THE SECRETARY'S BED TEMPTATION
Chapter 32~

~ENTRANCE TO GALANG ROOM.

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It was almost midnight, but Amara seemed to be still awake because she could not sleep because she kept remembering her daughter. On the other hand he kept thinking about the thing that these few days was troubling his mind. Amara's consent to stay in this place was at the request of mother and Love. But now they have all gone abroad for treatment.

So, what else can Amara do in this house, while her daughter is not there with her. It would be better if he left this house because he did not want to be too long in a roof with a man who is not his mahram.

"Yes, tomorrow I have to talk to Mr. Galang. I can't stay here much longer. He also has a problem with his wife. I don't want to be accused of the same kind of thing they (the news seekers)," muttered Amara made a decision that he thought was right.

Taking the phone on the nightstand, Amara then opened a photo gallery that contained photos of Kasih. "The beauty of the mother's child" her monologue as she scrolls through her phone screen. This was all he could do now to treat his longing for Love.

"You need to heal, son. I will continue to pray for you. It's fine over there. You haven't arrived yet, have you? I can't wait to want your phone. I can't be spoiled, Love, because there's no you beside me. I can only hug the doll with your old pillow."

Amara continued to talk to herself while looking at the photo of Kasih. He really felt lonely and was not used to the absence of that brat by his side. He continued to look at the memories of Kasih photos from infancy until the age of seven, until drowsiness slowly approached him.

Slowly Amara's eyes felt heavy and could not be invited to compromise. He started yawning and tired, his phone he just put down. His sleepiness became more and Amara began to seduce in the dream.

On the other hand, a man also can not sleep. However, it is different from Amara who can not sleep because she misses her daughter. The man could not sleep because he had been pacing the toilet. His stomach was wrapped around like it was being squeezed from the inside. Heat and heat mix together.

Well, Galang had diarrhea because he ate too much sambal. His stomach that was not used to the high-level spicy taste was now struggling and hostile. Many times since he entered and finished bathing, he just kept urinating. It feels really painful and weak. His entire energy might have been drained away because he didn't stop throwing it away.

"Huh! Holy hooch! Fucking stomach!" Out of annoyance, Galang continued to curse and curse his stomach. He had just come out of the toilet, staggering towards the bed. His body no longer had the energy to even just go out of the room and go to the kitchen.

Decided to lie down, because his stomach was quite calm. The heartburn that had attacked earlier slowly left and now left a great pain.

"Tomorrow in the morning I'll send Aldo here. I can't go to work if my stomach still mules like this." Galang monologue while rubbing his sixpack stomach. The sweat soaked all over his face, his lips also looked extremely pale. His condition is very sad.

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The next morning, Amara who had looked neat decided to leave the room and wanted to see Galang immediately. He doesn't want to postpone it anymore. Faster would be better—he thought.

All the items he had brought from home were also well-ordered in the suitcase. Fortunately, Amara did not carry too many clothes. Only decent clothes and work clothes were brought to this house.

"Kok, no one yet?" Amara darted to and fro looking for the existence of the host who he did not know his current condition. "Typically this hour has been sitting at the dining table," he said again, who then glanced at the clock that was coiled around his wrist.

The house also seemed deserted with no sign of Bi Ratna or the other workers. At this hour usually already milling around the luxury house.

"Bi Ratna doesn't exist? Where's everybody going, anyway? The kitchen is quiet, the backyard is also quiet, the swimming pool especially." The woman who this morning wore a black span skirt and a red blazer walked through the entire room.

However, he did not find a single person at all. Amara is not inexhaustible with all who work here, it could-can not have seen the trunk of his nose.

His attention was then focused on a room whose door was still tightly closed. The room on the top floor is Galang's room.

"Am I the bad one?" In order to make sure again if he does not see the wrong clock, Amara checks her phone. "It's only half seven. Mr Galang time has left?" He looked up once more, looking at Galang's room from below.

"I'll wait, deh. Who knows if he's ready."

"So Keinget Kasih. But, by the way, he hasn't, has he?" The menu reminded him of love.

Deftly, Amara prepared everything. Not to forget he also prepared black coffee without the favorite sugar Galang. Staying here for a few days made Amara memorize everything. From the location of kitchen tools to where to store food.

A few minutes later, everything was finished. Bread grilled chocolate jam and black coffee are served at the dining table. However, the question now is, why Galang has not come down as well. Time is almost noon.

"A hour and a half eight. But Mr. Galang hasn't come down yet." Amara said agitated because he knew that his boss was always on time. "Wake up, huh? Ouh ... how, huh? When did I go upstairs? It's not polite." The habit also appears, Amara who feels confused always nibbles his nails.

One sec.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

For almost a minute he had not found a solution. Amara walked back and forth while unceasingly looking at the door of Galang's room.

"Where's this? Hish, get confused!" The round-eyed woman continued to be agitated and almost desperate. "It's eight o'clock again." The clock in his hand had already shown at eight in the morning, and his superior had still not opened the door of his room.

Amara's mind was dead-end, confused and felt bad when she had to go up and wake Galang. However, as time grows longer. Finally Amara decided to go upstairs even though her feelings were not renewed.

One by one, his legs climbed up the stairs, this was the first time he went upstairs. It is only natural to feel nervous and awkward. His eyes could not be seen staring at the door of Galang's room, hoping that he would not knock on the door.

But it doesn't seem like it's going to happen. Until he climbed to the top of the stairs, the door was not opened.

"alright. Bismillah ...." Amara gave a long sigh to get rid of the nervousness that was getting hit.

Upon arriving at the door of Galang's room, Amara knocked slowly while calling.

"Rpa ... Mr. Galang. Are you inside?"

There was no word from within, Amara began to worry.

"Don't anyone?" He braced himself, putting his ear to the door.

Suddenly, Amara pushed the door open.

"Who? Not locked?" His brows looked in wonder as he stared at the door that opened itself.

Then, inevitably, he entered the room. Then, just three steps into her, Amara was immediately startled by what was in front of her eyes at this moment.

"Gardang Sir!"

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tbc...