Rodriguez Affair
Chapter 21

Sarla did not move, she did not even walk to where the p3k box was like Morean's orders, her beautiful eyes swept through the room and wondered why the man had brought her here, was this not her family's home, yesterday he was very adamant he wouldn't make her meet Juless but now why change his mind brings her close to the neighborhood where Juless is.

Not long after Luke entered who came out of nowhere, Luke looked at Sarla who was there, he understood and understood the confusion Sarla, “Sorry this is a mistake, they should have sent you to the restaurant instead of here, sorry to have brought you into the room because Juless was there too.”

Morean on the other side who heard Luke coming back again entered the front area of the lounge in his room, “Go Luke, do your other tasks, let him here, let him be, it is not safe to go now if there is still Juless at home.”

“Good.” Luke gets out of there.

Out there while closing Luke's door a little gasp he passed Juless in front of him who was about to leave the gym his gaze was so cold that Luke chose to leave immediately, ignoring Juless.

In Morean's room he starts a television set, then sits grinning without seeing Sarla still unmoved in her place, “You don't like sitting or you want to be one of the art sculptures in a museum?”

Sarla took a breath at Morean's words, finally understanding she was here not the will of this man but a mistake, her beautiful eyes looking again at Morean's arms not caring about her legs that hurt a little, just now, “What because of your hand, you didn't come?”

“Not coming?” repeat Morean glances with his tail, as soon as he laughs silently, “You are waiting for me, you are very ready to give yourself to me as it turns out.”.

“I'm just asking about your hand not about being ready or not being ready, aren't you going to care, I'm ready or not you're still going to do what you want at will?”

Morean's hand is lifted asking Sarla to be quiet, “Go take the P3k box heal your wounds, I'm not in the mood to argue with anyone.” Morean immediately threw himself on the sofa and raised both his legs up there and Sarla did not answer again she immediately took the drawer p3k box that Morean pointed at.

It has been a few days Morean did not go anywhere, he was asked to rest for a while after surgery yesterday, he was asked to take a break, he continued to be at home as well as accompanying the sick father a little more spoiled asking to be accompanied at breakfast and lunch otherwise he would not have eaten.

Rodriguez Sanden's father had a hard time walking after the fall yesterday but his health has improved despite only using a wheelchair.

For Morean the father is a very valuable thing for him, if not because the father is sick he will also still go to work not too indulging the pain of the former operation, he said, at home he met Juless often, although it was only late in the evening after Juless interned from their family-owned office.

Juless became increasingly cold to Morean from the other day asking for help but was not granted, but at this time he has looked better not as frustrated at the beginning of Sarla's departure, in an attitude as if Morean still asks Luke to pay attention to his nephew, Yes, Juless still continues to look for Sarla always visit Sarla's old residence even the flower shop and cafe where Sarla worked first.

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In Sarla's room, after slathering her legs with an anti-bruise ointment, she looked at Morean, who seemed to have closed there, and Sarla became confused as to what she would do here, Sarla also chose to sit at the end of Morean's large bed while staring like a fool at the lit television screen.

“Please my feet!” Suddenly Morean who he thought was sleeping made a sound.

Sarla gasped a little and cleared her throat yes, immediately put down her bag and walked slowly once closer to Morean, she stared confusedly where to sit, where, what floated down like a slave then massaged him from below or sat on the sofa put the man's feet on his shoulders.

Sarla also chose to relax, making Morean's eyes open perfectly, “What are you doing? You think I asked you to be a waiter? Sit on top!” He lowered his legs, making Sarla slightly gasp with the high voice of Morean and then immediately got up and sat there.

Not a waiter so what?

Brother *****?

“Hemm... don't wait here for my dad's lunch.” Looking at Morean at the time and rising up, Sarla could only give up looking at the man's attitude. A few seconds later he looked at Sarla, “You've eaten?”

“Ah, no I'm not hungry.”

“Omong empty, I'll be back in a moment, we'll eat together here.” Morean came out of his room and made the door close and locked again.

Sarla's lips distorted the sneer, ibilis strange and unpredictable what she really wants, Sarla began to look away while leaning, when the man began to become a Sanden and approached the older brother, Sarla, then when he moved in and met the man a few times was it a coincidence?

Very unlikely not, obviously he had followed him for sure since from his old residence.

Then the woman was with him, why were they there, for what? or maybe their living quarters were renovated as well him, the streets, the street skills all for what he did, No, Sarla you're too far for what he did and pity you what else is responsible, no, he's after you yeah like he said, he's only been impressed with you since that night.

You're mendrahan Sarla…

Sarla rubbed the faces of her two tired hands, she missed Juless misses the man who always just made her happy without looking down on her without seeing anything from her, eager to see her at this time, eager to see her, of course Juless also didn't want this to happen if she knew the effect would be this bad.

Sarla got up, looking for a gap where she could see the situation outside Morean's room seeing the situation out there including the current state of Juless, he said, maybe his mistake coming there could be an opportunity for him to see the man.

Sarla also rose to sweep her eyes around, maybe there is a glass or cracks there that can make her look out, she began to walk in the big room using her place of absence Morean, Morean, but there are no pants here he was the other side in the area next to the room where a mini bar and the arrangement of wine racks are located, Sarla saw there is a window there, Sarla also rushed there.

The small, unopenable window led to the large residence's backyard and a glass-walled room that Sarla did not know what was, he was already standing there looking out the atmosphere there so quiet a few minutes Sarla noticed the black glass walled room it seemed like it was a place to exercise.

There was nothing since he had seen it back there, only a few people on the edges of a plant seemed to be chopping leaves, at once almost gave up hope Sarla closed her mouth with her perfectly rounded eyes.

"That's Juless!" Sarla sees Juless coming out of the place wearing shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt rubbing sweat with a towel running out. A longing came to the surface of his heart.

Juless...

You don't miss me?

Netra Sarla glazed over, looking at that handsome face that always looked calm, eager for her to run and beat him, you made all this, you made everything this complicated

“What are you doing!” Instantly a voice echoed, making Sarla jump as if she was being caught making a crime.

Sarla shook her head in fear that her lips were locked, soon Morean might come closer and pull her roughly Sarla's hand to bring her out from that side of the room.

Sarla complained that her hands were held in a strong pull, Morean threw Sarla into the soft sofa, making Sarla even more frightened to be found peeping Juless, "Ma-af—“

Sarla stared fearfully at Morean her beautiful eyes turned softly with her very clear face.

Morean's gaze was so scary the man lowered his body making Sarla retreat and dodge, “It seems like you no longer love your sister?” Morean knows Sarla was peeping at Juless at the sports venue.

“Ma-af...”Sarla stamped, “Do not do anything to Molina,” Please Sarla.

Morean also rose through his pocket, “I don't like people who like to argue and his speech can't be held.”

“I beg....don't do anything to my brother!” Sarla gets up as she grabs the hand of the man holding the cell phone but Morean pulls out Sarla's hand, Sarla panics. “I beg you not to do anything sir..I beg you...sir...”.

A sudden sense appeared to Sarla, as Sarla was on her tiptoes clenching Morean's busy quick lips with her cell phone and Sarla coiled her hands together forcefully at the man's neck and tightened her body.

Morean successfully widened his net to pattern seeing Sarla as aggressive as this, he was right to test Morean's lips with pagutannya so undirected, Shit, this aroma, this, the sweet aroma of Sarla's body and her pagutan makes Morean get carried away and instantly he pushes Sarla to the sofa again.

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