Sandriana, My Lovely Sist
Part 10's. Ideal Wife

A ringing in the Young Master's special device rang. Inside the large room of his office despite the low volume of his salary but still it sounded because it broke the silence. In three calls Sandro did not glance at the slightest, ‘As Long As You Love Me’ ringtone from Backstreet Boys is more of an instrument entertainer the Young Master without the desire to answer the call using the ringtone.

This made Timothy understand what he had to do, answering the call representing the Young Master. Yep... The Young Master is like that, sometimes it can be so ignoring the call on his device, even if the special device sounds it is from someone closest to him. If you are serious about your work, the call of the Great Lord can be ignored, so do not discuss if from Emma, there are no exceptions.

“Master, I cannot answer it, this is from miss Emma..”

Timo thrust the black device belonging to the Young Master. The serious face of the Young Master was a little ripple seemed disturbed, but did not bother to take what Timo proffered.

Sandro answered then turned on the speaker and put the gadget on the table.

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“Em..”

“We meet, yes... lunch together.. I need to talk something.”.

“Today? What is Em?” about

“Iya, today.. Later when meet I tell you..”.

“But this afternoon I can't, we'll be dinner tonight, Timo will reserve the place.”

“Later my secretary only..there is a place I want to go with you.”.

“Alright... I close, I'm busy Em...”

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That's it, it's too short actually for lovers, but it was their normal conversation all along.

Timo when the Young Master answered his lover's phone deliberately away for a moment, now immediately come closer again, without moving away was actually no problem for Young Master, but it was not a problem for Young Master, and again the content of their conversation is very ordinary and always like that.

Timo helped clear up the files that Mr. Young had checked scattered on a large table full of power that controlled the lives of thousands of Mega Buana employees. Sandro always chose to learn all important files by reading the prints, he did not like too long dealing with electronic screens including computers, gadgets and even tv. Sandro is very careful to maintain the health of his eyes against the radiation beam of electronic devices.

The Young Master then struggled again with the matter while he checked, though, he will be very careful with all things even if an important file gets to his table it should be fine because he has subordinates who are very competent in their respective fields.

On the afternoon break…

“Mr... after lunch, there was a meeting with Marketing Director and Production Director.”

Timothy reminded, Mr. Sandro did not react. His eyes turned out of the room as he saw Dria leaving his desk with Delfris following her other three secretaries.

“Dria where you going? Lunch soon..”.

“Oh it.. Non Dria was told will eat at the cafe with Ruby, employees of the Finance Division, her son bu Lia.”.

“Lain times have Dria tell herself on me.”

“Why didn't you say it directly to Non Dria?”

Timothy answered like that but of course only in his heart.

Sandro said half annoyed, only twice did they miss lunch together and Sandro began to enjoy their togetherness, although Dria had not told much, still a little stiff talking to him. Even so his heart seemed impatient to wait for lunch. It was even deliberately refused a lunch invitation from Emma because she prefers lunch at the office with Dria. It feels like Sandro wants to pay for all the time togetherness lost ten years, want to realize the promise of a brother to his sister.

Dria is not completely free when dealing with him, not like when the girl was a little girl until she was a teenager, Sandro can remember how effective Dria was to him. Until now it is still recorded clearly in his strong memory how the happiest laughter of Dria and her most sad cry.

Therefore, in a few days, Sandro seemed to want to see again how Dria spoiled him. Sandro forgot that before this between them there was no normal interaction as a brother and sister, it was only natural that Dria had not been able to be completely open to the Young Master.

And one thing, the ten years of Dria's life without a mother only with a confused father how to take care of a teenage girl, has shaped her person into an independent girl.

“Mr... Please, your lunch is ready.”.

Timothy told his Master then headed for a chair where he used to sit waiting for the Young Master to finish his lunch, after that, it was only himself who ate lunch and continued with a break for approximately one hour if possible for him, before starting solid activities again.

A message from Miss Emma's secretary clinks in Timothy's device, telling the place where Young Master and his girlfriend will be dinner tonight.

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Sandro was restless in his seat, about fifteen minutes into his own sitting in a restaurant and there was no sign of Emma yet to appear. Usually Sandro understands if Emma is late because it's Emma's habit every time they meet, Sandro will wait quietly, not contacting to ask Emma's position is near where they met, Sandro will wait quietly, but this time Sandro has inquired about Emma's position more than twice.

After half an hour had passed, Sandro almost stood up from their table to leave the luxurious restaurant…

“Sandro... the street is very jammed.. so I'm a little late this time..”.

Emma sat with a face full of smiles. His appearance was so stunning and of course very classy. What is attached to his body can certainly not be a domestic brand even though he is someone who is in the fashion world has a garment with a famous brand also has a large textile company in this country.

“You're always late Em, not new this time..”.

Sandro did not hold back his frustration, so clearly coloring the sentence he just said. Sandro then continued his grunt…

“Other times don't make me wait like this, my time is wasted free here..”.

“Usually you do not protest San..”

Emma grunts. Just met again after two weeks, immediately get a bad-tone sentence from Sandro.

“No protest does not mean I accept... next time I will not wait for you, learn to appreciate our limited time.”.

Emma frowned looking at Sandro, her man behaving differently now.

“I just went home to the apartment to shower and change clothes, I don't want to meet you with clothes that have been attached to my body all day, so I'm a little late.”.

Emma tried to explain, her lover's face was very unpleasant to see, she was unusual with Sandro's attitude like this, usually there is no such thing, there is no such thing, there is no talk of attitude towards one another.

“I'm still with the same outfit Em..”

“San.. men are different from women, I want to always look good when with you.”.

“I never cared about it like that Em, for me the same.. You remain Emma whatever is attached to your body, will not change anything about you in my view.”.

