Wife President's Deposits
Chapters. 20 Direct Notifications

For two days, Edward did not meet Deya. His father is expected to return home today.

Deya went to college. When the break time arrived he ordered soto and warm tea for a morning meal that was ripped up for lunch. He woke up so bad he didn't have time for breakfast. His two younger siblings only bought food from a traveling salesman.

"Yes, these few days why not return a message from me?" asked Angga who was directly sitting next to Deya.

Deya rounded her eyes, turned her head to the side, thinking of the right reason.

"I'm busy taking care of dad in the hospital."

"Your father's in the hospital again?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"And you didn't say that to me?"

"Ehm just slipped and it needs more handling because I just finished pen-off surgery" Deya said.

"But last Sunday night I wanted to pick you up and take you out but you didn't return my messages and phone me."

"My Island ran out yesterday so I can't open a message from you," Deya lied that Deya's parents actually forbade Deya to reconnect with Angga to keep Edward feeling.

"Then let me buy it."

"No need. I bought it earlier. Yesterday I was lazy to buy because I was busy looking for an internship."

"Lho didn't you yesterday go to Xavier corporation?"

"Yes, but there's a little problem now it's not anymore."

"I'm going to KKN tomorrow because that's why I'm looking for you here."

"Be careful there obey the customs around don't mess around" said Deya.

"What sort?"

"Yes, you know yourself without me having to explain."

"You also don't look for my replacement when you're left."

Deya. Suddenly Deya's phone started ringing. Mr. Reehan.

He looked towards Angga.

"I'm going to answer this phone first." Deya immediately went away from the place making Angga frown. It's not usually Deya to do that. He always answered the phone and messages in front of Angga all this time. Is there something Deya is hiding?

"Hallo Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salam. Why did you answer my call?" Edward's tone sounded suspicious.

"I don't hear sorry."

"Where are you?"

"In the campus cafeteria you're having breakfast but you're interrupting." I don't know what Edward thinks with the word bothers Deya not to care.

"Don't go intern?"

"Aren't I not welcome?" ask Deya.

"Accepted as my assistant secretary to be your room with my secretary."

"Why isn't there any notice to me?" deya asked because there was no WA reply or email from Edward's company receiving him for PKL there.

"Notice is direct." Deya imagined Edward smiling as he said so.

"All right." Deya was silent waiting for what Edward said again but Edward was silent to make Deya continue his sentence again.

"It is! Assalamu'alaikum."

"Let's wait, I have something to say again."

"What?" Deya was already impatient to turn off the call.

"You came to the hotel the same room when we were first together."

"Sultan's Hotel?" His memory goes back to that time. Deya shook her head.

"Hmm."

"Washful baths do not have any climbs and unpleasant smells. Wear the clothes I've prepared." His tone was like a boss to his subordinates alone. Deya kissed his armpit. Fragrant really.

Deya shuddered at once hearing Edward's orders.

"Are you not busy?" tanya Deya wants to run away from the things that have dirty his mind that is still clean.

"No. Why?"

"Do you miss me?"

"Ehm... " Deya plays her fingernails. "Hindu." Deya replied lying there was doubt in her tone.

"Deya, is it done yet?" asked Angga who was already next to him made Deya soar in surprise.

"Anu."

"That's who Deya is!" ask Edward across the phone.

Deya immediately turned off the phone call in panic.

"From my Mr. Dhe," said Deya as long as Angga does not suspect. He became misbehaved because lying was bad.

"I have to go home because I need help."

"Let me deliver ya" Pinta Angga.

"No need," Deya answered back into the cafeteria to pay for the food.

"But Deya."

"Sorry Angga I have to hurry." Deya then walked quickly leaving Angga who was fixated on his own looking at Deya's departure.

Deya's phone went off again. Deya started to pick it up again.

"Why did you turn it off!" edward snaps from across the phone.

"There was a friend talking. I have to answer the question first."

"Your friend or your lover!" edward asked suspiciously.

Deya's steps stopped. "We talk about this problem later, yes, it's not good on the phone" he said gently.

There was the sound of a loud breath from Edward.

"I want to go home to the hotel, okay. We meet there." Deya did not want to linger talking to Edward. She was like a wife who was caught cheating but she was already someone's wife.

"Let's just pick you up by my driver" Edward said softly.

"No need, I don't want to look flashy in front of everyone let me be Deya as it is outside but I'll be Deya as you ask if you meet, too" Deya said.

"Just go to the hotel" Edward said.

"Aren't you coming tonight?"

"No, it's late afternoon."

"Okey."

"I turned off the call, yes" Pinta Deya.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salutations." He breathed a sigh of relief after Edward turned off the call. "Dey's dead now!"

***

Two hours later, Deya arrived at the hotel. He went straight to the receptionist to get access to the room. Not yet he asked Satria to approach Deya.

"I was told by Mr. Edward to wait and escort the Lady to the room." They went to the room they had booked.

Arriving in the room Deya looked at the chair that Edward had sat in, the shadow of the time returned. His face flushed for a moment. She had no idea how dare she undress herself in front of a man she did not know. Deya took a breath, filling her oxygen-deprived lungs.

Satria walked towards a long table pointing towards several paper bags.

"Madam, this is a dress that you ordered specifically for you along with shoes, makeup and others. He wants you to wear it."

"good. He bought me a lot of stuff but forgot to buy me a face. I didn't bring it when I got here. Can you buy it for me now."

Satria was surprised to hear that. He opened his eyes in disbelief at Deya's request. She thought Deya like any other cheap woman turned out differently. It was only fitting that his master this time was interested in him.

"Well Miss I will order it, later I will leave it to the hotel clerk. I have to leave because there is another important matter. I'm just here to make sure if you can come."

Satria then resigned.

Deya then went to see the contents of the paper bag.

Dressing equipment that seems expensive. High heels. He wrote his brand on a Google search and looked at the price of the shoes. Sixteen million. Deya shut her mouth. This could be to buy the hundred shoes he was wearing. Then the lingerie, she knew it was from Lia. was white, transparent. Deya grimaced herself to him.

Deya looked at a letter that was inside the envelope. "Wear this all, make my imagination come true."

"Basic, Mr. Rekehan is naughty!" Deya smiled to herself.