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WSMC. 55

The next day, as usual. Ayara first woke up and now is in the kitchen helping others to prepare breakfast.

After everything was ready, the brand was prepared because the occupants of the mansion would immediately come down to enjoy breakfast. Not to forget the young master of the mansion had already asked Ayara to help him, although Ayara knew that it was only the wits of Cakra so that she would be on the side of the cold man.

"Where's Ayara?" Damendra did not find someone he already considered his own daughter.

"Daddy doesn't seem to know, it's your son who's been keeping him in the room. Here's the coffee." Yuri put down her husband's favorite cup of black coffee.

"Heh, if I become Ayara. Better to find another man who isn't as hard as him, it would be better if Ayara stayed away from him." The words so spontaneously came out of the mouth of a man who was very respected.

"Daddy!" Yuri who dislikes the words of her husband.

"Why? Anyway, Ayara wouldn't act like that either. They already like each other." Damendra was enthusiastic enough to refute his wife's remarks.

Twisting her two eyeballs so very lazily, Yuri chose not to argue anymore with her husband. Continuing the delayed breakfast, Damendra leaves for the company.

In the chamber of Cakra, the man thus thinks of the woman. They sat together on the balcony of his room, enjoying the breakfast that Ayara had brought before. Cakra seemed to get more excited and his condition slowly began to improve, but not for Ayara.

" Why, baby? You look uninspired this morning, is there anything you're hiding from me?" Investigate Cakra by looking at Ayara very closely.

"Nothing, just enjoying the fresh air in the morning. Today, sir there's a schedule for re-control. As well as the main therapy for the legs, so this breakfast must be spent yes." Ayara began to feed Cakra with the food she brought.

"Don't lie to me, Ayara. Just say it." Cakra was very sure that there was something Ayara was hiding from him.

"Trust me, I didn't lie to you about anything." Ayara touches the back of Cakra's hand, convincing him that she is telling the truth.

"Aragh!" Cakra suddenly gasped in shock at the pain he felt in his legs.

Just then, after finishing with breakfast and taking a break. Ayara began therapy on Cakra's legs, she began massaging slowly on nerve points that she knew only. For several weeks he tried this method, not desperate and continue to hope there will be something successful from his efforts.

"Master! What's up?" Panicked Ayara who heard the cry of Cakra.

"Sstth, that. My legs feel like they're punctured when your hands move." Correct explanation of the chakras.

"really? You're not lying, that's the sign. Ah sir, congratulations." Unknowingly Ayara embraced Cakra for her happiness knowing the response given by Cakra's legs.

The deg!

The deg!

The deg!

The sound of Cakra's heartbeat was so fast that it was running, the feeling of pain and happiness mixed into one. He replies to what Ayara did to him, but when Cakra puts his hand on Ayara. Quickly the woman noticed it and pushed Cakra's chest away from her, the cheek turned slightly flushed over the embarrassment she felt.

"Sorry sir, I'm sorry." He moved to bring the empty food to the kitchen, but Cakra immediately prevented him.

"Marry me, Ayara?"

For the umpteenth time, Cakra said this to Ayara. But somehow he seemed to have not been chosen to answer and receive.