Sharing a Bed
Chapters 1. Rama Mahardika

One was sitting behind a long table, in front of him was a laptop displaying marketing graphics.

The graph before him was already like the heartbeat of a dying patient, rising slightly and freefalling all the way to the bottom.

Don't ask how angry the person currently standing in front of the screen is, everyone is only able to lower their heads without daring to glance right-left.

"I don't want to know, next month there must be an increase. If not ... I cut your salary!" rama said, slamming the door.

The sound of the door being slammed echoed throughout the room, after the departure of Rama then all employees dared to look up at him.

"Jeez, really grab Mr. Boss if you're angry." complained one of the employees.

While on the other hand a person was stepping with explosive anger into the room.

The fire that was blazing in his chest was as if it was doused by gasoline after seeing a beautiful woman sitting sweetly before him.

It seemed that he had waited so long there, seeing his sparkling eyes seeing the coming of Rama.

"Mas, I brought you lunch. I .." said Melati welcome the arrival of her husband, Rama Mahardika.

Brakk ...

Rama immediately threw away the lunchbox that was on the table, with anger he clamped Jasmine's jaw with his big fingers.

"I told you, don't come to the office if it doesn't matter!" shouted Rama.

Melati made no sound, her eyes heated up and a stream of clear water ran down the end of her eyes.

Seeing this Rama immediately threw out Jasmine jaws and turned his body, he massaged his forehead. Really he did not mean that, he was just unable to withstand his emotions that were currently exploding.

Melati tried to stop her crying and wipe away the tears that had melted more and more.

A man with a well-built posture with curly hair came into the room, he threw his suave smile towards Melati.

"Mr Rama is busy Madam, I'm taking her outside .." said Vicky respectfully.

No other choice, Melati immediately grabbed her bag and stepped up to follow Vicky. They soon left Rama to have little room to think.

They got into the elevator, looking Melati who was still trying to hold her prank. Eagerly wanting Vicky to hug and soothe her, unfortunately she wasn't brave enough for that.

"I'm sure he will change" said Melati.

"Until when? Until you die in his hands?" Vicky starts to get anxious with Melati's always-the same thought.

Does he not love himself? So glad to allow Rama to torment his tiny body at all times.

Even Vicky assures that there are many bruises behind the cloth wrapped around Melati's body at this time,

"If you love me, let us live in peace" Melati said in a cold voice.

"What peace? Life like this you say peace. Conscious Mel ..he's only been torturing you all this time" said Vicky clutching Melati's shoulder, and immediately tepis by her.

"Mel I beg you, I can be quiet when you marry Rama, my best friend. But I can't accept that you keep this Mel ..." Vicky looked at Melati sadly.

"I'm fine, and remember I'm the mistress of this company. Please keep your limits" Melati said, ending the debate.

At the same time the elevator doors opened, they came out and acted like superiors and subordinates. Vicky returned to being formal even though his eyes still implied pain.

Melati gave her greetings and stepped away from Vicky who was still standing in the doorway of the office, her eyes looking at the nanar towards Melati who had already climbed into her private car.

Vicky opened the door of his superior room, there was still Rama sitting in front of the laptop with closed eyes, his fingers massaging the base of the nose.

"He's home yet?" asked Rama coldly.

"Here." answered Vicky briefly.

"Bring it out, " said Rama staring at the bag of provisions on his desk.

"At least you should appreciate your wife Ram's efforts, she's been working hard" said Vicky, leaning back on the chair.

"Can we concentrate, and not discuss the supply problem?" said Rama began to look at the laptop and play his fingers.

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On the other hand, a woman was sitting in a car. At the end of his eyes began to flow streams of clear water.

"I'm sure that time will come. I will wait for you Mas, even though it is so painful." said Melati Lirih.