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Promo to Marry a Galak Widower!

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excerpt from chapter 1

　

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“Honored Ladies and gentlemen, now let us welcome the arrival of the Director as well as the owner of our company ... Mr. Edgar Adiswara, with his beloved wife Mother Eliana Adiswara, who has accompanied Mr. Edgar with love and affection, until Mr. Edgar was able to stand up to this point” the whole audience stood, he said, to welcome our arrival, there was a boisterous sound of applause that was deafening to my ears. My husband clasped my hand tightly, as if he didn't want to part from me. We walked to the podium.

“Good day .. happy audience, introduce me Edgar Adiswara, and she is my wife, as well as the Mother of my – children,” The man looked at my face with a knotty smile, and, then look back at the audience in front of us.

“Yah .. You must already know, if the woman beside me, is a very beautiful woman, in addition to having a beautiful face, my wife is also a wife who is good at everything, she said, especially good at making her husband happy, which hopefully for the future, this wife will also be good at accompanying me to lead this company to be better..” the applause is getting thunderous, and the, sometimes I hear their whispers.

‘Yes, Mr. Edgar's wife is very beautiful yaa ..’

‘Definitely fun to be the wife of a company’ owner

‘Waaahhh .. romantic beut, I baper ..’

‘Sir Edgar, I will be the second’

‘Pantes in babe, beautiful still young again ..’

‘Halah ... beautiful whatan, people she is so pug, if not rebonding first, her hair is curly, wkwkwkwk’

And blah blah blah ... that's the human mouth, always hard on the brake if it's about other human beings. But, not everyone is like that, I'm sure, if in the other hemisphere, there are still billions of good people, who can still control their mouths.

“Heh ... let's smile!” her jolt while clutching my hand tightly.

“Aaaaaaa .. I also understand! Hhii hhii hhii ..” slightly jolted, I also returned the grip of his hand. While trying to curl my lips, trying to smile at the forced.

“Be careful if you make a shame at this event” he said again, while continuing to smile falsely in front of the media, and in front of guests who attended the event this afternoon. The event that has been assembled in such a way, for the sake of establishing relations between the company owners and business partners who have been participating in advancing the company.

“Huh ... That's all you say! You don't have to worry about that to me! I've been practicing from last night!” I said, with a stifled voice.

“Ahhaa .. haha .. haha ..” she keeps laughing in front of everyone, but really no one knows, actually how cruel and fierce my husband is when at home.

I had to undergo this fake marriage, all because of the events of a few months ago, which trapped me in this marriage that I did not like.

If I recall everything, then I want to scratch the face of this old man holding my hand. It feels so shitty.

“Aaaaaa .. pain!” his screams arrived, slightly restrained, he clenched his teeth.

“Ah, sorry .. I accidentally” I said while releasing a hand that I had unconsciously squeezed tightly with a very strong grip.

‘sucks!’

Every day only this activity that I do, ha ha hi hi in front of many people, I was forced to keep smiling even though reluctant.

‘Mother ... why do I have to follow your wishes, to marry this old man, who is so fierce ... I tormented Mother ..’

“Mother Eliana, can you smile? Father and Mother will be photographed for publication in the newspaper” a journalist interrupted us. So that I could embrace my husband's waist, while smiling as sincerely and as romantic as possible, meanwhile, my husband did the same, holding my waist and then smiling at the forced.

“Be careful, if you take this chance from me! You have to pay the right price, because you have held my waist” whispered slowly, and restrained.

“Whhaattt?? Shouldn't I be the one to say all that?”

“Haha haha .. thank you everyone, thank you for all the support and anticipation for today, thank you ... thanks ... “ he said with a smile, then bowed his body, and, I want to follow his movements.

“Don't forget, tonight you and the kids have a karate training schedule!” whispered before boarding his car, after we were in the parking lot.

“Don't argue, and don't ever try to fight me!” remembering again.

I looked away, watching the speed of the car until it disappeared united with other vehicles.

“Huuuhhh ..” I took a deep breath, today's event really makes me very tired. Not to mention the clothes and heels I was wearing really tortured me.

I slowly opened next to my heels,

“Gosh ... What really happened? Why should I be stuck with a political marriage like this?” rutukla.

“Hey ... You doomed again?” the voice of a man from behind me made me look, I smiled

“Aldo?” I smiled at him.

“Waahhh .. The Madam should go home soon and study for tomorrow's meeting, because tomorrow is the meeting of Mr. Edgar with some of his business partners from abroad” he said with a mischievous smile.

“Whhaaattt??? Any more??? How long will this all end? Why does the old man always have to involve me in his strange affairs??” I almost cried for him, imagined tomorrow there will be millions of pairs of eyes, which will continue to pay attention to my movements, because everything my husband does will not escape the media spotlight, he said, some of them will blabber at my shortcomings, and some will flatter and adore my praise. I really don't like it.

“Mari Madam we go home ..” take Aldo then,

Aldo was my husband's personal assistant, my age and Aldo are almost the same, only a few years apart, often Aldo was assigned to take me by my husband, my husband, because we often went home separated when the series of events had finished, I went home to continue the torture, and my fierce husband would attend the next event. Yeah .. That's our life. Full of settings. Looks friendly when in public, but always never get along when at home.

It's just right, if some couples who marry because they love each other will have difficulty in uniting opinions, let alone me? Married for necessity. Not a biological need, or a material need. But the role needs each other. Moreover, our differences of opinion were supported by a considerable age distance, I was twenty-five years old, and my fierce husband was forty-one years old.

Hhuuhhh .. all this started from a few months ago ...

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well, that's a snippet of chapter one yaaa... hopefully readers entertained. please immediately search MARRY DUDA GALAK, or click my profile, and readers will all find my latest work.

　

　

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