THE SECRETARY'S BED TEMPTATION
Chapter 44~

~AMARA & HER FEELINGS ARE STILL GRAY.

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Today the plan, Galang wants to invite Amara to a boutique subscription to Sarah's mother. Last night, Galang who was impatient to call the mother just wanted to ask where she could order a wedding dress with a short time. At first, Sarah's mother was not sure if there was a boutique that would take orders for a wedding dress suddenly. However, after he tried to ask one of his subscription boutiques turned out to be someone who wanted to support.

Veronica Boutique was Sarah's choice for Galang to come. There Amara can be free to order any model dress. From the simplest to the best are also available.

At about ten o'clock in the morning Galang had arrived at Amara's house. The woman was astonished by the man, without giving any news first suddenly appearing at the door.

"Sir, what do you want to do with my house?" Amara asked with a silly look at once a little stunned. Her husband's appearance was very different from usual. 'Is he Mr Galang?' Amara's eyeball scanned Galang from top to bottom without blinking.

With a smile, he managed to charm this woman. It was not in vain that he tried new things that he had never done at all. Wearing men's casual clothes and snickers as a support for his appearance.

"Ekhm!" Deheman Galang jolted Amara who was still at home in the charm of her boss and prospective husband. "I wait for you fifteen minutes to get ready. Can't do that?" said Galang who sounded like a little commanding while pointing at his expensive watch that coiled in hand.

"W-what? Me—" Amara had not had time to vent his protest Galang first interrupted him again.

"Mara, fifteen minutes. Okay. I'm waiting here." With a relaxed Galang sitting on the terrace of Amara's house while playing a mobile phone.

Amara's lips chipped, not only his appearance is different, Galang's behavior also looks strange and unusual. Despite grumbling, unmindful Amara immediately went back in, then got ready.

"Snack." He muttered to himself as he stepped into the room.

Fifteen minutes passed, Amara came out of the room with a different appearance. Today she wears a peach-colored long-sleeved floral dress to the knee, combined with white snickers. His rather short legs look more level, this is one of the tricks to cover up his shortcomings that have a body that is not too high.

"Sir."

Amara's voice averted Galang's eyes who was busy with his phone.

"Had si—" Galang's lips suddenly stiffened when Amara was standing beside her seat. "It seems like it has already. You look beautiful, Ra," she praised later, giving a thumbs-up to the blushing Amara.

Because the time had passed from the promised, Galang rushed up and took Amara's hand. "We're a little late, Ra. Come on." He leads Amara to a car parked in the yard.

"Where are we going, sir?" amara asked Galang who was opening the car door for her.

"We're going to the boutique. Come inside." Galang told Amara to get into the car, then shut it back down. With a little rush around the body of the car, Galang then followed in and sat on the steering wheel.

"Why are we going to the boutique, sir?" Amara asked as soon as Galang was ready to bring his car bolted from home. He still did not understand the purpose of Galang brought him to the place.

"We'd like to order a wedding dress. Why?" Arang replied and asked. He drove his car at medium speed because it was still in a rather narrow and crowded alley.

"Yes?" Amara's forehead frowned.

"Yes, dress."

Amara then nodded in understanding, she then changed her position facing forward. From the side like this, Amara looked even more beautiful. The corner of Galang's eyes could not be seen the woman who soon became his wife. According to him, Amara is very good at combining appearance and adjusting to the place he wants to visit.

Galang cars have entered a fairly congested highway area. It just so happens that today is Saturday, where everyone is spending their weekend on vacation or traveling somewhere. Traffic was the thing he hated the most. Galang do not like when in a hurry like this even stuck in traffic. Upset because of the dense road creeping, his mouth was not stopping to curse. However, it will not be able to change things. Although he curses or nags all day, the snaking car barrage will also not decrease or disappear from his sight just like that.

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Finally, Galang's car entered a Boutique after successfully free from traffic jams. Parking it where it should be, Galang and Amara rushed down from the car.

"Veronica's Boutique.' Amara mentioned the name of the Boutique in her heart as her head looked up at the writing in the building which could be said to be quite luxurious for the size of a Boutique.

Knowing that the future wife was observing around, Galang approached and clasped Amara's hand. "Why?" tanyanya while looking at Amara's face that is so innocent while scanning the parking lot of Boutiques crowded with good cars.

"This .. must be a famous boutique, I often see the brand on social media." Amara replied without turning her eyes towards the entrance guarded by two security guards. Really, he did not dare to dream of coming to such an expensive place like this at all. However, at this moment he felt reluctant to wake up from his dream if indeed what he saw now was just a dream.

Smiling, that's what Galang did in response to Amara who seemed to not believe if he was in this place.

"really? Then you know about fashion too?" Galang prank asks so because he felt anxious with Amara.

Shake slowly, then say, "No. I am familiar with the fashion world. I'm just surprised, you took me to a place like this. All my life, I've never been here. It's the first time, so please understand, yes, sir." Amara grimaced innocently which made Galang could no longer hold back his laughter.

"You can do this. I was also here for the first time. This is also on the recommendation of Mami who sent me here." Galang still did not take off his gaze to Amara who now lowered his gaze.

"I'm ashamed, sir. Are the clothes we wear suitable to go inside?" Amara moved uneasily while looking at her appearance which she felt was not suitable.

"Why? We are free, whatever we wear. We are customers. Appearance is important, but more importantly confidence. As long as you go the same I should never be inferior and afraid. From now on if you feel inferior, hold my hand. I am ready to accompany you in any situation or condition. Understood?"

Amara blinked as Galang began to clutch his hand tightly. And, sure enough, the feeling of self-disbelief that was originally present slowly swerved out of nowhere. Replacing with a feeling of confidence if the man in front of him will always accompany him. Galang's sincerity always emanated from the spotlight of his eyes which lately forced Amara to go into it and get lost there.

Galang so easily made it melt that Amara unconsciously began to open her heart, giving a slight gap to her still-gray feelings.

"Ma."

"Hem."

"When you're in Dalem, don't call me Father, will you?"

"Why?"

"Aren't I telling you to call me?"

"Huh? Mas?" Amara gulps while gnawing funny. "Well-well. M-Mas." His unaccustomed lips were a little stiff and stuttered.

Galang smiled and broke Amara's head. "Goodle. You are a conformist."

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seriate...