His Secretary His Wife A Love Story

For Bahtiar Gema, it's about creating pleasure. For Alara Senja, it's about collecting memories. And for the judges, it's about symbiotic mutualism. Where both need and benefit from each other. Gema with his biological needs and Alara with the most beautiful recordings in her memory. That's as far as it goes.

But even something as simple as this is still being fussed over constantly. Not through sarcastic or rude words. Not even shouting at each other. Only through the gaze of the eyes that emit each other's signals, has created a signal of rejection on one of the parties. Humans - sometimes - act beyond reason. Complicating a situation that is clearly easy to do.

The echo is the main culprit. It's not that I'm against it, it's just that it's crazy. Throughout the course of her life as a lawyer who changed assistants, Alara was the only one who dared to be impudent. Ah, not really. Oho! How nice of Gema to say this. Because if it's considered presumptuous, yes, Alara falls into that category. But if Gema could give a thumbs up and give a score, Alara was quite brave and courageous.

Alara should know-or even already knows-that by offering what she has is a risky risk in which Gema does not involve feelings in it. Okay. Judge the Echo broken. That's how some people see it. And Gema, not once did she want to mess around with people's judgment of her. What she had and what she had achieved were all due to the role of her parents and the support of her family. So, no matter how bad his name and image are in the eyes of the wider community, as long as the encouragement from his family supports his progress, everything will not be a problem.

But since Bahtiar Gema is also bragging... he doesn't know what bridged Alara Senja to do so. Of course, for the sake of that symbiotic mutualism. What a human being!

Here's the thing. Bahtiar Gema will tell you a little about Alara Senja. Since this is the opening chapter, it would be unethical for Gema to tell the whole story. His brain will not be able to accommodate the whole of how the real Alara is. Only through the big glasses seen in her daily life.

After all, humans are so habitual. Judging from the cover only. What a wonder!

She was still young. Echo forgot how old she was. When she applied to be his assistant at his new lawyer's office, to be honest, he just picked her. Not without reason. That day, there had just been an uproar that required Gema to replace his assistant immediately without obstruction. The problem was simple. There were many cases that Gema had to take care of, immediately and as soon as possible, considering the pile of items she had to attend to. Not to mention the trial that took up her time. So, Alara Senja's candidate, Gema agreed.

And during her three months here, Alara was quite useful considering she was still a student. Gema couldn't imagine-at first-how Alara would divide her time between working and studying, not to mention the assignments that demanded her attention. Um, now Alara is looking for another outlet to be petted. Echo is the target. The demon in Gema's brain deserves to be thrown into the abyss.

But... still. Alaran's visit to her room where the office was completely deserted and only the two of them remained. Want to know what Alara wants? This is crazy. That's all. Even crazier, Gema couldn't resist. Weren't they both crazy?

Just imagine it. Two crazy people meeting, what would happen. Other than... yeah, you know what I mean?

"Why?" Alara blurred Maha's various judgments about her being the equivalent of a 'Classy Woman'. Who was so independent and never whined about the work that Gema always gave her. "You're young and smart. Why Alara?"

Silence. Alara's lips were locked tight. If asked such a question, Alara had no answer. Aside from being reckless and instead wanting to test her adrenaline-uhh, her boss was tantalizing. Dazzling pairs of female eyes in one glance. From the moment she applied to this office, Alara had been infatuated with her widower boss. Yes, a widower. Imagine that! Alara's taste is unique. Different from the others. When all of her friends are chasing after the pure single ones - not meaning the widower is not alone - but meaning the virgin one. And her beautiful brain sensibly wanted the widower who was in front of her now.

"Because I like it." Alara's spontaneous answer wrinkled Gema's forehead.

Alara's body was cold and hot. Goosebumps on the disco floor. The frown of Gema's forehead in Alara's eyes was as if she was sighing her name and tightening the pleasure created in it. Traveling too far or Alara too close to sin? I don't know.

"Your brain is dirty."

"Eh?"

"You... can only imagine something dirty when I'm in front of you."

Okay, fine. Alara was caught. But if you've been caught, it's useless to avoid it. So just continue in silence.

Alara's lips pursed forward. Which in Gema's view was very tempting. He wanted to immediately grab them, knit the saliva threads there, explore every inch of her body and-STOP! Just as dirty. Let's get dirty together.

No way! This is forbidden. Alara is not his type. But something rubbery comes into contact with her big palm. Uhm, what is that? How does it feel familiar and okay well, Echo's eyes bulged perfectly.

"It fits, right?"

Oh my God! Just punish Echo. Who must be swearing inwardly but reluctant to get out of the way. The expression on Alara's face giving her support invited Gema to explore further. The reddish tinge that was printed on Alara's white face along with the beads of sweat that were pouring out further invited Gema to enjoy.

Is it time to break the fast?

Why? The feeling of Ramadan is still far away. Suddenly it's time to break the fast.

"You're too much!"