THE SECRETARY'S BED TEMPTATION
Chapter 17~

~"She's My Sister."

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"okay, Mom. Get there now." Then Galang put his phone again into a pocket suit. He glanced at Amara who had lowered his head earlier. "Barusan Mami I called, he asked me to go to his house. You're not a problem, are you? If we go to my mom's house first?"

Galang's question suddenly made Amara lift his head that had lowered earlier, then turned his head.

"Aren't we going to the hospital?" he asked with a hoarse voice. Amara repeated touching her cheeks that were painful and hot. And it succeeded in making Galang look at him.

'Gosh .. I almost forgot he got hit by Vanila. I'd better stop by the pharmacy.' Inner Galang calls out to the roar. He almost forgot about Amara.

"We're postponing him to the hospital. Maybe tomorrow" replied Galang afterwards.

Amara heaved a heavy sigh while looking down again in lethargy. His fingers incessantly stroked the cheeks that had been throbbing ever since.

'This is very painful. Oh my God .. for the rest of my life just this time I was beaten and accused by someone.' The little girl made nelangsa. His throat was choked withstanding tightness, clear liquid dripping from the corner of his eyes.

Perhaps Vanila's slap was not as painful as compared to the accusations given by his superior wife. Ja-lang—sebutan the first time Amara heard. And it felt like it was stabbing her heart.

Does she look like a cheap woman? So the harsh words deserve to be pinned on him? Amara bit her lips hard so that the stuffing would not escape her mouth. He deliberately let his hair down cover half of his face from Galang's attention.

While the man of stout stature took the initiative to stop by for a while to the Pharmacy. He was about to buy some ointment and medicine for Amara. Scanning through the glass, Galang then slowed down the speed of his car when he found a Pharmacy on the left side of the road. He turned his car around and stopped at the Pharmacy parking lot.

Take off the seat belt and say, "I'll go down for a while. You just wait here."

Amara just nodded without making a sound, still in the same position—duck. He was not interested in raising his head because he was afraid that Galang would see him crying.

Vanilla's husband got out of the car and closed the door. He went into the pharmacy and asked for pain relief ointment and medication. Do not forget mineral water Galang buy as well. After a while the Pharmacy officer took everything Galang asked for.

In the car, Amara sobbed as soon as Galang came out. He sniffles. Shame dominated his feelings at this moment. Shame on himself and on Galang. Amara regretted why she had let her boss fix her messy hair. If only he could have kept more limits, maybe none of this would have happened. Insults and slaps he will never accept.

Hearing the car door being opened, Amara hurriedly wiped away the tears with the back of her hand. He cleared his throat to dampen the sobbing.

"Ra, I bought a pain relief ointment for you. Here I see the wound on your cheek." Galang said while taking out a small rectangular box of plastic, then opened the box and showed the ointment to Amara.

Amara glanced at the glance of the ointment in Galang's hand. He nodded slowly and said,

"No need, sir. My cheeks are fine."

Galang frowned in wonder. His ears caught Amara's hoarse voice as if crying. Although at this time he knew that Amara must be sad because of the incident, but his instinct as a man was eager to ease the sadness.

Then, carefully and ask permission first to Amara, Galang ventured to reveal the girl's long hair to the ears.

"I'm sorry, I just want to see the wound on your cheek" Galang explained before Amara thought badly of him. "You crying?" Stunned Galang looked at Amara's face from the side.

Amara shook her head slowly as she folded her lips. His fingers were looking at each other on the black short span skirt.

Amara's silence made Galang's guilt even greater. Her eyes stared intensely at Amara's reddened face and was a little messy.

"Sorry." His hand touched Amara's chin again, then lifted her up slowly.

Amara looked surprised because Galang touched him suddenly, his vision immediately met with Galang's eyes that appeared dark black.

The corner of Galang's heart throbbed when he looked at Amara's eyes which were wet and slightly reddened.

'He ... crying? Oh my God .. this must be very painful for him.' Galang's inner self that has not yet severed his gaze.

"sorry. On behalf of my wife, I apologize to you," said Galang with his distinctive voice. A firm but soft sound in Amara's ears.

Amara's eyelids blinked slowly while trying to wake themselves up so as not to drown in the gaze. Galang eyes that I say managed to thrilling the heart of the girl.

