(Tak) Bile Sepahit Bile

Section 4

"Go!"

For the first time the cold and sniffling sound grabbed Cempaka's ear. He looked up quickly, his eyes twinkled, there was even a faint smile embedded on the lips of the pink lipstick.

He was, Caesar Arya Pratama, a thirty-two-year-old man. Descendants of the number one people in their city.

Cempaka thought the man was asking him to leave, not wanting it. Or cancel the contract that the woman beside him has made.

The eagle's sharp eyes were centered on the radiant face of Cempaka. Looks sweet and natural. Not made up like most women. Simple, what it is.

"Why are you smiling?" The question made Cempaka's heart beat.

The baron glanced, at once his jaw hardened withstanding the overflowing annoyance in the heart. The smile on the lips of the girl disappeared instantly changed the gray clouds that made her heart heat up even with her two eyes. He looked down while clenching the air tightly.

"Didn't you hear my orders? Go!" The sharp glances turned on the figure of the Baron who was looking at Cempaka.

The lazy man wavered when he realized that he was the one being asked to leave the room.

"L-yes, Sir!" he said nodding.

Cempaka looked up again, this time the beautiful eyes were on the Baron not to leave him. His head faintly shook, glaring at the man.

But who cares? The baron remained up from the sofa, waltzing away with a satisfied feeling. Cempaka back down, free to cede to him because it will not be ignored. Now, he could only submit to the fate line that he would pass through.

"If you want to be my wife, then fix your appearance. I don't like you wearing those clothes" Caesar said firmly.

Cempaka could only nod his head without being able to refute. He was already sold by his own father, and it was the rich man before that eye who had bought him dearly. At least that's what the baron said.

"Who asked you to wear those clothes? What was that man?" the ketusnya again makes Cempaka vibrate. Again the girl's head nodded, answering a cold-pitched question from Caesar.

The man fell silent, not caring too much for the girl in front of him. The one he wanted from Cempaka was a child.

"Learn from my wife, how to be Caesar's wife. You already know what your job is, don't you?" Caesar stared fixedly at the bowed figure before him.

There is a reason why Caesar agreed to remarry the woman of his choice. Seeing Cempaka who has unkempt skin, dull and dry. In contrast to the woman next to him who has skin and a well-groomed body. That's what Eva, Caesar's first wife, wanted.

Cempaka nodded his head again, hoping that there would be no pain during the contract marriage. Caesar got up, followed by the sexy woman who continued to wrestle on his arm.

"Follow me now!" The order was the end of their meeting in the room. The two walked out without waiting for Cempaka.

He looked up quickly, staring at the backs of the two people who kept away. His breath sounded heavy and long.

Cempaka sighed, continued to stand up and step grubbyly following in the footsteps of the two people who left him. The two got into a luxury car parked in a special area. Cempaka tucked the hair behind the ear, stepping with his head down.

The back door opened waiting for him to enter. Cempaka jumped when Caesar's hand stuck out while holding the suit.

"Use this to cover your body!" ketus.

He clenched tightly to his body wrapped in Caesar's suit. From the fabric fiber exudes a masculine aroma piercing the nose of Cempaka, but at the same time soothing. The girl dropped her head on the car door, staring at the buildings that lined the road.

Eva, meanwhile, was busy chuckling and occasionally smiling with her phone in hand. Without noticing Caesar who secretly glanced at Cempaka from the rearview. The heart thump felt different, a sense of presence that he had never felt before.

Cars pull over in front of a building, which is where they're going to have a secret wedding. Everything is regulated by Eva, and approved by Caesar. There were no witnesses from either side of the family other than the officer and the private driver who was Caesar's assistant.

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"You've been my wife, but not in front of a lot of people. Applies like a stranger when in front of everyone, even my family. Because my legal wife is only Eva," remembers Caesar who was only taken head by Cempaka.

The man did not even ask what his name was, only read a writing given by his wife. Cempaka kept his head down, his heart felt squeezed. In silence, he hoped that there would be someone who could make up for it. Free her from the bondage of that marriage.

Among them, a pair of eyes stared pity at the girl. His hands clenched hearing the rules Caesar had made to suppress Cempaka. The proud man walked hand in hand with his wife.

"Please, Mistress!" said Caesar's assistant invited Cempaka to follow the two.

This time, they sat behind and Cempaka beside the wheel. The sound of giggling laughter, praising each other and seducing each other, even the sound of each other was very disturbing Cempaka's mind. However, the girl diverted him by staring at the expanse of the building by the roadside.

This fate. Being the contract wife of a heartless ruthless man. Why is my destiny like this, Lord? What kind of game do I have to go through to get through it all.

Cempaka sighed, the tiredness that whack the body carried him drifting in a heavy drowsiness. Cempaka closed his eyes, the intention of the heart just did not want to care about the voices coming from the back seat. But, in fact, he was asleep.

"Mrs! We've arrived." Arjun, the assistant wakes Cempaka from his sleep after getting an order from the master.

The girl moaned, moving slowly away from the glass door. His eyes narrowed in accordance with the sunlight that was so stinging. Cempaka widened to see a magnificent building that deserves to be called a palace. Arjun silently smiled, remembering someone who had helped him the other day.

"Am I going to stay here?" tanyanya could not believe it.

"Yes, Madam. Here you will stay, but I apologize .. Maybe the palace will not be as sweet as it looks. I'm told, if in the presence of their families then you have to pretend to be my wife." Arjun told him carefully.

Pupil Cempaka widened to hear that, cruel as hell, but he could what? Can only sigh in order to reduce the burden that is piled on his shoulders.

"It's okay. I know who I am?" Cempaka looked up, smiling at the man in front of him.

Arjun's heartbeat raced like never before. She was the girl, the girl he was looking for.

"I Cempaka. Just call it that when we're just the two of you. Want to be my friend?" Cempaka stuck out his hand, his smile embedded sweet and what it is.

"Arjuna. You can call me Juna or Arjun." He returned Cempaka's handshake, trying to suppress the feeling in his heart.

"To be able to act well, we just have to be friends, right? I hope you don't mind when I look for a shoulder to lean on" Cempaka pinta said as she took off their handshake.

Arjun just smiled, he would never refuse. It won't!

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