Chapter 47: Chapter 47
That morning Rakia helped Mrs. Hunt in the kitchen and woke up early, as was her habit. Since she was starting to miss work today, she planned to pack her bags. It was because Dashtan urged her to take an early leave before her departure to Dubai tomorrow. Rakia saw Dashtan struggling with his tie in the living room, she approached the man after handing over the task of making breakfast to Mrs. Hunt.
“Let me help you,” Rakia said as she took over Dashtan’s hand who seemed busy putting on his tie. After the tie was perfectly and neatly attached, Rakia smiled at her neat work.
“Where’s your suit? Let me get it for you, go have breakfast,” Rakia said again.
“In my room, I’ll wait in the kitchen.” Dashtan gave Rakia a quick peck on the forehead before heading to the kitchen. After picking up Dashtan’s coat, she followed him into the kitchen, placing his coat on the arm of the sofa in the living room.
“Don’t forget to pack for our departure tomorrow.” Dashtan reminded Rakia of their departure tomorrow for Dubai.
“What time is the plane?” asked Rakia as she sipped her tea.
“Morning at seven, the sooner we leave the better, because we will get there quickly,” Dashtan replied. Rakia nodded in understanding, after they had breakfast Rakia helped Dahstan put on his suit and then walked him to the front door of the house. As she looked out, she was surprised by a car parked in the garage near Dashtan’s range rover.
“Whose car is that?” asked Rakia curiously. She stared at the white Mercedes-benz car that was so mesmerizing to Rakia’s eyes.
“Oh, yeah sorry, I forgot to tell you about your new car, surprise....” Dashtan smiled trying to look like a surprise but he failed and instead Rakia laughed.
“Really? I mean... Ash... I’m just kidding, I’m comfortable taking public transportation,” Rakia said honestly. She did not expect anything from Dashtan in terms of material things.
“Not for me, and I’m not joking about your safety. At least I’m not worried if you have to go home at night or leave too early for work,” Dashtan explained seriously. Unexpectedly, Rakia gave him a seductive kiss on the lips and Dashtan didn’t want to miss the opportunity. He deepened the kiss by pressing Rakia’s nape. He savored all the flavors he got from the woman, all of which were intoxicating.
“Thank you for this lavish gift,” Rakia said sincerely after their seductive kiss ended. She wrapped her arms around Dashtan’s neck.
“You’re welcome, I’ll ask for something in return,” Dashtan said as he blinked one of his eyes to which Rakia immediately responded by glaring and giving the man a pinch on the waist. Dashtan let out a small groan as Rakia pinched him.
“I’ll try it later,” Rakia said with a sparkling face and enthusiasm. Dashtan was momentarily mesmerized by the twinkle on Rakia’s face, his heart warmed and the enthusiasm the woman exuded infected him so much that he felt he should finish his work at the office well and then go home as soon as possible to see this woman again.
“Yes, you should. The key is on my desk,” Dashtan said happily. They parted ways on the terrace. Rakia waved at Dashtan’s car as he started to leave the garage.
“It was... fun, but all of this is temporary,” Rakia murmured in a sad tone mixed with contemplation. After Dashtan’s figure was completely gone, Rakia turned to stare at her new car and smiled with renewed vigor. She immediately entered the house and ran towards Dashtan’s workspace to look for her car keys. She checked Dashtan’s desk and found the car keys in the third drawer on the left side of the desk at the bottom. Rakia picked it up but was curious about a black folder with her name written on the front cover. She put the car keys on the table and turned to the folder, pulling it out of the drawer. However, as she pulled it out several pieces of paper slid out of the folder, scattering near her feet. Startled and slightly panicked, Rakia crouched down and closed the drawer before clearing up the scattered papers.
She frowned when she found her photo in 3R size. It was her photo when she attended the journalist memorial day event in Jakarta, the photo was taken from the side but still showed her face clearly. Rakia examined all the papers scattered near her feet. The papers contained her personal information, in full and in detail. Suddenly her heart was beating uncomfortably, several questions popped up in her mind and one of them gave her goosebumps.
“Why is Dahstan stalking me?” That question was enough to make her hair stand on end. She quickly sorted out all the papers and put them back in her folder and then put them in the drawer where they belonged. She quickly stood up and grabbed her new car keys and left the room. She clutched her car keys to her chest as she stood in front of Dashtan’s closed workspace door. She daydreamed for a while, thinking only about the file she had found containing her full information. Not getting any answers, she quickly headed to her room to shower and get ready. She was going to take her new car to the supermarket to do some shopping.
