
Verel's murmur was stuck when he saw Delmira just sitting with a blank look and the shirt he was wearing was still open.
Verel's hand moved to cover Delmira's body with a blanket. Then his feet stepped out of the room.
"Bi Lipah, make some warm tea for the lady in my room. Tell him to rest," Verel said when at the base of the steps he met with Bi Lipah, his feet then stepped into the garden beside the house.
"Yes, Den," replied bi Lipah without rejection.
His ass was then placed on a park bench. One cigarette is inserted between the index and middle fingers. Smoke began to billow when the fire had burned the cigarette.
"I'm going crazy because of him!" cuss back Verel by throwing cigarette smoke into the air.
"Maybe he rejects me! If I force him, it's not very funny! The impression is I raped her! He I paid, don't I have the right to be served? It doesn't make sense!" Smoke rose from the swearing coming out of Verel's mouth.
Meanwhile, Bi Lipah had brought a cup of tea, entered Verel's room.
'This woman again?' muttered inwardly bi Lipah, as her eyes glanced towards Delmira.
"Diminum Non," he tasted putting the tea on the nightstand near the bed.
Seeing Delmira just silent with a blank look and without the slightest response, bi Lipah undoes the intention to step away.
"Do I need to drink?" ketus bi Lipah's.
Again, Delmira fell silent without any response.
"Why is his face like a shaken person? What did Young Master Verel do to this woman?" muttered bi Lipah, "call her, hand moved touching Delmira's shoulder.
"I have to report with the young master," continued Bi Lipah to rush out of the room.
"Master... Mr...., the woman .. that woman_"
Bi Lipah looks dull and stuttering, her index finger pointing towards the inside of the house.
"What's wrong with him?"
"In.he just kept quiet."
"Let it go" Verel replied, his mouth endlessly puffing up cigarette smoke.
"But Mr _"
"Find him some good times. Maybe he's too tired to get bombarded with you" said Raka and sat down next to Verel.
Verel just grunted. He didn't want Raka to know what was really going on. Can-can reputation as a conqueror women directly tarnished because of a Delmira.
"How did Wilson meet with partners from Japan?" verel asked to switch the conversation to remove the slur in his brain.
"Why suddenly ask that? Isn't discussing the woman in your room more interesting?" sahut Raka while chuckling.
"I need answers not even ask questions!" verel's growl made Raka even more chuckle.
"Didn't the woman meet your expectations until Master's face was this angry to discuss it?"
Plaque.
Raka stroked the head that was hit by Verel's hand, her mouth was ringing.
"It's violence" Raka murmured.
"The work has been handled by Wilson and the report has been received. Don't worry, everything is in order. You just take care of the problem of the bed so as not to bother constantly," said Raka.
"Issst! Know what you're about!" furious Verel.
"Sir."
"Hmmm," Verel hummed in response, his hand pecking the match back at the burning cigarette.
"It is better that you get married, you are old enough to get married" Raka said in a serious tone.
"Never measure that household from the failure of a parent's household
Signore. It all depends on two people who live it," continued Raka.
"You deserve to be a marriage motivator. Unfortunately I won't be interested in what you're talking about" Verel replied, then stepped away from the park.
"Consider what I said!" raka shouted after Verel was at the entrance.
Verel only snorted in response. His feet kept walking towards his room.
His steps stopped when he was near the bed.
A smile was imprinted on Verel's face as he looked at Delmira sleeping on the bed.
Verel's hand moved to raise Delmira's legs that were still dangling from the bed.
"Beautiful" said Verel.