CEO JEWELRY'S MATCHMAKING

BULLSHIT

Dery has just walked out of the VIP room of Franks Bar leaving Leon busy flirting with his comfort woman.

On arrival outside he met a woman who did not want to see him on this earth. The woman was sitting and enjoying a drink in her hand. Intentionally waiting for someone.

Dery kept his feet up hoping that the woman was unaware of his presence.But unfortunately that hope was lost when Shinta turned to him while getting up from sitting walking stopping Dery from her steps.

"Dery, can I talk to you for a second."

Dery's steps stopped but let's not look just look at what seemed reluctant and Shinta understood it.

"Dery why you always avoid me. Why are you doing this to me. Do you hate me so much. Why is it so hard to meet you."

Questions that have long settled in the heart of this woman finally succeeded in uttering

Dery's body was like being hit by a lava flow when she heard him speak her hands clenched

resisting growling.

"I'm sorry I don't like any stranger suddenly bothering me, let the past pass. You're not gonna bring it up again."

A stranger! Hemh

Shinta was standing where she stood. He knew the meaning of the sentence that already represented everything that their relationship was over.

"All right, I understand. Other times I won't bother you anymore." Shinta resigned tears that can no longer be weaved even dripped on his cheeks.

"Shinta I don't want to interfere with your engagement plans. May you be happy with her. Take good care of yourself." After putting out this sentence Dery continued his steps. Like nothing ever happened between them.

Shinta was still silent and sculpting while looking at Dery's back in the distance.

While Dery was walking towards the parking lot of his car, when in the middle of the road he passed Dika, walking in opposite directions with him. Let alone exchanging greetings, meeting eyes also seems reluctant. Like not knowing each other.

Dery finally arrived in his car. I don't know what in mind this time he drove his car to the hotel in the middle of the city owned by his father.

"Young master." The security guards at the hotel bowed as they saw Dery get off his car right in front of the main entrance.

''Keep my car."

"Your young master."

Dery walked again into the Hotel, the Receptions on guard were a little surprised when he saw it coming.

"Young master." He was polite while bowing his head

Dery just smiled as he continued to walk into the elevator door that was already open, when the door was closed he pressed the 30 button, the top floor in this hotel. The elevator stopped at his destination and he walked to his room.

Upon arrival Dery opens the door, releasing the Navy Jass still attached to his body, putting it on the couch. Take a canned drink in the refrigerator, walk to the balcony terrace and then stand still outside isana. His gaze was blank, his mind was raging.

Now I realize love is an act. Beautiful words and writing are nonsense

Dery took a deep breath of the night air there, then sipped a few canned drinks while looking at the rows of lights from other tall buildings and small buildings in the middle of the night city.

****

Meanwhile, Arya carried his wife's body behind her back down the stairs from the top of Bukit Bintang to Icha house under the hill.

Arya almost fell into the abyss because his wife suddenly fell asleep behind his warm back.

"My wife, are you asleep?"

Silent

He could sleep at a time like this. Very inconvenient.

A few moments later he arrived at the door of Icha's house and took off his shoes. It just so happened that his wife's best friend was waiting while sitting on the porch chair. Icha was shocked to see Yesa sleeping behind her husband's back.

Without waiting long Icha led him to the guest room. Arya followed him from behind. Upon arrival Icha opened the door allowing his guests to enter. Arya went into the room and laid her body slowly on the bed and took off her shoes. Arya was shocked when she saw a bit of blood coming out of his wife's already chafed ankle.

"Basic Stupid. How can you hold it. Though this wound looks sick and sore."

Arya walks out of the room to Icha, who is seriously watching the latest crime news on TV.

"Icha, do you have P3K."

"Wait a minute."

Arya nodded, then sat on the chair looking towards the tv.

"Minah Bik!" Icha calling

"Yes Non." Sahut Bik Minah walked closer. "What do you need?"

"Please get me the box P3K dong above."

"Non Good." Bik Minah immediately walked upstairs up the stairs because she wanted to take P3K

While waiting for Bik Minah, Icha saw Arya who was still sitting while watching the criminal news on the glass screen. This was the first time the man had ever watched TV.

"Currently, it turns out that there are still people who solve personal problems with physical violence. It's so funny." Arya said coldly his gaze could not be separated from the glass screen there

Is he talking to me

Icha gawking, the pregnant woman

directly observe Arya from top to bottom. Wow, he's very charismatic. I respect her so much Icha said in my heart.

A few moments later

"It's Non" Minah handed me her P3K box.

"Thank you, Bik."

"Together Non." Sahut Bik Minah

turning the body leaving Icha.

"It's take it." Icha immediately handed A P3k box to Arya "Are you hurt?"

Arya smiled as she grabbed him and stood up

from sitting." Not me, but my wife."

"Yesa! Why is he hurt?" Icha's expression looked anxious as she asked.

"My wife's ankles are scuffed."

"Missed? Is the wound bad? How's it going now? " Icha wondered again, still anxious

"Does anyone feel okay when he's hurt? If you understand it. Then don't ask me that." Arya spoke in a cold voice that pierced the heart until it made Icha speechless.

Oh God. I just saw Laser coming out of his eyes.

"good. I'm sorry." Icha replied in a soft tone

"I'll go back to my room and heal my wife's wounds and thank you for the cure."

Icha nodded "Yes equally."

Arya walked towards the guest room, while

Icha shook her head.

"Yes God. The longer his attitude surprised me." Icha said while looking at Arya's back from a distance.

Upon arrival in the room, Arya treated the wound on his wife's ankle slowly. He cleaned his wound using a cotton swab that had been given a little cleaning fluid. After that, he smeared the wound medicine

then cover it with plaster.

The girl was still asleep in a dream like her. Until it was realized that her husband had removed the jacket that was still stuck in his body. Arya lay down beside her wife. Pulling the blanket, not forgetting he kissed his wife's forehead and hugged her until she fell asleep in her dreams.