ENSNARING THE LOVE OF AN EX-FIANCE

Citra Make It..

"Mas, the watch fits well in your hand." Sasti said one morning as they were on their way.

Since the honeymoon, now every Arnaf left for the office always take Sasti first to the store. Fortunately, the shop's path was in line with the one leading to Arnaf's office, so Arnaf easily picked up Sasti every day. Unless there is a meeting or something else, Sasti just take an Ojek or taxi. Actually in the house there are cars and motorcycles, only Sasti is reluctant to use them. Especially in the city, the flow of vehicles is so crowded, so he is lazy to bring his own vehicle.

"Yes, who's choice." Said Arnaf while glancing at the circular watch.

"Good watch out loh."

"OK okay." Actually Arnaf knew what Sasti had done to the watch. Maybe this is how Sasti keeps what already belongs to him. And Arnaf is aware of that. Sasti may have been very hard hit and heavy when it came to removing Arnaf. And Arnaf has promised to fix everything. He also did not want to lose Sasti for the second time.

It didn't take long, now they stopped in front of the Shop. Sasti immediately came down after saying goodbye and kissed the back of her husband's hand. And Arnaf immediately launched his car into the office.

The morning atmosphere in the office looks very busy. All seem to focus on their respective tasks according to their fields. Even there are also some artists who did take part in the television program in the company Arnaf.

The man is now in his seat of power. Some file reports have also been seen piling up on the workbench.

"To, will there be a meeting today?" Ask Arnaf whose eyes can not be separated from the file he is reading.

"There's sir. There were a few, but this morning from cosmetic cancer lord Mahendra." Answer Tito.

"When?"

"In a moment, sir, I heard, they're going to launch a new product and they're going to ask our station to promote their new product"

"All right, just set the place."

"Good sir."

And Arnaf again read and check one by one the existing files. Until it did not feel the time of meeting with the company owned by Maehendra arrived.

"Sir, Mr. Mahendra has arrived at the meeting room." Tito said.

"Okay, let's go there."

After getting a nod from the assistant, Arnaf immediately headed for the meeting room in his office which was not far from his grand room.

Chequek.

Arnaf opened the door and soon he came in. As Arnaf was about to greet Mr. Mahendra, his eyes squinted. A female figure in the past is seen sitting next to Mr. Mahendra. The woman smiled sweetly but not with Arnaf. He disregarded.

Arnaf's heart felt bad for a moment. From behind the smile that the woman was smiling, Arnaf already felt that there would definitely be something else he planned.

"Good morning Mr. Arnaf Arsyadi." said Mr. Mahendra. He got up and shook Arnaf's hand.

"Good morning also Mr. Mahendra" replied Arnaf with a forced smile as his heart was still suspicious of the presence of the woman who kept staring at him.

"Oh yes, I know Mr. Arnaf. My wife, Citra." Mahendra and he told Citra to shake hands with Arnaf. Of course Citra was happy to welcome him. But unlike Arnaf who actually did not want to meet the woman again.

When their hands are interlocked, the image finger deliberately tickles Arnaf's palm as if it would code and of course Arnaf immediately pulled it.

"Please sit Mr. Mahendara" said Arnaf. He was right trying to avoid the gaze of Citra who never stopped looking at him.

After they sat down and had a little stale talk, they now entered into an important conversation about the cooperation they were going to do. A little debate took place between them but the debate was peaceful and marked officially they worked together.

Before they signed a contract of cooperation and disbanded, Mr. Mahendra asked permission to tolilet, while Tito also came out for preparing the files for the next meeting.

Now live Arnaf and Citra in the same room.

Arnaf's eyes remained focused staring at the laptop screen in front of him, but in contrast to Citra, he looked hungry at himself arnaf.

Anraf, now more handsome and though his body was covered with jass clothes, did not cover how beautiful the body hidden behind the jass was.

"Well, I'm so happy." Arnaf answered without changing his view. The image laughed crisply.

"Don't you miss me?"

"Currently, there is something more interesting and more awkward at home."

"Masa? Didn't you adore me so much? Sure you want to reject the beauty you once wanted to taste?"

"Sad, I'm lucky I didn't touch you."

"Ahhaha, don't be a hypocrite, I know you're not happy with your marriage."

"Hahha, you're wrong, I'm so happy and so in love with my wife."

"Of Naf, do we have to be like this? We can restart our relationship. We can be equally satisfying to each other, without them knowing."

"Sorry, you're wrong lady. Isn't Mr. Mahendra enough to satisfy you."

"Flame, he's impotent, unsatisfactory. I even sometimes maen the same security guard, the kebonist and the driver. Mahendra suck."

"So besides money, what is your purpose in being his wife?"

"To be able to stick with you again."

"Currently low."

Slowly Citra bagkit from her seat. He walked around the table and stopped right next to the chair that Arnaf was sitting on.

Arnaf only glanced at him at a glance and he closed his laptop and was about to stand but his shoulder was held by Citra's hand.

"Surge..!!" arnaf said to hold Citra's hand.

"Why? scared?" Ask Citra with her very seductive style. His skirt he lifted next door until it looked something slippery there. Arnaf just mendngus and flips the body intend to go however

Greep.

"Release Image.!! Don't be so rude." Arnaf said irate and his hands immediately in action to release the hands of women wrapped around his body but Citra hugged him too tight until he had a little trouble.

"I miss you, baby."

"Sobbly me, take off..!!" windy Arnaf.

The image instead of releasing a hug but his hand even clutched the shirt attached to Arnaf's body and with all his might. The image draws both the edges of the Arnaf shirt and

Brah..

A few buttons of Arnaf's shirt came off and of course the shirt was exposed.

"Fuck you Cit, what are you doing HAh.!!"

Arnaf immediately turned and pushed the body Citra but with nimble image pulled Arnaf's hand and simultaneously they fell down with Arnaf's position on Citra's body and at the same time, the door of the room was open.

"What are you doing... !" A loud voice sounded from the direction of the door.

Arnaf and Citra turned their heads, mister Mahendra staring intently at them.

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