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The sun had begun to appear, the light was so bright it went into the gap of the curtains and window frames of the Riksa Nugraha apartment. Making the oriental-faced handsome man feel glare even though his eyelids had not been fully opened.


Riksa slowly opened his eyes and looked to the left, towards the arm that was on the pedestal of a woman who was still asleep after so long crying in his arms earlier.


The narrow eyes of the oriental style also turned towards the wall displayed a black wall clock with gold clock, and with gold writing color as well. The clock shows at 9am. Riksa really did not want to disturb Puspa who was asleep, he did not want until his movements disturbed Puspa and made the woman wake up.


Therefore, Rikas tried to grab the phone from his pants pocket, trying to move very carefully. He minimizes every movement and also the sound caused by the movement. After successfully grabbing her phone, she immediately tried to contact the office and have Dina deal with all the problems and work that happened and that was in the office. He deliberately did not contact Samuel because Riksa also knew that Samuel must still be very tired because what happened last night was indeed very energy and thoughts of Rijakan, not only Riksa even Samuel as well. So he decided to tell Dina only.


After that, Riksa put his phone on the nightstand beside the bed. After that he looked towards Puspa, and looked at the tired face of the beautiful woman. To look very damp and pale, Puspa's face is still beautiful according to him.


An hour later, Riksa felt that he had to go to the restroom. He tried to position the head of Puspa moved from his arm to the pillow slowly. Then she went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up.


After finishing, Rikas went back to check on Puspa and the girl was still asleep. Riksa decided to make food for the woman he loved.


A few minutes in the kitchen of his apartment, Rikasi has made sandwiches and also hot milk for Puspa. While waiting for the woman to wake up, Rikka tries to find clothes that will fit the woman when she wakes up. Because the dress is so dirty.


But when he returned to the room, Riksa did not get Puspa on the bed. Rika panicked for a moment, but then she heard the sound of a shower from inside the bathroom.


Riksa sighed in relief when she found out, Puspa was in the bathroom.


Tok tok tok tok


"Darling, are you inside?" tanya Rikasi after knocking on the bathroom door a few times.


Suddenly the sound of the shower stopped and the sound of the bathroom door opened.


Chequelek


"Puspa!" lirih Rikse because the woman he called her name was standing before him without wearing anything.


Puspa then stepped closer to Riksa and hugged Riksa who of course his body is currently hot cold to withstand every turmoil he felt in the woman he loved.


"Do you know what you're doing?" tanya Riksa who had swallowed her own saliva many times with great difficulty.


"Make me yours Rikas, let's get married! I really don't want to go home. Don't want to torture!" puspa said with a voice that sounded trembling.


Riksa's hands, which were initially hesitant, now began to dare him lift and touch the back of the woman who was hugging him. Rikan's hands were so warm that Puspa closed his eyes and even more tightened his embrace on Rikasan.


At this time even the lips of Rija can also touch Puspa's shoulder which is still wet, cold and fragrant. But Riksa immediately whispered right in Puspa's ear.


"I will definitely make you mine, but once we get married!" said Riksa with a tone of voice that is so heavy but sounded so firmly in Puspa's ear.


Hearing that Puspa immediately closed his eyes, without feeling the tears flowing back on his face. Riksa rubbed Puspa's tears and helped her wear the clothes that Rikan had prepared.


After helping Puspa get dressed, Riksa also helped the beautiful woman whose eyes were still a little empty, combing and drying her hair. After that Rikas invite Puspa to breakfast together.


At first it was very difficult to make Puspa to want to eat his breakfast. But tirelessly Riksa continued to persuade until finally Puspa wanted to eat half of his sandwich.


"We're getting married now!" pinta Puspa after Riksa cleaned the rest of the bread on the edge of his lips with tissue.


Riksa was speechless, another matter he could decide for himself. But if it's a matter of marriage, he should talk about it with Samuel, Danar and Stella.


"Darling, after I bought you clothes. I'll take you to see Damar and Aunt Stella for their permission!" said Riksa who was immediately responded to a nod of the head by Puspa.


After making sure Puspa began to calm down, Rikasi asked that Puspa stay in his apartment and not open the door for anyone, and Rikas went to buy clothes for Puspa.


The two men are planning their wedding. Two cars quickly entered the Virendra residence.


From inside the car that stopped right in front of the main door, out a middle-aged woman hurriedly. Followed by a middle-aged man who looked very anxious on his face.


"Samuel!" yelled the woman.


While from inside the car that was behind the first car came out a bule man, who looked very tired because he kept sighing nonstop.


Hearing the screams from Mega, Stella who was in the living room because she was reading the newspaper immediately stood up and approached Mega.


"Mega, what are you doing? why scream in the morning at a man's house like that?" stella asked with an annoyed face.


"Where's my daughter?" ask Mega without further ado.


Stella frowned.


"Loh, didn't Samuel say Puspa was found? is he missing again?" stella asked who really did not understand the meaning of Mega.


"Yes, my daughter has been found. But he didn't come home! my future daughter-in-law says she's with Samuel and Riksa. Quickly tell me where my daughter is?" ask Mega.


Stella began to growl at the woman who incidentally is Puspa's biological mother.


'Hais, how could a woman as beautiful and as good as Puspa be born from an arrogant mother like this!' stella's mind is not out of thought.


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