Forced to Marry Duda

Decisions

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it's hard for Arumi to decide. Although in his hand he was now clutched with a paper bearing Digo's phone number, the only person who could help him out of the problem. His mind was still in doubt, due to the ridiculous and insane terms Digo had given him.

Marriage is not a game, or a business that can stop at times. He wanted the marriage he did to be first and last. Despite the fact that Digo promised not to leave Arumi unless Arumi herself tarnished their marriage. Still for Arumi, Digo is still a foreign man who he can not believe just like that.

Forward backwards Arumi wants to do or not. The phone handle in his lift, then he put it back because he was worried. Hearts disturbed. The choices in his life are difficult.

Oh my God, what should I choose? If I call that guy, I don't want to be ready to be his bin. I'm not ready for a young wedding, especially for a guy I don't love.

Ting...

A short message came in on his phone. Arumi revealed that it turned out to be from Leon the ex-lover. Arumi was a little confused, because the article he did not tell Leon his new number while in Amsterdam. It might be the HRD of his company that has given his new number to Leon or the others.

The message is opened, a photo shows Leon sitting alone at the oversize table that was once occupied by Arumi. There is a message embedded in the photo that says I will slightly decorate this room. It feels really stuffy, especially if Bianca comes to visit me.

Arumi's hands clenched tightly. His heart was torn to pieces in pain. Without thinking any longer, he immediately picked up the phone and pressed the number button to contact Digo. His grudge and heartache for Leon had reached a high level. Because of Leon too, his father is now lying weakly in the hospital. At any rate, Arumi must avenge her heartache and reclaim hers from Leon's hands.

Long time the phone was connected, until the voice of the elderly woman at the end there greeted her with a soft and weak voice.

"Hello?"

"Hello, excuse me if this is Mr.'s residence. Digo Uparengga."

"A, aye. This is Digo's residence. Can anyone help?"

Arumi sighed for a moment. Doubtful to say, "I can talk to Mr. Digo?"

"certain. Wait a minute, let me call him. If you can tell who this is from?"

"Arumis. Arumi Maharani."

"OKAY. Just a minute."

Phone cop's away. Arumi had to wait a few minutes until the phone call came back. During that wait, Arumi's heart felt like it was beating so hard. It was like he was about to surrender himself to the most terrifying creature in the world.

"Hello miss." The soft, weak voice greeted me again. Hurriedly, Arumi who was waiting anxiously sat on the sofa got up.

"Yes, how?"

"Digo is not at home at the moment. But I'll send him a message to call you as soon as possible."

There was a sense of relief, and a bit of sadness in Arumi's heart. While exuding a smile of compulsion Arumi also said

"alright. Thanks."

"Yes, you're welcome, miss."

The call ended, limp Arumi put the telephone. He walked straight to his room. He slammed the bedroom door, locked it, and dropped himself on the bed.

Her tears fell again, she didn't even care about her sticky and smelly body from the rest of the hangover last night. Not to mention the dress he was wearing had been slightly torn because of a hasty walk when he wanted to check the rest of his savings earlier.

His heart ached and was hot. Not knowing what he was crying over, his mind had already branched out. Between thinking of the father, the photo sent by Leon, also of course Digo's offer that would be if he received instantly make his life change one hundred and eighty degrees.

The road is deadlocked, no one can help him more than he accepts Digo's request to be his wife. Thus, even though Arumi's heart aches he must try hard to be able to heal the father also reclaim his company which was taken over by Leon.

Meanwhile, Digo who had just taken care of his immigration papers arrived at the grandmother's house. He entered the house and was greeted with so much food on the table.

"Woah what's the show until grandma cooks this much?" digo asked as he walked over to the grandmother who was sitting sweetly in the dining chair waiting for him.

"none. Just wanted to celebrate something."

Digo's forehead shriveled. "Something?"

Grandma smiled shyly. His hand had deftly taken the rice and side dishes into Digo's plate.

Digo, who was drinking water, almost spewed back the water in his mouth.

"Women? You mean looking for me?"

Grandmother's head nodded in agreement.

Digo was stunned, his mind floating around trying to remember which woman the grandmother meant. Because the reason during his stay in Amsterdam, he very rarely interacted with women let alone to give his house number to the woman. It never was and is impossible.

"Who?"

"His name is Arumi Maharani. From the name it sounds like a Malay native, huh?"

Degs...

Digo's heart just stopped beating. So the woman that Grandma meant was Arumi. Either, he should be happy or tangent because who is looking for Arumi. Digo doesn't know why Arumi called so soon. There was not an hour before he brought her home. And now, the girl called and looked for herself.

Instantly, Digo's heart was piqued. Afraid that Arumi wants to decide not to accept Digo's request. Lost forever his future. Whether it should be like anything else, Digo treats his impotent disorder. Maybe forever, he'll stay like this. Can't feel what it is anymore ... Lusts.

Seeing her grandson suddenly daydreaming and putting on a sad face, Gretta nudged Digo's burly hand. Dropped the man's daydream.

"What's bothering you?"

Digo smiled. Trying to hide what is disturbing his mind now. "Nothing."

Suddenly, Digo got up from his seat, put away the plate that had contained a lot of food and poured into the room.

From inside the room, Digo shouted to the grandmother.

"Where do you keep the woman's number."

From below Greta answered while trying to hold back the laughter.

"It's on your bedside."

Digo glanced over the nightstand that the grandmother meant. There he found a piece of white paper that was deliberately tinted by a vase of flowers so as not to fly. Digo grabs it, and finds a phone number that of course he believes belongs to Arumi.

Although his heart was heavy and a little scared, Digo tried to deny it all. He took a flat-screen phone with an apple logo on the bite of his pants, then he typed one by one the numbers listed on the paper.

With a single breath, Digo clicked the call button. Sticking his cell phone on the earlobe waiting for the call to be connected and lifted.

"Hello?" The voice of such a gentle woman was heard from there. The voice was no stranger to Digo, as it was exactly like Arumi's voice.

"Hi, Arumi. It's Digo."

"Akhs... Elo, I guess who."

Suddenly he became clumsy, like being thrown back to youth when he was still ABG while in the process of PDKT with a bustle.

"Said my grandmother earlier you called me, btw what the fuck?"

For a moment on the other side, Arumi was silent. Making Digo who was standing on the window sill of the room clench his anxious hands waiting for Arumi's answer.

"Gue," finally the voice sounded. The sound that made Digo's heart pound was like it wanted to get out of there. "Gue's gone, Go."

"What mutusin, Rum?" Pretending to be calm even though his heart feels unhinged.

"Turn out your request this morning."

"Oh, yeah. So how's?"

Closing his eyes and still clenching his hands, Digo was ready to listen to Arumi's decision.

"Gue... I want to be your wife."

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