THE SECRETARY'S BED TEMPTATION
Chapter 8~

~TAKING AMARA HOME.

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The meeting with the client went well, although Galang had to wait for a few minutes from the promised time. It'sit's okay. The origin of his affairs could be quickly completed today as well. And, the client who asked Galang so that the divorce process accelerated was satisfied.

The reason, from the wife who wants to be divorced still kekeuh do not want to divorce and always kelit when asked to be honest. Galang's client this time is a husband who happens to want to divorce his wife who is suspected of having an affair with his best friend.

Complicated.

Most divorce cases handled by Galang the source of the problem is infidelity. If not the husband who cheated, or the wife who played crazy with another man. Sometimes Galang as a married man felt sorry for the fate of his clients.

How not?

What do they marry based on? When the ends are divorced. When there is finally an affair.

"Sometimes I don't end up thinking the same as them," said Galang who was intended for his client who just left. "Divorce is easy. But, there will be someone who is a victim of their selfishness. That's their kids. Children will grow up in a broken home family environment and lack confidence. I can't imagine what it would be like if it all happened to my family."

Amara was stunned to hear Galang's words just now. He stared at the face of his boss. It is obvious if there is any other meaning tucked in it. I don't know what that is. What is clear is that Amara chose to be a listener only, not interested in responding to things that are beyond her power.

Just one day he was working as a secretary for a lawyer. Amara is still a layman and still needs a lot to learn.

While the person in front of him now looks riled up, after saying so. Amara watched Galang move restlessly while incessantly staring at the screen of his phone. Like waiting for a call from someone important.

'Where are you going, Van? Why haven't bales my message.' Inner Galang who was endlessly thinking about his wife's whereabouts.

Saturation waiting for a reply to a message from Vanila. Finally, Galang decided to go home.

"We're home now, Ra. It's not too late." Galang stood up, followed by Amara who also stood up. "Come on."

The two then left the table and walked towards the hotel lobby. Then get out of there, towards the parking lot of the multi-storey building.

"Come in. I'll take you home." Galang orders Amara to get into his car.

As soon as Amara seemed confused, he looked at Galang who was standing in front of him while thinking.

Is it good if the boss takes home the secretary who just worked?

"Em ...," Amara rubbed her nape anxiously. "No need, sir. I ... can go home by myself. I can take a taxi," he subtly refused, not meaning to offend Galang who had good intentions to him.

Amara's refusal got a questionable look from Galang. "It's a malem, Ra. I don't want my employees to go home alone, while he just accompanied me to an important client." A smile for Amara who looked at him. "Come on. You don't have to feel that good. Consider it my token of gratitude. Come on."

Amara felt bad and wrong when Galang willingly opened the car door for her.

"Good." Amara's head nodded stiffly between unwillingness and embarrassment.

Amara's approval greeted Galang with a smile. The man then closed the car door after making sure Amara was sitting comfortably. Galang quickly circled the body of the car and opened the door in the steering wheel.

However, his movement suddenly stopped because he accidentally saw the figure of Vanila who was about to enter the Hotel with a man.

"Vanilla? Is that really Vanilla?" Galang squinted his eyes to clarify his view. Because the distance of the parking lot with the entrance of the Hotel is quite far. "But, what business is he doing here? Maybe I saw it wrong?" His mind seemed to want to reject if what he saw just now was his beloved wife. However, his instincts seemed to say something else.

Galang hoped it wasn't Vanilla. Maybe his wife is in this hotel, while he's having a photo shoot at Puncak.

"May I see it wrong" Galang muttered before finally getting into the car with erratic feelings and thoughts.

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"..."

Galang glanced at the glance of Amara who had just stared out the window. The woman of course heard Galang's talk, which she believed in with her mother. The feelings of guilt and discomfort are only increasing.

"Galang had eaten earlier at the Hotel Restaurant. Okay, Mam. Sorry, yes, Mama. Excuse me. Love you, Mom." End his phone call. Put the phone back in the pocket.

She breathed a sigh of relief after calling Sarah's mother. Forced Galang could not keep his promise that he would go home quickly because the distance of the Hotel from his house was a bit far. Moreover, he also had to drive Amara home.

Silence accompanied their journey home. Galang and Amara were both silent and dissolved in their minds. Amara thought of her daughter—Kasih, while Galang re-thought of the incident earlier—when he was like looking at Vanila.

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After traveling for almost an hour and a half, they finally arrived at Amara's house.

"This is your house?" Galang asked as soon as he stopped his car right in the courtyard of Amara's humble home.

The house is not too big but looks beautiful, because it is overgrown with trees and some ornamental plants placed in small pots.

"Yes, sir," replied Amara who had removed her seatbelt from her body. "Come, sir, please stop by first. Far away you come here, it does not feel good if you do not stop for a while," invite Amara kindly.

He just wanted to repay the kindness of Galang who had been willing to drive him home. There's nothing else.

Looking at the situation of Amara's house for a moment, Galang seemed to think for a moment. Then, turn to Amara again and ask, "Is it okay, if I stop by?"

Amara nodded while smiling. "It's okay, sir," he replied. "but .. sorry if my house is small and maybe uncomfortable" he added.

He laughed when he heard Amara's words. "Hahaha .. no problem. Come onl. I want to see your son." He took off his seat belt and got out of the car, followed by Amara.

"Come, sir."

Closing the car door and locking it automatically. Then walk side by side with Amara.

"I sit here alone" said Galang pointing to a chair made of wood, as soon as he arrived at the door of Amara's house. She felt bad for Amara's husband when the original came in.

"Ta—" Amara wants to ban Galang who wants to sit on a chair on the porch of his house. Suddenly, though...

"Mother!" The voice of Love from within interrupted Amara who suddenly turned her attention to the boy. Love ran small and immediately reached out, hugging her.

"Love." Amara returned Kasih's embrace while occasionally glancing at Galang who was looking at her. "Son, why haven't you slept?" tanyanya after breaking the hug.

"Let's wait for Mom to come home" replied Kasih in a spoiled tone.

"But it's a shame, son." Amara stroked the head of Love.

"Let's go bust with Mom." Love is funny, the little girl has not realized if there is someone who has been looking at her with a smile since.

"Hem, mother's son, what is it?" Amara pinches gnarled cheeks of Kasih. "Yes already. Here, I know someone." Bringing Love to Galang.

Love frowned. "Who is this, Mom?" tanyanya while staring alternately Galang and Amara.

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tbc...