Emma became surprised by the words of Sandro, she assumed that Sandro had understood so much and they had understood each other. The other side of Sandro is visible now, Emma thinks Sandro is the best man who is so patient with himself as a woman and always gives a great understanding of anything about him as a lover of three years.

And again, she felt in vain to have spent a few hours beautifying herself because she wanted to look perfect in Sandro's eyes.

"So... All this time, in vain have I always displayed the best and prettiest side of me? It's worth nothing to him..."

“Alright... we eat now only..”.

The woman with brown hair shifted the mood with the sentence while gesturing to a servant who would serve them specifically who had been waiting not far from their place.

Afterwards they ate in silence, judging by the way Sandro ate, he was not very tasteful and enjoyed their dinner.

“What do you want to talk about?”

Sandro did not mince words, he became impatient waiting for Emma to finish eating to talk about something Emma called this afternoon while calling her.

“Shortly..”.

The woman who had always been beautiful and perfect in every appearance immediately stopped her eating took a tissue on the table and cleaned her mouth. Don't wait for Sandro to do it, Sandro won't be that romantic. Sandro only noticed Emma's activities, honestly he wanted Emma as soon as possible to explain afterwards he could go home too.

Now Emma looked at the serious-faced Sandro who was also staring at her.

“I... starting next week will stay longer in S... You know, my brand market is wide open in the country, I need to see for myself some cooperation with the party there… this is a very good prospect..my office there is ready..”.

“That's it? I think there's something important.”

“This is important San.. soon we will live in a different country, I have to tell you something as important as this right? Time I go secretly?”

“Didn't it have been like that all along? You've been back and forth to the country without telling me?”

“That's because I was only there for a few days, I don't think I need to tell you. But now it's different, for the time being I'll be there, where might not tell you.

“Alright, I've heard it so now I'm going home.”

Emma again frowned the painting on her face. Sandro's response was too ordinary, he didn't like it. Time will be parting for long Sandro as if unaffected.

“San... You did not give any response?”

“You mean? What do you expect? You tell me about your activities later and I've heard about it. What response do you want from me?”

Emma breathed out violently. A good friend once criticized their relationship which he thought was too strange, a lover's relationship without a heart… Emma insists on denying and affirming that a man like Sandrolah is the most perfect for her because all this time their relationship is fine. But it seems that his friend's statement has a point, Sandro is too flat and never behaves as a gentle and sweet lover at all. Why hadn't he seen this before?

“We will live in two different countries and it seems that it does not matter to you..”.

“Em... Why complicate things? You alone will go, is that a problem for you?”

“Ya... I mean.. I want to hear something about that from your mouth, what do you think about us who will live in a different place.”.

“Is it important and can make you change your decision?”

“Ya... of course.. no...”.

Emma replied after thinking for a moment.

“Means obviously now, I repeat Em... don't complicate things, you'll go, please..it's your own life, your obsession, your job..

“Ya... I know.. but I need your response as someone closest to me regarding my move... I need encouragement from you San.”.

“It? Em... It is so childish and contradictory, like you have gone so far ahead, you have darted by yourself while I am far behind you.... how can I push you?”

Their point of view is different. Sandro really did not understand what Emma wanted to hear from Sandro's mouth as a lover. At least if you don't mind Emma's actions, just tell her something beautiful, an encouraging sentence or a sentence of hope and prayer, especially about their relationship. Only now did Emma understand that their relationship was not in the stage of understanding each other, their relationship was not as deep as she thought.

“Why do I now feel you have no hope about our relationship or about my existence for you, San?”

Emma said softly with a slightly bowed face. For some reason, Emma suddenly became more intense thinking about their relationship this time.

“You're wrong Em... I have expectations about our relationship, we've talked about it even I've introduced you to papi… do not just because you will go to S then suddenly you become melancholy like this.”.

“We did talk about it. but I started to realize that we were just talking about a relationship bond.

“Come Em... Why are you tonight? You've been intimidated by distance and two different countries, we've been living our relationship the same way all this time, being in the same city but rarely meeting? What are you worried about?”

Emma was silent for a moment while Sandro leaned back. Sandro became tired of their language which he thought was not really necessary to exaggerate.

“Honestly San... do you really expect me to be your wife?”

“Why ask again something for sure? Em... just go to S, I don't mind.. and don't discuss unnecessary things...”.

“What kind of wife do you expect San? Have I fulfilled it..”.

Emma still continues to not care about Sandro's words before.

“Emma Lynne..”

Sandro became dislike of Emma's way tonight.

“Jawab only... I want to know San.. this is important to me...”.

“Our relationship has been going on all this time.that means my wishes and expectations about you are still the same.”.

Emma remembered something…

“Audreey once said.. You want a wife like your mom who lives at home and takes care of the house, takes care of the kids and you alone, I.

Emma said in a low voice. Imagining life as Sandro wishes makes him shudder, he doesn't like to be silent, he doesn't like children either, he doesn't like the work of a housewife, he doesn't like the work of a housewife, she is an independent modern woman and is running a sizable business. She doesn't want her life 'stamped' at home just for being Sandro's wife.

Sandro's eyes looked at Emma fixed and silent for a while. He did have a shadow and a dream about what his ideal wife would be like. But he never mentioned it in front of Emma.

“San..”

“Already Em... I forgot to ever say that.. let's just go home, I'm too tired and you know I don't like to arrive home past ten..”.

Sandro immediately stood up from the chair, reiterating to Emma his attitude that did not want to extend their discussion and affirming his intention to return home immediately. Emma had to reach for the bag and gawainya that she put on the table before starting to eat earlier.

“Ayo... I'll drop you off this time..”.

Sandro said as he grabbed Emma's hand holding the hand so that Emma immediately followed her up from there.

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