips ferociously. A hot kiss that tempered and made the heat in Abhi's body even more lit.

Some time Abhi let the kiss until when a hand began to touch the body and unbutton his suit, then Abhi pushed rough the sassy person.

Abhi's breathing panted, her face red with dark eyes restraining passion. He found a woman smiling abusively looking at him with the same burning desire.

"Who are you?" hiss Abhi sharp.

Instead of answering, the woman again approached him with a seductive gesture. Abhi was almost blown away when the clumsy hand rubbed something hard at the center of his body.

But he immediately regained his senses and brushed off the delicate hand. She remembered Sandra and her children.

I have to go home, Abhi.

He tried to get up, but his head was pounding more, and his body's response was increasingly unreasonable.

The woman pushed Abhi into the bed until her tall body fell flat there. He then climbed Abhi's body and began to re-launch the temptation and touch that made Abhi even more helpless.

But Abhi kept trying to defend himself and pushed hard on the woman until she fell, falling on the floor.

The woman hissed annoyed. Roughly he got up and went back up Abhi's body, kissing her with a stir to dismiss all Abhi resistance.

Abhi roared furiously slapping the woman. He even without hesitation smashed the slender body until it was thrown into the closet.

"Akh." The woman was in pain.

Unexpectedly the door opened violently displaying Jhon returning with an anxious look. Sure enough, something must have happened to the boss.

"Master!" Jhon cried out to Abhi who was writhing on the bed.

The man's face was a dead red holding something back.

"Damn. A stimulant drug," he hissed furiously.

He glanced at the woman who was still grimacing in pain touching her hip while trying to stand up.

Jhon rushed up to the woman and unhesitatingly dragged her out disrespectfully. He then closed the door tightly and went back to Abhi who looked very tortured.

What should he do with an Abhi like this? Jhon is still relatively new to work with Abhi, he does not know where his boss's home address is.

"God ..." she lamented that her hair was restored.

Finally a crazy idea came to his brain. Jhon went out and locked Abhi in the room, he went out of nowhere. Until a moment later Jhon again brought a half-body satisfied doll that he did not get from nowhere.

The man came in and locked the door to Abhi's room.

"Sir." Jhon flipped Abhi's body which had been lying on his stomach rubbing a blanket.

Abhi's breath gasped as he muttered. "Sandra ... Sandra ... Aaarrrgh!!!"

Abhimanyu never stopped voicing the name of his wife.

While Sandra herself was staring coldly at a portrait featuring a photo of Abhi and a woman kissing hot in a hotel room.

He squeezed the photo with a flat face, tearing it into small fragments before throwing it into a closet.

"Fuck," his his hiss was sharp.