She momentarily forgot about Dashtan stalking her as she picked out clothes to wear out with her new car. She preferred to wear simple clothes. But this time she wanted to look a little different. She found an ivory white knee-length dress with a small waist strap. She was also surprised at how well-stocked the closet was, she wondered if Dashtan had intentionally filled it up like that for her, even several pairs of shoes, from flats, to higheels to boots were there and all fit her feet. She thought back to the document about her that she found. Rakia sighed, maybe this was one of his goals.
After getting ready, Rakia looked at her reflection once again in the mirror. She looked different in the clothes she was currently wearing. With wedges that matched the color of her clothes, Rakia curled her hair and some of her hair fell to the side of her face. The ringing of her cell phone interrupted her from the light make-up she was currently doing.
“Hello, Ash! What’s up?” asked Rakia when she realized it was her husband calling her.
“Are you still at home?” Dashtan asked.
“Yes, I’m going out to the supermarket soon, I want to buy something there, why?”
“Stop by my office first, there’s still something I forgot to give you earlier,” Dashtan said which made Rakia think for a moment.
“Alright, I’ll stop by there, give me the address.”
After their conversation ended, Rakia left the room after she was satisfied with her appearance. She said goodbye to Mrs. Hunt and then headed to the car garage. She was so happy with the gift that when she sat behind the wheel, Rakia was amazed for a moment by the luxurious and elegant interior of the car.
“ Isn’t a dream, is it?” she muttered and pinched the back of her hand as she winced in pain. As the car’s engine roared to life, Rakia’s heart pounded with excitement. And she drove the car out of the garage to Dashtan’s office. About fifteen minutes into the drive, Rakia arrived at a tall building. She stared at the building in amazement, feeling very lucky to have married such a wonderful man, even though there was only a black and white relationship between them. She got out of the car after parking it in the parking lot in front of the building. As she entered the glass main door of the building, several people turned their attention to her. Rakia immediately approached the reception desk and asked questions but, as she was about to speak, the employee on duty immediately bowed to her.
“Madam, good afternoon, you are expected by Mr. Dashtan in his room,” said the neatly dressed young woman with a friendly smile. Rakia smiled and quickly walked away after saying thank you. Several people who passed by her gave her a small bow as they passed her. She was confused by the treatment, but when she got to the elevator she realized that her current status was more than what she thought. Not just as a wife but a woman whose husband is the owner of an international Industrial technology company. Rakia let out a long sigh as she realized all the facts she had forgotten about Dashtan Al Ghani. The elevator doors opened and she arrived at the floor where Dashtan’s room was. The man’s secretary greeted her by standing up from her seat and bowing respectfully as Rakia approached her desk. The woman named Alda immediately informed Dashtan that his wife was here, and Rakia immediately entered after being told she was welcome.
Dashtan looked at Rakia who had just entered his office in amazement. The woman looked very different from the clothes she was wearing at the moment. It looked elegant and classy, all because he had hired a stylist to fill Rakia’s wardrobe before she moved into his house. Rakia smiled as the woman walked over to Dashtan’s table. The man seemed to see an angel who had just descended from the sky in human form named Rakia Adeline.
“Hi,” greeted Rakia a little awkwardly, Dashtan blinked a few times to get rid of his dread of Rakia. Then he got up from his chair and approached Rakia with a stare like a predator who was determining his quarry. Rakia, who noticed Dashtan’s gaze, held her breath for a moment and then said, “Too much?” she asked, meaning to ask the man’s opinion on her current appearance. When Dashtan was right in front of her in such close proximity, the man kissed her without permission or prompting. Rakia was momentarily surprised but immediately returned the kiss.
“No, you’re amazing,” Dashtan said after their kiss ended. Rakia gave her a sweet smile.
“Enough pleasantries, Mr. Temptress, now what do you want to give me, again?” Rakia reminded Dashtan of his purpose in calling her here. The man smiled as he reached into the pocket of his material pants and pulled out a black card. He thrust the card at Rakia.
“Wear it,” said Dashtan’s team which instantly made Rakia’s eyeballs jump out. She stared at the black card with mixed feelings.
“Ash, this is too-“
“Too much?! No, this is for you you’re my wife and you’re entitled to what I have, take this,” Dashtan said quickly then grabbed one of Rakia’s hands and placed the object in the woman’s palm. Rakia looked down at the stepped object in her hand now. In a short time she had become a woman who could afford to buy an island, just for marrying a man named Dashtan Al Ghani.
“This is very... Expensive, that car alone is-“
Dashtan stopped Rakia’s babbling by putting his index finger to her lips. When he made sure she was speechless, he grabbed both her shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze. He brought his face closer and looked into Rakia’s eyes, which were among the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen on earth.
“You deserve it, you are mine and mine has the right to what I have.” Dashtan concluded his words by once again planting a kiss on Rakia’s lips which had recently become an addiction for him.