Savingswoman
35. Early Struggle

Farel stroked Raisya's mane gently. His eyes were constantly staring at the shady face of the woman.

“Is your sleep good?” Farel's hand gently stroked the silent face of Raisya by closing his eyes.

The sun is visible at the end of it, making space infinity. The sound of birds and the roar of the waterfall was clearly heard in the shade that morning. The cold weather makes anyone prefer to coiled in the moss again. But not for Farel, he has a task that can not be left this time.

“I'm sorry, I have to leave you a few days.” Farel kissed Raisya's forehead long ago. Then get up to the bathroom.

Half an hour passed. Farel now looks neat with his black suit. His burly hand was busy installing a watch with a mixture of black and silver.

Farel walked closer to the bed with the figure of a beautiful woman who was still loyal to close her eyes. Her soft smile was hard.

“Ah, actually I don't want to leave you, but what can I do. Wait for me, I'll be back.”

Farel left the luxurious room. Walk down every hallway that looks lonely. His eyes stared at the several bodyguards lined up neatly in front of the door with faces holding back his sleepiness.

Those standing in front of the door gasped simultaneously upon hearing the sound of footsteps. Even more jolted when their eyes looked at the figure of the superiors who were very creepy. The drowsiness and coldness they felt immediately disappeared without a trace.

“I hope you are not negligent until your guard time runs out.” Farel said firmly. Seeing those who looked sleepy made him want to get angry. What if an intruder comes in here.

They were shivering at the words of his master. The coldness in that place could not defeat their fear of Farel's cold attitude. They quickly nodded and stood up straight.

“Good Sir. Forgive us. We will support this place safely.”

Farel nodded at the serious faces of all of them. “If there is a small mistake that you do, just be prepared, your life is the guarantee.” Farel walked away. Leaving his bottom that is choked with his speech.

“Hah! Got his ruthless boss is amazing.”

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Farel stared at the investors flatly. The issue of the Balawel family stock withdrawal became a debate for all of them. Many of them disagreed with what he had done.

“Im sorry Mr. Not that we want to be presumptuous, but with you withdrawing all those shares, the company will have a considerable loss,” said the man in a navy blue shirt.

“Master.” say to all of those who attended the meeting.

Ricard who was sitting beside Farel felt goosebumps. In his heart, he cursed them all. How could they foolishly provoke that cruel superior.

“Already! That's your only reason?” Farel asked in a sarcastic tone.

All those who heard Farel's reply furrowed their eyebrows, not understanding the meaning of his words.

Brak!

They all jumped to see Farel who suddenly stood up. Farel stared at them one by one.

“You dare question my decision? How long have you guys been working here?” Farel hissing sharply.

They shivered in fear hearing Farel's sharp tone.

“You think I didn't think about the consequences of my decision. Ricard.” Farel looked at Ricard.

Ricard who understood with the intention of Farel immediately stood up and distributed the map to all people who attended the meeting. They stiffened to see what the contents of the map were. A brilliant plan that can generate money coffers. They gulped nervously.

“Inspect us sir.” The man who had protested Farel's decision bowed. Bending right behind Farel due to his upper position that turned his back on them all.

Farel was silent not flinching at all. He was very upset with all of them. Because their time with Raisya should be reduced. He should still be with Raisya today. But they all made plans that he had neatly arranged to fall apart.

“If you guys are not interested in working here, please go!” Farel sauntered away without looking at them one by one.

They were all shocked to hear Farel's words. Quickly they stood up to swarm Ricard. Trying to ask for help from the assistant trust over him.

“Pak Ricard, we beg_”

“stop! It was all your fault. You should learn from previous experiences. Only have shares of no more than five percent already in style, now see the result.” Ricard breezed away leaving all of them with pale faces.

“How is this?”

Raisya. His eyes were busy observing the ceiling of the room that felt unfamiliar to him.

Chequek!

“Mistress, you're awake?” Jesika entered her upper room with a tray in both hands.

Raisya turned her head for a while, then her gaze returned straight up. Jesika who saw the flat response exhaled a soft breath. He used to be a psychologist. Little did he know of the current state of the madam. Inwardly he promised to help heal the mistress.

Jesika stepped closer to the side of the bed. Her slender hand placed a tray filled with food on top of the little nightstand.

“Mistress, I help you to clean-up.” Jesika mnatap Raisya soft.

Raisya was just speechless, reluctant to answer or see anyone.

Jesika who understands the current state of Raisya is trying to be patient. Her pliers skillfully helped Raisya to stand up. In his heart he was grateful, Madam did not make a rebellion.

In the bathroom, Jesika wiped Raisya's entire body. Her plaintiff carefully replaced the bandage that was still attached to the neck of that level. Horrible wounds are visible there.

Without the help of drugs make the wound look far worse than the usual wound. His slender hand gently washed the wound, ridding it of the herbal medicine that stuck there and replacing it with new.

Raisya gritted her teeth feeling a pain in her neck. Even though his face looked the same, but the pain he felt from the wound was still the same.

“Well, it's done. Now let's choose the clothes you will wear.” Jesika takes Raisya into the special room of clothes.

Jesika's eyes widened to see hundreds of women's clothes hanging neatly there. Not cheap clothes that he often saw, but clothes worth billions. Oh my God, when can he have such clothes.

Raisya who saw the silent Jesika got up. Her plaintiff skillfully chose the clothes that were in the corner of the room. Like life.

Jesika who saw the color Raisya chose frowned. The color selection of the shirt is also a standard assessment of a person's mental condition. His eyes glared as bad thoughts flashed in his brain. He slowly approached, and held onto Raisya's shoulder.

“Mistress, have you lost the person you love the most?”

Raisya froze at the question.His hand justifying the location of the collar on the neck came to a halt. His flat eyes now seemed to tremble.

Jesika who saw that gaze sighed softly. Guess correct. Now he must help Raisya rise from his slump. He had lost the person he loved the most, and it was painful. He didn't want anyone else to feel it.

Jesika's hand slowly brought Raisya's shoulder to face him. “Mistress, I will help you to rise!” said firmly.

Raisya looked into those serious looking eyes. A little hope came to his heart. Can he ask for help with this woman?

“Can you help me to meet Jhonatan?”

Jesika looked at Raisya in confusion. Who is Jhonatan?

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