Forced to Marry Duda

EPISODE 61

Evening arrived, when Digo who had been ready on the lower floor in his gray suit Arumi was just riled up alone in the room. How not, the dress he bought at Marco's boutique looks like lingerie. Now, Arumi knows why Marco's boutique is empty of visitors, even though Mr. Ketut said that the boutique is the best in Bali. Yes, because the marketing party that can not sell goods. They force buyers to buy their products, even though their products are not suitable for use at all. Unfortunately, Arumi became one of their victims. And, despite Arumi's desperate pains to muster up the courage to be confident. Still, when he saw his reflection in the mirror he went back backwards and was not confident.

How'this? I really want to jump from the room down right now.

"Arumis. You're sleeping, aren't you?" It had been more than half an hour, Digo finally could not wait.

Inevitably, Arumi immediately grabbed her bag and walked out of the room. Down the stairs and meet Digo who was standing on his back as he chatted with his personal assistant.

"Sorry to wait a long time."

Digo's body turned around when he heard Arumi's voice. He was almost willing to see how beautiful his wife was in that super mini but pretty dress.

"You sleeping? Or fantasize in the bathroom?" To great lengths, Digo said holding back to his amazement. As soon as possible, he immediately turned his gaze away as Arumi tried to make eye contact.

"I just don't care about this dress."

"Why? This dress is great, really." Digo reflex is honest. After a few seconds, he immediately realized and then painstakingly explained the meaning of his words. "I mean, instead of you not having a dress, this dress is already good for you."

Arumi relented and just lowered her head as her hands continued to try to lower her dress to cover the bottom of her thigh.

"Let's be late." Digo realized he was so riled up to see Arumi dressed sexy like this. But it can not be denied also, when walking out of the house his face met red so happy.

On the front page, it turns out that Mr. Ketut has been waiting with a shirt that is so neat. The middle-aged man didn't wear the suit Digo or Ken wore. He only wears a black suit and a Balinese headband.

"Sir Ketut is coming?" Because it is not usually Mr. Ketut join together to the formal event that both attended. Even when married, Arumi did not see Mr. Ketut present at all.

"Yes, Ken's in front of us later."

"Tumben, why didn't Ken just bring the car?"

"He has a job."

"What job should I do to separate cars? Important, huh?"

Digo is getting pissed. For some reason, Arumi could be this chatty.

"Have come in, you're as noisy as a cockroach." Walk arrogantly into the car.

Arumi was stunned until she opened her mouth. Now it feels, he wants to hit Digo to vent his anger.

"Slide. Your body is huge, anyway." Digo's burly arms nudged Arumi's shoulders, asking the woman to shift her sitting position.

Clearly from Digo's speech the man had mistakenly said that Arumi had a large body.

"What did you say? So you mean I'm that fat, huh?"

This brash mouth feels like it's very eager for Digo scissors. Of the many sentences why he even said the most sensitive thing in the world for a woman. If this, he told his mother that the woman would definitely be more angry and angry than Arumi.

"Java?" Hit Digo's burly arm with a grudge. "So you mean I'm fat? Oh pantes you only nyetuh me once. Because I'm fat, right?" Jerking by buying eyes is like a valance in the movie Conjuring.

Digo resigned at once embarrassed to look at Mr. Ketut behind the driver. How could Arumi open her own bed in front of her driver? Damn it, Digo's really embarrassed.

"No! That's not what I mean, me." Trying to calm Arumi, so that she no longer discusses and associates the non-no. "You're not fat." Smiling and full of love. "You're beautiful Arumi. It's so pretty."

"Sir, can we walk now?" Asked Mr. Ketut in a depressed tone because he was holding back a laugh.

Digo's hand wagged a signal for Mr. Ketut to walk. His face was bent. He also stared quietly out the window cursing himself while occasionally glancing towards Arumi whose face was folded wryly.

Ken's car at the front enters an elite housing estate. The art architecture of residential buildings looks different from most other housing. Arumi felt like he was entering a different world, like going into the past where houses were built with wood, bamboo, and teak instead of concrete or granite.

"I just found out, there are houses with ancient architecture like this." The words were clearly shown to Mr. Ketut. Arumi even leaned her chest slightly closer towards Pak Ketut.

"The house has been around since the '90s, miss. Indeed, it is designed like typical Balinese houses, said the owner of the housing so that foreign tourists know Bali is still a lot to save the authenticity of their city."

"Woah, so many, too, tourists who visit here?"

"certain. In addition to being elite housing, some of the empty housing become villas for tourists who are visiting here."

Still cool chatting, it turns out that the car in Ken's drive stopped in front of a large hoe that Arumi believes is a villa. Ken got out of the car and walked over to their car.

Geck... Geck... Tok

Glass car in the open pack Ketut, Ken smilingly greeted Digo and Arumi in the driver's seat.

"Have we arrived?" ask Arumi.

"Yes, our lady has arrived. This is Mr. Anderson's villa, Mr. Digo's business partner."

I'm no stranger to Anderson's name?

Not yet Arumi answered Ken had told Mr. Ketut to park the car in a place that he had provided. Meanwhile, Digo tells Arumi to go down there.

"We're getting off here." His voice sounded annoyed. Arumi turned the eyeball no less upset.

Why is he the sewot? it should be a cave.

Not caring about Digo's mood, Arumi came out and Digo immediately held the woman's hand. They climbed one by one the steps Angkul-kangkul, then entered through the gazebo in the middle of which there is a table full of drinks and food. Beautiful lights adorned every side of the path they passed. Lush leaves and fresh grass cut and maintained neatly blend into one fi Arumi's smell.

"Is this a garden party?"

"Maybe."

A tall strapping, muscular man wrapped in a white shirt with his arms in the middle roll was cool chatting. Although Arumi was unable to see the figure of the man as the man chatted with his back but, Arumi was very sure he recognized who the man was.

The body, like it's no stranger to me.

"Mr. Anderson." Digo greeted the owner of the body. At that instant, the man who turned his back to Arumi twisted his body.

Arumi almost fell down as slowly the body faced her. The body that he was so familiar with, the face that he was very familiar with now smiled as well as surprised towards the two.

"Marco!!"

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