THE SECRETARY'S BED TEMPTATION
Chapter 31~
~AMARA CAUTION.
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Amara was quite surprised even barely able to speak. He did not expect that his boss would experience something similar with his clients so far.
Indeed, destiny and the future, we never know what it will be like. Divorce Galang will definitely make headlines on media sites as it has been. It will be hot news and a topic that is endlessly captivated.
And, in order to maintain privacy, Amara chose to swallow a variety of questions that accumulate in her head. It felt very inappropriate if he meddled in the affairs of others who were not his relatives.
"Take a turn there, sir." Amara pointed at the turn that was in front.
The beam turned the steering wheel in the direction Amara pointed at.
"Here?"
"Yes." Yeah."
The woman nodded and removed her seat belt. "The story's rame, sir. Are you okay if we sit there?" Amara asked because she was afraid that Galang would feel uncomfortable with his choice of roadside tent stall.
Galang luxury car stops right in front of a fairly crowded tent stall. Scanning a glimpse of the atmosphere of the stall, the man was confused.
"It looks like nothing. I have also never tried to eat in a tent stall like this," replied Galang in the end. Although he was unsure of the taste of the food sold there. "Do you like to eat rice?" he asked her to remove her seat belt.
"Like. Here the rice is delicious plus cheap." Amara said happily, a smile of love flashed through her mind.
Folding the lips as mangosteen. "Yes, let's go down," Galang rushed to open the car door and went down, followed by Amara.
The tent was not far from Amara's residence. The menu offered is very cheap and delicious. Nasi uduk and various types of favorite side dishes a million people.
"Sit here, sir. It's nothing, isn't it?" Amara pointed at a place that was only covered with mats.
"Nothing. Rame too, huh?" Although the stall looks small but very crowded visitors. Galang became increasingly curious about the taste of the food. "I can't wait to try."
The two sat facing a long dining table in the middle. A man approached them and offered a menu.
"It's customary, Mom. The usual menu. I took it super. If Father what? What do you like to care?" tanya Amara offered Galang that she did not know the taste of her superior.
"I'm coming with you, Ra."
"Drink?"
"What a thing."
"Es tea? Orange ice?"
"Es orange, I can."
Then, the waiter recorded Amara's order. "You're not coming, Ma'am?" her new question realized that Kasih did not come with Amara.
"No, Mom." Amara answered with a sad face.
The waiter nodded, not interested in asking again. And then he left immediately.
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"You come here often?" asked Galang who was almost finished finishing his meal. The man seemed to be enjoying the dime menu in front of him.
"Frequently. Love is healthy." Amara sighed for a moment after saying so. "When we got sick, we never came here. Yes ... You could say rarely." Amara sipped her order of sweet iced tea. He glanced at Galang who looked to be holding back spicy.
From his veil, Galang is like spiciness. His white face suddenly turned red. Scrolls of sweat appeared on his forehead and temples. Amara could not bear to see it.
"Mother pity?" amara asked while scanning Galang's face.
Grabbing the glass that contained his order orange ice, with one gulp Galang poured it into his mouth that felt hot and burning. He answered after putting down the nearly empty glass.
"Lumayan. The sambel is very sad, Ra. What level?" His chin stuck to the front of the remaining cobek sambal.
Amara grimaced while scratching her suddenly itchy head.
"What?" Galang's eyeball almost came out of its shell. He then gulped, suddenly his stomach felt heartburn. Though when the first time eating sambal it does not taste too spicy. However, over time his mouth and throat felt hot.
Amara felt guilty for letting Galang eat sambal whose level was equivalent to her.
"Sorry, yes, sir. I should have been pesenin Mr. Sambel who was level two. Let me get some warm water for you. Shorty, yeah." The woman stood up and approached the seller.
Not long after, Amara returned with a glass of warm water.
"This, sir." Pouring the glass to Galang. "Father drink this. Let his mouth not be hot anymore. Don't drink ice." Amara then put away the remaining orange ice glass.
In a hurry, Galang took the glass.
"Thank you, Ra." Without waiting any longer he immediately gulped it down to nothing. "Heuh ...." Placing an empty glass onto the table while sighing in relief. His mouth and stomach that had been feeling hot gradually warmed up and subsided.
Things as small and trivial as this Amara can know and handle it well. Suddenly Galang was more impressed with this petite woman.
Beautiful, gentle, kind, loving, understanding and caring. Love just loves him very much.
"We're home, sir. I think it's gonna rain." Amara's voice broke the daydream of Galang who was busy wandering thinking about this sweet girl.
Getting nervous then said, "Come on. We're home." Galang stood up while tidying up his clothes.
They both left the shop after paying food bills. Then, rushed home because it was about to rain. The thunderous sounds of clouds that had darkened began to sound earthy. The barreling at medium speed.
After forty minutes they finally arrived at the house just as the rain fell.
"Good thing we're home." Galang went inside next to Amara.
"Yes. The rain is also very low."
Bi Ratna welcomed the two with a drink after her master sat in the living room. Putting a warm cup of tea on the table, he offered dinner.
"Den, what will you eat now?" Bi Ratna stared alternately at Galang and Amara sitting opposite each other.
Galang took off his suit and rolled up his shirt's arm to the elbow limit while saying, "We've eaten, Bi."
"Oh, have eaten apparently. Yes, auntie wants to go back again. Come, Ma'am ...."
Amara nodded politely, looking at bi Ratna's back which slowly moved away. Then, turned his gaze to Galang who was sipping warm tea.
"I'm sorry to go to the room first, sir." He stood up and left after Galang invited him.
Upon Amara's departure to his room, Galang took a cell phone from his shirt pocket. Scroll through the screen of the square object, looking for Kevin's contacts there. He intended to contact his assistant because there was something he wanted to ask.
"Hello?" greet Galang when the sophisticated object is attached to the ear.
"Hello, sir."
"Everything's sorted out, right?" Galang asked with a very distinctive voice. He stared straight at Amara's tightly shut room door.
From across the street Kevin said, "Already, sir. You just calm down. Mrs Vanila's gonna sign the letter tomorrow."
Galang nodded even though Kevin could not see it.
"good. Make sure he wants an autograph. So that I can process it immediately in court."
"Good, sir."
"I close first. Good night, good rest." I immediately disconnected the phone. He put his phone back in his shirt pocket while smiling meaningfully.
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