"Why do you apologize. I should have said that. I was wrong. I cannot keep my boundaries. Ma-meaning—" Amara turned her face away, avoiding direct contact with Galang who knitted her brows.

"You're not wrong, Ra. My wife who was too arrogant because I was too pampering her all this time," Sergah Galang intended to comfort Amara, she regretted her too weak attitude to Vanila all this time.

Silent

A moment of silence stretched them. Galang still looked at Amara who was reluctant to look at him.

Galang could not let all this linger. Therefore he ventured once again to lead Amara's face to look at him.

"It must be too painful. Therefore let me treat your cheeks, Amara. Here."

The girl was stunned, letting Galang smear the ointment onto her slightly swollen cheeks.

Hearing Amara moaning, Galang softened his finger on the girl's cheek again.

"Silver, huh? Hold briefly. I'll also smear on this part." This time the corner of Amara's lips were smeared with ointment by Galang.

The breaths of the two collided, hitting each other's facial skin. Amara's eyes were reluctant to blink, Galang's charm was too beautiful to pass up. This man is kind, gentle and considerate. Luckily Vanila had a husband like Galang, but vice versa for her boss.

'Why would his wife betray a man as good as Mr Galang? What is less than him? Is it okay, Mr. Galang is barren? So his wife cheated.' Unknowingly Amara began to pay attention to Galang. Either because of being carried away or because of being carried away.

"It."

Galang's stern voice broke the concentration of Amara who had been admiring the beauty of the man.

Amara moved clumsily while inching back.

"Thank you" he said nervously, glancing at Galang who was unscrewing the bottle.

"drink. It's a pain medication, too. Hopefully the swelling in your cheek can heal quickly," Galang ordered while thrusting a bottle of drink and medicine in front of Amara.

Quiet for a moment, Amara then took all of it from the hands of Galang.

"Thank you." He immediately drank it awkwardly as Galang kept staring at him.

After making sure Amara took the medicine, Galang changed his position.

"We continued to walk to my parents' house" he said as he stepped on the gas pedal slowly, taking his car out of the parking lot.

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The distance from the office to Sarah's mother's house is quite far, Galang has to take about thirty minutes for it. Because of daydreaming, Amara did not realize that Galang had stopped his car in front of a very luxurious and large house.

"Let's get down, Ra."

"Yes, sir."

Both of them removed their seat belts and got out of the car. Amara tidied up her slightly messy appearance. He did not want the mother of Galang to see her disheveled appearance. Impressed would be very strange and inappropriate. The secretary of a Galang Aditya Pratama looks shabby and dull.

Galang and Amara walked side by side to the main door of the mansion. In my heart, Amara was amazed by the beauty of the interior and the design of the house of Galang's parents.

'Luxury.' One word that describes Sarah's mother's house.

A domestic assistant working there rushed to open the door for the child of her recently arrived employer. Open it wide while saying,

"Please come in, Den Galang. Madam's waiting in the living room." The housekeeper named Bi Ratna welcomed her young master's friendliness. "Non In." Bi Ratna smiled at Amara while nodding.

"Thank you, Bi," Galang told bi Ratna and then turned to Amara who was behind him. "Come in, Ra."

"Yes, sir."

Amara's feet stepped into the mansion. His eyes around sweeping the entire contents of the building are all well and complete. Right in front of the entrance, guests are immediately presented with a large photo hanging on the wall. The picture of the honorable Pratama family is clearly displayed there.

Amara's steps stopped right in front of the painting. He commented a smile while staring at the Pratama family photo in awe. There are four people in the picture. Papi Hendra and Mami Sarah, Galang himself and a beautiful woman.

"He ...? Why am I so familiar with her face? I've seen him before. But where, huh?" Amara muttered to herself as she looked at the face of the woman standing beside Galang.

He was no stranger to the woman's face. Amara thought hard to remember but unfortunately she did not remember.

"Why, Ra?" asked Galang who had been standing next to him since.

Amara turned and asked, "Who is he, sir?" Showing the photo in front of him.

The look on Galang's face turned sad. Staring alternately at Amara and the photo of the woman then replied,

"He's Maya's sister. My sister." A smile rose from Galang's lips as he called out that name.

"Sister?" lirih Amara with an empty look.

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tbc...