Forced to Marry Duda

Two stupid people

The metallic white Fortuner carrying Digo and Arumi entered a courtyard with a tall gate made of iron similar to the Harry Potter films. But the difference is, this gate is controlled by a machine that can automatically open and close itself. Not from magic that relies on wooden sticks and chanting magical spells.

Arumi who was originally still sleeping soundly, immediately woke up. Dodging his dripping drool at the tip of his lips then wiping his eyes that were still half sleepy.

"Where are we?" he asked curiously to Digo who was sitting casually next to him.

"Home." Answer Digo flat as flat as a home plywood board.

Arumi swept a glance out the car window. My Digo boongin, nih. Udah know this resort, see noh the park is really cute, let alone a beautiful stretch of sea that spoils the eyes spread wide not far from here. I even already can smell the fragrant sea water that sometimes makes my head senewen if later ride the ferry nyebrangin island. Arumi continued to monologue in his heart.

His eyes were unceasingly looking at the scene before him. He gasped, gasped, and was amazed at what was in front of him.

A white smoky road with on the left right there is a stretch of green grassland planted with various colorful flowers. Not to mention, there are tall, lush trees just below which are placed chairs that are usually for campers. There are also toys that are commonly found in Kindergarten, rich swings, jabs, and friends. Arumi clearly thinks that he is currently in a resort instead of home. Yes, there is a house that has a yard as big as a golf course like this. Do you think I married the son of the sultan of Brunei?

"Why silence? Can't believe this is my house?" Digo saw the look on Arumi's face which, if it means anything, is a guy.

"Obviously I don't believe it. It's it's more like a resort or a hotel. It can't be home. The page is this big. Even if there is a house with a large yard of rich gini, it must only belong to the arab king or the sultan of Brunei." With complete confidence Arumi said. He was convinced by his belief that Digo again did not have a house with a yard as big as a golf course.

If only, Arumi the man might have Digo sent out and invited him to gelud in the middle of the beautiful green meadow.

Digo could only take a long breath. Rubbing a rough face and for a moment thinking. What looks rich I don't deserve to have a house like this? Ampe bini I don't believe this is my home. Pake everything that can buy a rich house gini only the Arab king of the sultan of Brunei. I really want the power I buy all over the country so that my white mouth can be diem.

"This is the young master's house, miss." Just now Digo's mouth was gaping to say. Mr. Ketut is representing. Arrogantly, Digo corrected his sitting position. Grateful in a situation like this there are people who believe that he is a thin man twisting the twists.

With pride Mr. Ketut told how rich Digo is to Arumi. Not to forget, he also added flavoring spices so that Arumi was amazed and very grateful to have a husband like Digo.

"This house was purchased from the hard work of Digo himself. Starting from his work as a seller of kw bandung bags on campus, continued to switch to a slightly more premium bag despite still kw, until Mr. Digo became a property businessman and a diplomatic. All he collected and the result became a house with a yard the size of this golf course."

Nging...

Arumi's kuping is buzzing. The Blitz... The Blitz... The blitz suddenly caught a white light in front of his eyes. Arumi was silent a thousand languages, dumbfounded and stuck with the explanation of Mr. Ketut.

"Keep." Mr. Ketut continues the story. The car stopped right in the main yard. But like Arumi was unaware and still swept away in his own world. "Mister Digo's saving is a lot. Especially now that he holds Uparengga group has been ascertained how many rupiah coffers that flow every second into his personal account."

"But..." Suddenly Mr. Ketut paused his words. Arumi's head turned to look at Mr. Ketut with a plain face, beggo, adjacent bego. "Even though the tajir money will not abis seven derivatives of ten climbs, yes life Mr. Digo mediocre. Not because it's stingy, but that's how it is. The young master, prefers to donate his money to the poor who lack the cost of living. He even has fifteen free schools scattered in remote villages in Indonesia that have not been touched by the Indonesian government itself. Not to mention..." Sir's words were cut off. Arumi could not stand it anymore, and immediately extended his hand in front of Mr. Ketut's face. He told the man to shut up and give him time to think.

"Stop." Said. Then lower your head again and think hard.

"I know, Digo's rich. But crazy rich isn't possible."

Digo's throat choked hearing Arumi's speech. Again, he could only sigh while stroking his chest. Patience... Patience...

The car door opened and the conversation closed. Rather than the story that Mr. Ketut told mean nothing to Arumi. Digo better show the evidence himself.

The two of them stood in front of two high-rise buildings facing each other. Almost the entire building is made of glass. The milk-white concrete wall looks so fused with the roof of the building protruding forward black. The two buildings squeezed a row of stairs that resembled a hallway. The small elongated hallway is the entrance access to the two houses.

So we're behind the house? Batin Arumi.

Arumi walked in Digo's footsteps down one by one of the stairs. Passing the path like a hallway with a long dark brown wooden floor. They arrived at the end. Arumi's eyes immediately caught a swimming pool that fused with the open ocean in front of him. He was amazed for the umpteenth time, staring alternately at Digo and the pool that fused with the open ocean in front of him.

Before long, five servants appeared from inside the house. They lined up and bowed their bodies welcoming the arrival of Digo and Arumi. Greeting Arumi simultaneously like an extracurricular choir of Junior High School children.

"Welcome home, Miss Arumi."

Arumi was surprised not to play. He blinked his eyes quickly gawking at the line of servants who were all beautiful women.

Is there not enough evidence that I am rich? Digo kept watching Arumi's face. He impatiently wanted to hear Arumi's praise to him. I swear, somehow today Digo thirsts for praise because of his wealth. Whereas from a long time ago, he hated people who praised him for his wealth and regarded them as two-faced sycophants. Hypocritical.

Putting his hands into his trousers, Digo asked Arumi in a tone that sounded so haughty and arrogant.

"Well, you still can't believe I'm rich and have this house?"

Arumi turned her head. Down his eyebrows and said with his innocence.

"Geez Digo really impressed me. Sampe willingly rent a resort as luxurious as this and make these services your servant.' Smile with a face made to look sweet.

"But it's okay that you're not as rich as the Arab king or the prince of Brunei. I will accept you as you are. You don't have to rent this resort and admit that this is your home. No need for Digo. I live in a simple house so."

Inner Digo thrashing hard. Anxious, annoyed, furious. I really want it to feel like he is making Arumi gelud in the middle of the field.

"ARUMI, THIS IS REALLY MY HOUSE. WHY NOT BELIEVE IT? MY RICH-LOOKING MOTHER, IT'S NOT SUITABLE TO HAVE THIS SEGEDE HOUSE?"

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