THE SECRETARY'S BED TEMPTATION
Chapter 45~

~EMOSI HANDLE.

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After talking and discussing with the owner of the Boutique, Galang and Amara finally came out of the building. As agreed, Veronica as the designer who will design the wedding dress Amara, decided to design a simple and simple dress according to the request of the bride. The simple Amara person does not want a complicated dress model and too good.

Along to the car in the parking lot Galang continued to lecture Amara. According to him, Amara should order a wedding dress with a model that is more than that. She felt a bit less agree with the concept of the wedding dress that Amara asked the designer.

"The thing you ordered is too simple, Ra. You have no desire to wear a wedding dress like a model on display there." Galang pointed at the mannequin statue that was behind the glass.

Amara followed the direction of Galang's index finger then shook his head quickly. "No. It was too complicated, Mas," he said who began to call Galang as Mas. He doesn't feel awkward anymore.

"Help ..." Galang let out a long sigh while shaking his head, astonished at Amara. When other women want something good on their wedding day, they want a simple marriage.

"...you are very simple, Ra. I actually have more expectations than this marriage of ours. But, if you want it that way, yeah .. I can't ban you." Galang's hands were itching to see Amara's hair flying over his face. He put it away and slipped it into Amara's ear.

The corner of Amara's heart rippled warmly with a small attention that Galang never missed. How much Amara felt so appreciated as a couple that still not clear status. Then when the two were dissolved in the atmosphere, suddenly there were voices that out of nowhere began to search them with many questions.

Galang and Amara were stunned for a moment, then turned to the source of the voice that seemed to come from the reporters who had swarmed. There were about a dozen news hunters standing before them while installing cameras.

"Mas." Amara glanced at Galang, slowly taking a few steps back, then hiding behind Galang's back. Amara felt embarrassed and frightened until she unconsciously grasped Galang's hand very tightly.

While Galang turned his head, making sure Amara was fine. He himself was also confused, why suddenly there were many reporters coming to see him.

"Quiet, Ra. There I am here" Galang half-whispered to Amara who was standing behind his back. He clenched his hand against Amara's cold fingers.

The parking lot of Veronica Boutique was suddenly filled with people who were curious about what happened. In an instant Amara and Galang became the center of attention.

"Sir Galang are you really divorced with Miss Vanila your wife?"

"Sir, why did you come here? What are you doing with your secretary here?"

"Are you really getting married?"

"So right, all this time you and your secretary had a special relationship? And will the wedding be soon? Are you officially divorced from your wife?"

"Look you haven't officially divorced from your wife. That means you're going to marry your secretary with Miss Vanila's husband?"

"Please answer our questions, sir! So that we don't give bad speculation to what we see now. You came to a famous Boutique with your secretary."

The news hunters seemed impatient waiting for Galang to give an answer. They were asking so many questions that made Galang grow furious. Carelessly take his own speculations and corner people without shame.

They all did not think of the feeling of someone currently standing behind Galang's back. Amara was crying sobbing, her chest was claustrophobic with what she had just heard. Amara did not imagine that once again she had to be dragged into this matter. One of the questions, why they all know his whereabouts and Galang.

'How do they know that Mas Galang and I are getting married and are here?' Amara sat down while wiping her tears that were falling more and more rapidly. My mind is confused about this situation. His ears and heart ached with the accusations from those people.

While Galang who was fed up with all this, finally spoke up.

"That's none of your business! I reiterate once again, if this is none of your business! So, please get the hell out of here! I can sue all of you for disturbing people's privacy and spreading false news. Understood!" Galang said firmly pointing to one by one the reporters standing before him. He glared one by one the news hunters sharply. His jaw was hardened with his teeth grinding in there.

Then one of them spoke up again.

Galang smiled wryly hearing all that. They may be muddled to ask things that are not his business at all.

"Nothing I need to explain. Here you are the urgent. So, before my patience runs out you better leave." Upset because the people before him were so stupid, Galang turned to Amara who was getting sobbing. "Calm down, Amara. Quiet." Calm." She stroked Amara's hair to feel calm.

"Mas, let's get out of here. I-I can't do all this. I-I'm claustrophobic, Mas." Amara spoke with her voice that sounded hoarse. He did not have the courage to look at everyone who was currently staring at him questioningly.

As if he were a criminal. He did not feel that he was doing anything that hurt anyone. Is this the risk that Amara must bear if she becomes a wife of Galang?

Looking long, Galang then turned his body.

"alright. Let's go." Maybe it's the best decision. Galang took Amara away and immediately headed to the car, but when he was about to step from there suddenly one of the female reporters said again.

"Sir, did you guys actually get in touch before you divorced Miss Vanila? Is that a good thing for a lawyer like you? Didn't you like to defend innocent people? You also often give justice to your clients. But, it seems like it is just a cover for your true nature that turns out to be cheating. Are we wrong?"

"Yes! Aye! You do not deserve the title of a lawyer! If your behavior does not reflect the personality that people have been saying all along! You and your secretary are having an affair behind Miss Vanila."

All the reporters simultaneously cornered Galang and Amara. They highlighted the disgust of Amara who kept her head down. Amara's cry became more and more while Galang was still trying to dampen the emotions that were already in the crown.

Looking at Amara at a glance, Galang then looked at the reporters. "Whatever! Whatever you want to say! I don't care!"

"You don't care if your secretary gets labeled as an actor and you get labeled as a cheating man?"

Galang was really angry to hear the nonsense from the mouths of those narrow-brained people. Because of his patience is thinning, he also hit a male journalist who had earlier cornered himself and Amara.

"Suckers! Goddamnit! Keep your mouth shut!" Galang beat the journalist mercilessly to the point of leaving him sprawled on the ground. He doesn't care if this action will be recorded by the goddamn camera that never stops skipping this show. The situation is getting worse and the emotions are no longer controlled.

"Mas! Stop, Mum! I beg! My mother!" Amara tried to stop Galang from beating the journalist blindly. "Sir! Please help me, sir!" Amara called out some of the security that was there.

Three security men ran over, and broke through the crowd. The three tried to hold Galang's body and hands that did not want to stop. They are overwhelmed due to unbalanced body size. Galang's body was tall and large, his strength was quite strong. However, their hard work also paid off. Finally he wanted to stop his actions.

"Deliver!" Galang threw the hands of two securities that bent his hands. He still shone a sharp spotlight on the battered male reporter being helped to stand by his colleagues.

"Mas, it's Mas. I beg. They deliberately provoke your anger." Amara held onto Galang's arm, then slightly pressured him so that the man immediately realized his actions which would only make things worse.

He looked at Amara. "I'm sorry, Amara. Sorry," said Galang, replying to Amara's touch. His mind was completely muddled and felt unacceptable if there was someone who was vilifying this girl.

From a distance, a well-looking man sat in the car. He had been watching the show with a look of hate. On his lips was clearly a triumphant smile because his plan had succeeded.

"This is just the beginning, Galang. Your destruction is in sight. It wasn't in vain that I searched for information all this time."

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