
Amara's car had arrived in front of the mansion, the door of Amara's car was opened by one of the guards in the mansion who always welcomed every guest who came.
"Is Marcell back from his office?" Amara asked the maid who greeted her.
"Mr Marcell hasn't returned, miss, please come in !" He said as he let Amara enter the mansion.
Amara nodded in understanding as it was still an hour before the office. Amara was invited to enter the mansion and taken to a room that usually receives guests.
"Please wait here, lady, I'll call you big lady!" He said to Amara and immediately rushed to call the great mistress Safira.
Amara simply nodded, with eyes staring around the mansion glowing. "Ch, Marcell, I'm really unlucky to have thrown you away and to prefer Alex!"
Yes, Amara.really unlucky, because he prefers Alex who is very possessive of him, at first he does not care about this, as long as he can get what he wants, the apartment, the apartment, the car even the money that Alex has given Amara, but the more days Alex makes him unable to do as he pleases, even Alex wants a marriage with him when Marcell reveals his identity.
Of course it makes him more worried, maybe if Marcell does not reveal his identity Amara will accept Alex, even though he is very possessive and provided he can have Alex's property.
"Marrata!" Call Sapphira, break her daydream.
Amara smiled and stood closer towards Sapphira and kissed her hand, a new thing done by her only to take heart from Sapphira the mother of Marcell.
"How are you doing auntie ?" Ask with a smile.
"Good Aunt, what's up, how do you know this address?" Safira asked, because he was so surprised to find Amara in his mansion, because he knew very well the address of the mansion of the Admaja family not many people who knew it, whereas, he, he, was, Amara could easily get it even coming to the mansion.
"Amara wants to meet Marcell aunty, there's something Amara wants to talk about !" He replied gently, although he was annoyed with Sapphira who looked unhappy if she was in his mansion.
"Amara got this address from Amara's auntie friend!" Amara answered all Safira's questions.
Safira. Friend, inner Sapphira did not believe.
"Sit down !" He and Amara said, and they sat facing each other, coinciding with the arrival of the maid who brought drinks and snacks that he put on the table.
"Drink and taste Amara !" He told Amara.
"Yes aunty thank you !" amara replied with a smile.
"Marcell hasn't returned yet, he's still in the company !"
"Yes aunty Amara knows, Amara may wait for Marcell, because if coming to Amara company is not allowed to enter, Amara there is a need with Marcell aunty!"
Safira was surprised to hear Amara's words, if he initially came to his son's company.
Safira sighed and looked at the woman who had once been Marcell's lover.
"Well if you're gonna wait, but aunt doesn't know Marcell's gonna be home soon or not !" He said to Amara in the hope that Amara would change her mind to wait for Marcell.
"It's okay Aunt Amara will wait for Marcell !" His reply was firm, because this was an opportunity that he should not waste.
Safira sighed and looked at Amara meaningfully, in her mind saying that Amara would not seem to give up so she could get Marcell back. Safira really does not understand why Marcell used to love Amara.
And finally with lazy Safira despite accompanying him.
"What's wrong, are you bored ?" Marcell asked still looking at the look on his wife's lackluster face.
Nara nodded "Can I go home first!" Ask Nara.
Marcell was silent, he felt something was hidden by his wife, ignoring questions from Nara, Marcell got up from his seat of greatness and walked up to his wife.
Marcell sat down beside his wife and held both of Nara's hands.
"Honestly, what you're thinking, haven't we promised to open up to each other !" He spoke softly to Nara.
Nara smiled and hugged her husband, as if he was wrong to have thought badly of her.
"Nothing, I'm just afraid you'll leave me, because so many beautiful women want you, even those on par with you and I'm just a regular woman, moreover, my meeting with you was not in a good way!"
Marcell tightened his embrace "Don't ever think like that, I'll never leave you. Honey, Ara although many women want me but my heart is already on you, I am not a man who easily turns to other women, trust me !" Marcell's words at length convinced Nara to trust him and no longer think badly.
Nara just fell silent and nodded later. Marcell took off his arms "You want to take a walk to the mall?" Take Marcell.
"Mall!" Nara certainly wanted to because she was very bored because she had to continue at home.
"Hmm, come on!" Marcell.
"What Marcell, are we leaving now, then what about your job ?" Nara asked in surprise as it was not yet time to go home.
"It's okay, there's Reno, after all my work has been a little !" Marcell's real answer is still piling up, it's just that he is more concerned with his wife today, the happiness of Nara, his wife is the main thing for Marcell as her husband.
Nara just nodded anyway if Marcell already said he could not argue.
"Darling, in an hour you'd better finish your office hours first!" Nara told Marcell.
"It's okay, I want to go on a date with you right away, wait, I'll see Reno first!" The puckish Marcell wanted to go take his wife for fun, and the resigned nodding Nara, who as usual could not refuse Marcell's request.
Marcell came out of his room directly facing Sisca. "To Reno's room, there's something I want to talk about !" He told Sisca.
Sisca rushed to follow Marcell to Reno's room.
Reno who was seriously working was surprised by the arrival of Marcell and Sisca.
"I'll go home first!" Reno's words made Reno and Sisca frown.
"Still an hour away, what's up, did something happen ?" Asked Reno worried.
"Nothing, I just want to go home and date!" Marcell replied with his rarity.
Reno chuckled angrily "Go away, I have Sisca here to help me anyway, I can't ban you, you're my boss !" Reply Reno while continuing to check the files on his desk. It was like a stupid time with what Marcell was going to do.
Sisca who did not accept and also felt upset somehow. " What is your wife asking to go home, what kind of wife is that !"