
Still looking at Gala's strapping body that had entered the car. Yara rolled her eyeballs and insisted on not wanting one car with Gala.
"Miss?" call someone.
Yara was aghast as she glanced at the source of the voice. Andro!
"Miss where I'm going" Andro bargained.
The girl is still silent. His heart was beating abnormally. The man in front of her was a man she admired the first time she met.
"Miss?"
"Eh, yes. Sorry," said Yara while tucking some children's hair that was scattered covering her ears.
"Is Miss waiting for someone?"
"Ehm, no. I ... "
Deg!
Yara was shocked when a muscular hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder.
"I'm sorry, my wife can't talk to another man!"
Deg!!
Yara's heart rate is pumping faster. Her manic was widened upon hearing the words of the man who was embracing her. Yep! Who else if not Gala, the arch-enemy of Yara who is also her husband.
"Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Gala. I didn't mean to bother Miss Yara," Andro said politely.
"No! Not bothering me at all. It's just ..." stared at Gala's bead with a murderous gaze. "Only, Mr. Gala is too much!" pinching Gala's waist.
Gala jumps. Hhhh! Awww! Inner squealing.
"I'm sorry for interrupting Master and Miss's time. Then excuse me," bow your head.
"Loh why? Wanna go where? You're not interrupting. He's actually the one who's bothering!" staring at the Gala bead sharply.
Andro looked confused. He did not know how to answer the question posed by Yara. He really doesn't know what to say. "Ehm, yes ... "
"Not to answer. I'll take my wife," pull Yara's arm.
"Ishh, release. Om Gala, let go! Sick ihh," whined Yara but not cared for by Gala.
Andro frowned when he saw the behavior of his boss. "Are they husband and wife? But it looks so strange" he muttered and walked to his car park.
While in the car that was riding Gala and Yara, it appears that both of them put on a sour look. Gala becomes upset when she sees Yara's attitude treating Andro and herself differently.
"Don't get close to that guy!" ketus Gala's.
"What right Om?!"
"What are you asking me about my rights?!" tighten jaw.
"Hmm," nodded. "At the same time we don't love each other. So don't ban me as you please Om!"
"alright. Do as you please!" gala cool.
Gala leaned her head against the seat of the car. Instantly he twisted his brain, digesting everything Yara said. It is true what this boy said. But why did I suddenly feel irritated when she smiled at another man. I may have thought too much about Elyora. When Elyora prefers another man over me. I may have had trauma in the past!
The silence returned. Only the sound of the engine speeding and the sound of horns from other vehicles passing by. At once Yara realized that the route they were traveling was not the route to the house of Oma Amber. Yara narrowed her eyes as she looked at the scene they were going through. The shadow ten years ago reverberated in his mind.
The car drove at medium speed as it entered the main gate of the Rodderick family residence. Shanks pulled the car over when he reached the mansion door.
"It's up to Mister and Miss" Shanks said as he opened the door for Gala and Yara.
Yara heavily pulled her legs as she headed towards the mansion door. Gala had walked ahead of him. Yara looked around her with a pushy look. There was a nervous feeling mixed with nervousness that was stirring in his mind.
Gala's steps came to a halt as she was about to enter the mansion. He looked at Yara behind him who was still silent. He again grabbed Yara's hand and pulled her into the mansion. Yara was shocked, but she felt calm as Gala held her hand.
"Om .." lirih Yara lowered her head.
Gala stopped her steps and looked at Yara's pias-looking face. "You're with me, don't be afraid" he said, calming Yara down.
Yara nodded weakly. His body felt weak without energy. He recalls the memories of ten years ago when Gala took her from Oma Amber and first brought her to the Rodderick family residence.
(Ten years ago)
"Thank you Om Gala for driving me home" said little Yara smilingly looking at Gala's fierce face.
"Together."
"Ohya, Om Gala, do you know the house of Oma Amber? I haven't told Om yet."
"I've been here a lot."
"Hmm, yes, too. Om'kan his close friend Mother with Dad. Then let's stop by first. Surely Oma Amber was happy if Om visited," pulled Gala fingers that seemed difficult to hold because her hands were so tiny while Gala's palms were so big.
Gala stunned. He simply complied with the request of the eight-year-old girl who was pulling him into the house.
"Mr Gala .. "call Shanks.
"It's okay" Gala said as she followed Yara from behind.
Arriving inside the house, Gala looked at the contents of the place. He murmured in his heart. Nothing has changed. Everything was the same the last time I was here.
"Omaa! Yara's home! Omaaaa oh Omaaaa!" yara shouted in search of Oma Amber.
Instantly an old woman quickly approached Yara and hugged her tightly. "Yara, Honey. Where have you been, huh? Oma's looking for you everywhere. Where have you been playing since morning? Oma almost reported to the police. Because Oma thinks you've been kidnapped!" Amber looked so worried. His face was pale. He kissed Yara repeatedly.
"Oma, I was at Daddy's and Mommy's. I walk there. Sorry Oma for worrying about Oma" said Yara, hugging Amber's body.
"Next time, Yara told Oma yes. Let Oma take Yara to your parents' house."
Yara nodded quickly. "Oma, I'm taking you home with Om Gala. Said Om Gala was a friend of Father and Mother."
Amber's aghast not a bitch. He widened his manic when the figure of Gala suddenly appeared before him. Amber instantly pulled Yara's petite body and placed the girl behind her.
Mr Gala Zayn Rodderick! Is he going to bring my granddaughter now! God, I'm not ready to lose my family again. I know it's time I hand over Yara according to the agreement between Ray and Mr. Gala. But ... I'm really not ready! What should I do!
"Oma ... What's wrong?" yara asked as she looked at Amber's unusual facial expression.
"Oma it's okay, baby."
"I'm back, Mother." said Gala, cold.
"Gala's gentlemen," said Amber, still with a face full of shock.
To be continued ...
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