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Contract Marriage

"What's this?" Nara glanced at the pile of files on the table that Arion was facing.

Nara just finished putting Edsel to sleep after a fussy day. In front of the television Arion had been waiting for him ever since.

While staying at Ruth's house last night, Edsel had a fever. Maybe because I don't feel like a new atmosphere. Fortunately it was not sustainable, as Ruth quickly took action. Compress and provide heat-lowering syrup for babies.

Nara feels guilty if she is not sick. Edsel was allowed to sleep in the place of others.

"Data that must be filled in to complete the marriage submission letters."

Nara grabbed some papers, read them carefully.

"We're just a contract marriage? why use the original population data?"

Contract marriages do not require original documents. Usually they use false data such as false marriage guardians, fake parents, or false witnesses.

"Edsel's work has been too complicated, I don't want the edges of false data to be back in the problem."

Arion is quite alert in the face of things that are likely to happen up front. Falsity of documents could be a big problem in Edsel's custody affairs later.

"That means our marriage is officially Mister, and will it be written in the country???"

Actually no loss, in marrying this handsome man even though sometimes annoying and stubborn. It's just, it's a marriage he doesn't want. If only love without being loved is not a smooth path that must be taken.

"Of course, tomorrow we meet your mother in custody. I'll ask her for her blessing." Arion offers a balpoin to Nara so that the woman completes the file immediately.

"Do you also think you will hold a wedding??"

Arion's antlers are getting crazier and incomprehensible to Nara. So great was the sacrifice for Edsel. Is she even willing to marry a woman she doesn't love at all?

"Yes, even with a little party. I'll invite some working relations from a subsidiary of High Class Corp."

Arion casually expressed all the plans that he seemed to have arranged himself neatly.

"Yes God. This must be crazy. You're crazier than me." Nara ruffled her already messy hair. He even forgot the last time he went to the salon to indulge.

Her hair was already rough with split ends. Hair color that has faded and dull that roast lela. Since taking care of Edsel he hardly had time to go to the salon. He never even met his friends again.

"Don't be too serious. It's just a contract marriage." Arion leaned against the back of the sofa, crossing his legs while looking at Nara.

"When does the contract end?? A year? two years? then we'll go back to the divorce papers? court in court? The scribble is already my good name, with the lebel widow that I get later."

The contents of Nara's head almost exploded thinking about her gloomy future. Yes, because it is destined to meet and get caught up in the selfishness of an Arion Abhivandya.

"If so, there is no need for divorce. The marriage contract is extended again." Both of Arion's eyebrows shot up as if they were testing Nara's patience.

"I don't understand your way of thinking, Mister. How do you willingly marry a woman you don't love just because of a baby who's nobody."

Nonsense with reason frills redeeming massalu. Now that it has nothing to do, the matter of sin should be Arion's own responsibility. Please regret the rest of your life for abandoning your biological child. But not Nara who was the victim.

"Well, who is the guy you like?? Me right?? lucky dong you I quickly married." Arion got up from his seat, went to the kitchen and started making coffee. The atmosphere of debate with Nara will be more exciting if there is coffee that accompanies.

"When did I say I like you?"

"Don't pretend, I know what you've been up to with Dr. Intan." Arion held his smile there.

While Nara was flabbergasted with her heart rate that instantly stopped.

"Dead me!!!"

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Arion sends the command to Kevin over a phone call. While he was quite enjoying a star-studded night on the balcony of the apartment.

With a half-toed step, Nara approached Arion on the balcony.

"You mustn't be big-headed because of that untrue guess."

Intentionally, Nara wants to clarify about the allegations that she likes Arion. It does. But there was no way Nara would admit that so bluntly. Want to put where the shame is.

Arion glanced at the woman who was standing not far from her seat. Nara's face was straight ahead, trying to avoid Arion's gaze.

"So that's not true? You don't like me??" Arion then stood up, and leaned his body on the iron trellis of the edge of the balcony to align with Nara.

Nara shifted a little, keeping her distance so that the scent of her perfume did not sting Arion's sense of smell.

"No! you are the one who is too confident. When I was with Dr. Intan I talked you with Syera. Not to discuss my feelings with you."

Don't try to act stupid in front of the perfect, because he is very good at trapping.

"Dearly enough. Am I less handsome? There is no one who is not in love with Arion" he said arrogantly.

Not to be expected, other than stubborn and selfish. Arion actually has the level of god-level narcissistic.

"Your shortcomings are many, Mister. Intolerant, selfish, arrogant, idealistic pretender and.... "

Unknowingly Nara had lost the brakes while expressing all the attitudes she hated from her superiors. All this time, he tried to hide deeply.

"....and what???" Arion gave a sharp look at Nara. The girl slowly backed away.

"Sucks."

"Then what else... "

Arion continued to scrape the distance until Nara was cornered to the wall.

"You're also a Mesum."

His chest rippled violently, as Arion caged his body with both hands on the side and right. Nara's getting less and less warty. Trying to catch his breath and squeeze his fingers. His face grew increasingly clumsy as Arion showered the gaze with a cold aura.

"You want to know how big my level of intimacy is to a woman??" Arion tilted his head, Nara stuck to the suddenly dry esophagus.

He glanced at Arion's sexy jakun who was moving up and down, he also felt warm as his breath greeted the nape. Still with the same aroma, fresh Mint gushed from the side of Arion's lips.

"Eh, Mister."

Nara's palms were raised to hold Arion's chest, which was becoming increasingly distant from her. His nape immediately brushed, his blood boiling to the crown.

BRAAKK!!

Nara pushed Arion's body firmly until his back hit the chair. Arion complained for enduring the pain.

"Nara!!! "

Hatcciih!!

Hatciihh!!!

Arion could not hold back Nara who chose to flee to the room. Can not also curse, because it is disturbed by repeated sneezing.

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