My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 34 - The True Life

This is the beginning of Amara's real life. His degree seemed to lift suddenly, the world as quickly as it changed. Like turning a palm, she became an impromptu cinderella without cue.

After being confused by the treatment of several men in black suits at the airport, Amara is now stunned when the car enters a mansion that is much larger than the residence of her in-laws.

Naturally Mikhail repeatedly asked Syakil's permission in order to stay here temporarily. Even if all the residents were inside the mansion, it seemed that shouting in the living room would not be heard in the dining room.

"Welcome, Miss ... It seems like the journey is quite tiring, right?"

Amara nodded slowly, the man who had previously lowered his head for a while now greeted her so politely. Amara felt a little uncomfortable with the treatment of people here, even though at home in-laws alone was quite uncomfortable, let alone this.

If Amara looked around, it was likely that his space of movement would be even more limited than where it had been before. Syakil said he only lived with assistants and a few maids in this house, but what Amara now met feels a lot.

They're just the two of them, why are the servants that much. Shakil is excessive, or indeed a lot of money to pay someone, thought Amara.

"Kendrick, my assistant."

Ah, his life was serious as well. Amara thought only Mikhail's life was as busy as important people. Their faces are quite foreign to Amara, it may take a few days to be able to tell the difference because in Amara's eyes they almost all look alike.

"Silent, she's sweet as you told me."

Syakil just smiled at Kendrick's praise for his wife. The man did not blame Kendrick's statement, the woman was indeed quiet and did not ask much questions. Even today Amara has no intention of revealing her name to Kendrick, which is amazing.

Entering her new residence, Amara does not release Syakil for a moment. As if afraid when this is the real place to go home for Amara.

Amara looked around like someone who had never entered this luxurious residence, even though Amara had also felt enough life before. However, this time somehow Amara really felt like a child picked up by a rich man.

Already trying to look ordinary, but still Amara's eyes go everywhere and she was admiring the wealth of her own husband even opened her mouth until Syakil chuckles made.

"Woah .. It's natural that brother Mikhail asked for this, rich as it turns out," she still could not cover the admiration for her own husband.

"Indeed, I'm even richer than you imagined, Ra."

Syakil raised his eyebrows, the man was proud of himself. Amara who had praised the wealth of Syakil was regretful to the roots.

"It's all yours now, Ra."

Just as Mikhail loved a woman that much, Syakil did. When he manages to get someone in his life, Syakil will try to make them feel at home in any way.

"Why is that?"

Amara frowned, a little confused as to why Syakil suddenly spoke like that.

"Said Papa, if you're married what the husband has is the right of the wife .. So, whatever I have, it means belonging together because we're married."

The statement that succeeded made Amara want to roll around. Really, before absolutely no man has managed to make Amara's heart this warm.

He really dragged Amara in his life without bringing anything. Let alone the treasure, not nothing Amara had even drained the pocket of Syakil without him intentionally.

"Ehm, don't think too much .. You're tired right? Sleep there, it's almost late," Syakil said after staring at his left wrist.

"alone?" tanya Amara stared intently at Syakil, not a day here but had been left alone.

"Yes, there's something I want to do for a while. It won't take long, I swear."

Syakil is Syakil, a man who will always spend his time making sure everything is okay. Long time to relax and rely on a Kendrick, Syakil must clearly return to his world.

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"Ck, you're lying again."

The woman snorted in annoyance, she started to fidget because this place was so foreign to her. The more luxurious the room, Amara was actually afraid of himself because in this place he did not hear other signs of life around him.

Amara passes out, though she is not sure she can find Syakil anytime soon, as a woman who likes challenges, Amara will try to conquer him tonight.

"Huh!! Jeez ...."

Since it had been made slender, now his heart seemed to be made out of place when watching a man standing guard at the door of his room.

"Is there anything we can help you with, miss?" The man asked with a flat face and successfully made Amara afraid in fact.

"Why are you here?" amara asked a little stiff because she was still that sweet and had suspected that the figure was the ancient supernatural of this mansion.

"We were assigned master to look after Miss," the man replied and made Amara look at the two in disbelief, Amara's previous guess was absolutely correct.

"Pregnated me? I'm fine in the room and I don't want to go why should I be guarded?"

Believe me, followed everywhere Amara was tired. Now, Syakil actually asked his people to look after Amara even from the front door of the room, obviously the woman was very upset.

There was no answer after that, maybe their job was just to keep up and not to talk to Amara. They focus on facing forward and this really sucks for Amara.

Too upset with them, Amara again continued her steps. Yes, the initial goal was to find Syakil, obviously all he had to go to was the work space of the husband.

"Why are you coming?"

"Where are you going? Master doesn't allow you to be in trouble, Miss."

If life is like this it feels better ordinary, Amara rubs her face rough and thinks it looks like Syakil needs to diruqyah first so as not to be this crazy.

"Where is my husband's work space? Just tell me where it is, I can be alone."

Amara is not used to this, really she is not a royal princess that needs to be followed like this. Besides this inside the house, why should the bodyguards follow up to two people like this, he thought.

"It's on the west side, let me drop you off, miss."

Willing to refuse but unable to, Amara followed the man's steps despite her unusually irritated chest.

"Please, Miss."

The door is opened, Amara is dreaming of entering the world of novels or how it really is. Whatever, for now Amara just wants to find her husband, that's all.

"Sleep?" Amara let out a long sigh as Syakil fell asleep while leaning back in her chair, possibly exhausted and unintentional.

-tbc

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