A Wife's Heart

CHAPTER 29

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Martin and Irma were getting ready to leave. Ferdi, Martin's personal assistant, has reported that the pilots who will fly their private jets are ready to depart.

Reza escorted both of their parents to the front door. As Martin decreed, they had to leave to fulfill the wedding invitation of one of his business associates held at the family-owned hotel of the bride's party.

"Remember Za, take good care of Lira. After the business is done, mommy is just as willing to vacation first, so it will likely be a long time there." Martin said after saying goodbye to the newlyweds.

Reza was very happy to hear his father's words. This time the plan will go smoothly without anyone bothering. A mysterious smile instantly rose on his handsome face.

"Papa mama calm down. Reza will definitely take care of Lira very well. Is that right, baby?" Reza immediately embraced Lira's shoulder while squeezing it firmly.

Lira forced her smile to endure the pain. "Yes ma, pa. Lira must be fine."

"Papa's sure, you can take care of Lira." Martin patted Reza on the shoulder slowly, then boarded his car. Irma, who had gotten into the car earlier, continued to wave at Reza and Lira.

The luxury car continued to drive slowly out of the yard until it was invisible. Reza released his embrace while rubbing the disgust of his hands and clothes that had come into contact with Lira's body.

Despite being used to Reza's disgusted attitude, Lira still felt pain. Is it as dirty and dirty as he is? The lira held back her already condensed tears wanting to spill.

"Let's go in! At papa's request, we'll attend the party." Reza said with a sharp look.

Reza rushed towards his room, leaving Lira still staring at the door. Lira immediately goes into Mirna's room to prepare herself before Reza becomes enraged at her.

Inside the room, Lira was confused. She doesn't have a party dress to wear. Because until now, Lira had never bought a party dress. The only decent clothes he had were the gamis Bela gave him, he had also worn several times. Lira wants to wear the robe, but she's afraid Reza will be mad at her.

Before long there was a sound of knocking on the door that was quite loud, of course the culprit was Reza. There's no way Mirna's gonna bang on her door that hard, not that strong, ' thought Lira.

"Woy! Village girl, game. The party's not waiting for us to start." Shouted Reza annoyed from behind the door.

No choice, Lira was forced to immediately wear her mainstay robe and hijab in a hurry. His face was only polished with a thin powder and a little lip color lipstick so as not to look pale. Lira looked at her reflection in the mirror, feeling insecure about her current appearance. Lira grabbed a small sling bag giving Irma black with Gucci brand. The luxurious bag was attached to his shoulder.

Lira came out of the room with a feeling of fear. Reza who had been waiting for him in the living room immediately got up. He saw the Lira's appearance from top to bottom, then he smiled mockingly.

"The village base." Inner Reza.

Lira walked slowly towards Reza while continuing to squeeze her hand. "Sorry, you've been waiting a long time." His words lowered without daring to look at Reza's face.

Without them knowing, tonight they are wearing matching colors. Reza uses a long batik slim fit in mint green with a shadow puppet motif dominating the buttons. Reza looks so perfect and handsome.

"Did you not have any other clothes? It looks so cheap and squalid. You want to embarrass me on purpose, huh? Hit it with a high tone.

"Sorry sir, I haven't had time to buy a party dress." Lira bit her lips holding back a cry.

The lira follows Reza's long steps. He got into the car and sat in the passenger seat. Lira is self-aware, Reza doesn't want to get close to her. Reza saw Lira sitting in the passenger seat directly on board.

"Well, you're sitting in the back? You think I'm your driver?" His face while hardening his jaw.

Lira jumped in shock. "Sorry sir, I don't think you want to be close to me." Lira immediately moved to sit in front near Reza.

Reza saw Lira had not put her seatbelt directly back inflamed. "Can you do it one day not make me angry?"

Lira immediately turned her head, looking at Reza with a confused face. "Sorry sir?"

"Pair the seatbelt. The village." Aspersion.

The lira was confused, not knowing how to install the seatbelt. All this time, he just rode in the car without knowing how to attach the object in the form of a seat belt. Reza clucked irritatedly at the innocent look of Lira's village. He then approached the Lira who was still busy pulling the belt and confused where to install it. Reza directly attached the seatbelt to the tiny body of the Lira with a rough finish. Again the Lira was surprised, because their position was very close. The lira can easily smell the masculine perfume on Reza's body.

"So people, don't miss the village. Just don't understand." Reza Cibir.

Lira chooses to keep silent not intending to retaliate. Her heart was tired of the curses, scorn, and insults that came out of her husband's mouth. The lira overlooks the windows, enjoying the nightly atmosphere of the capital city packed with private vehicles.

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After traveling for about 1 hour, they finally arrived in front of the five-star luxury hotel. Reza again approached Lira to release the seatbelt still attached to her body. Before getting out of the car, Reza had threatened Lira so as not to embarrass her. If necessary, they will act as strangers who do not know each other.

Reza deliberately asked Lira to enter first on the grounds, he would contact his friend who was waiting for him inside. Lira innocently agreed, without knowing Reza's real plan. After the Lira got out of the car, Reza immediately sprayed anti-germ liquid on the chair used to sit Lira. Reza deliberately did that so as not to be exposed to germs attached to the body of the Lira.

The lira entered the hotel with mixed feelings, between confusion, fear, and inferiority. Lira trust immediately decreased dramatically when it saw almost all invited guests who entered the average perform with their luxurious style.

The lira stepped slowly into the hotel. However, just before the entrance, the Lira was already blocked by the guards who were in charge of checking all the invited guests who came. In addition to asking for proof of invitation, they also ask for proof of identity, as is done with other guests. This is done to prevent intruders from entering and messing up the party.

The lira became confused, not knowing what to do. Reza is not coming. "Sorry sir, I didn't bring an invitation like you meant. Because the invitation is the same as my husband." Obviously Lira to those guards.

"I'm sorry, we had to not let you in. Because you could be a con man in disguise." Replied one of the guards with a mocking smile seeing the appearance of Lira who looked much different from the other guests.

"But I'm not lying, sir. I am not a fraud. I came here with my husband, his name is Reza Mahardika Martin." The lira was forced to acknowledge her status in front of the guards.

"But you must not enter and must not claim to be Mr. Martin's son-in-law." Snapped one of the sangar faces.

Shortly thereafter Reza came up with his haughty style. He smiled satisfied to see Lira humiliated in front of the invited guests who were about to enter the hotel. The lira saw Reza being nearby instantly feeling pleased.

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