Wife President's Deposits
Chapters. 25 Tired and Reached

At midnight Deya opened it and looked for Edward. The man left her again. Lonely and silent, encircling his heart. His dark brown bead saw a piece of paper on the nightstand. He picked it up and started reading the writing inside.

'thank you, sweetheart. Enjoy everything here because everything is yours from now on. Remember tomorrow I'm waiting for you at the office! If you need anything just say it, don't hesitate.'

Deya smothered the paper. For a moment he felt dirty from selling his body for money. He thought having what Lia had would make him calm and happy. In fact, he felt disappointed when his partner just left without saying goodbye, after what they did.

He seems unappreciated. Not loved. Being like a comfort woman who has no right to complain let alone get angry. It's hard not like the shadow. How could Lia live a life like this for so many years.

Deya recalled her father's advice after she married Edward.

"Father does not know what your intention is to be the Master's second wife. Who knows only God. Just one message Father, be a good wife. Your mother's example, she always does everything with a sincere heart. If you do, your husband will respect and respect you throughout his life. A wife's job is to make her husband feel comfortable and happy to be by your side**, whatever the circumstances."

Deya went to the bathroom, took a night shower and prayed. Begging that his journey be facilitated by the Creator. Now he does not know to be in the right or wrong direction but hopes God will always lead him on his meandering journey.

***

In a skyscraper owned by Xavier Corporation.

Deya walked towards Edward's secretary room. He smiled at the woman in front of him.

"Good morning, brother," said Deya.

"Morning too. You're Deya Almaira who came yesterday, right?" ask Katrine.

"Yes, Brother."

"Sir Edward is waiting for you inside. Oh, yes, I told you to do an internship with me. It's here."

"Okay, sister," Deya replied.

Katrine knocks on Edward's door and enters. Not long after that he came out and told Deya to just go straight in.

Deya then entered the room. Two saw Edward who was busy with the map in front of him.

"After, Sir!" greet Deya. Edward stopped his activity for a moment and stared at Deya from the bottom up.

Edward told Deya to come closer with a wave of his hand. The woman stood next to Edward's chair.

"That shirt looks good on your body." Deya responded to that with a smile. "But I don't like it, you've become more and more beautiful today."

"I want to see you wear the hijab, so that not all men can enjoy the beauty of your body. However, don't do it if it's because of my request. Just do what you want."

Whether this was an appeal or an order, Deya had no idea. Edward was always sweet to her but until when? Is that until the guy gets bored? Then throw.

Deya sat spoiled on Edward's lap. "Why didn't you go wake me up?" the tan was gentle as he hugged Edward's neck and placed his head on the man's shoulder into the recess of his neck.

Edward rubbed Deya's back. "You're exhausted and you're sleeping soundly, I don't have the heart to disturb your sleep."

"Why? Still want more!"

"Lt!" Deya pinched Edward's waist.

"Aww sick!" peekik Edward's.

"It's not good to sleep there. I'm used to living in a small house with my family."

"Do you want to take your family there?"

"No, you'll be uncomfortable. It's just that I can go home if you don't stop by."

"Hmm, let's see it later."

Deya was still limp leaning against Edward's body. "Why? You sick?"

Edward smiled, stroking Deya's head. These few days together with that woman seemed to have been with her for a long time. Deya's attitude also always makes her happy and comfortable. With a powerful nature if they are together when Edward knows very well if Deya is an independent child and always thinks mature if with his family.

For a long time he had not felt affection with Soraya, they even had frequent fights that made the relationship feel bland. Just channeling desire and then sleeping.

Soraya's right, it's not all her fault if she's looking for the warmth of another man. He was always busy with his work and never paid attention to the woman. Perhaps this is what Soraya feels comfortable when getting more attention from others.

Edward looked at Deya. He will never make Deya feel lonely because of his work. He was not willing if this woman belonged to another man.

Deya was completely asleep in his arms. At first, he thought the woman just wanted to be spoiled. In fact, the woman even snored softly. He seemed to be quite tired and tired from his actions two days ago.

Edward began typing again without waking Deya. Edward's door was knocked.

"Who?"

"I, Sir," said Satria.

"Lake in."

Satria opened the door and was surprised to see a woman sitting on Edward's body. Seven years he worked at this company not once did he see his boss indulge very wife. His boss was always cold despite his wife's needs.

Is it because Deya is his young wife who is still ripe so treated differently?

"Sir, her?" ask Satria.

"He's tired of just leaving it." Satria.

"What are you here for, how was the meeting with our client yesterday."

"This is the result, sir." Satria handed the map to his master.

"Let me check." Deya who was feeling uncomfortable Edward moved. He rubbed in the recess of the man's neck in search of comfort. That thing, made Edward's body stiffen instantly.

"It feels like having another daughter."

"That can be invited to wrestle in bed, sir," ceplos Satria but immediately shut his mouth He goosebumps looking at the serious face of Edward who is staring at him.

"Ha. ha. you're right, he's no less spoiled than Zahra but can be fun. He can do anything to spoil a man."

Satria's mind was already languishing.

"You don't think shit. I mean, he can cook, prepare all my necessities, I feel like a king with him."

Edward's usual face without a smile now seemed radiant full of happy flashes.

"I'm happy and happy."

"Sir, today there will be a meeting with Mr. Adam" Satria continued.

" Dad is coming! I forget. How'this?"

The phone started ringing and Edward picked up.

"Sir, Mr. Adam is already in front of your room."

"Dad, is it here? Wait five more minutes!" edward panicked.

"Oh, yes please make coffee, plus milk so that it is more legit and delicious," said Edward.

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