FORCED TO MARRY PARIBAN

Man's wife

"Boss, don't be mad at Madam. Embrace him Boss. The direction of the Boss, before the Madam plunged deeper." Rudi still spoke wisely. He was drunk heavily.

Ardhi smiled bitterly at the words of his Assistant. Can he embrace and understand his mother? even though his soul is still shaken, because of his problem with Dew, has not disappeared from his memory and heart.

"Come Rud, I don't think I can." Ardhi again drank the illicit drink.

"Embun---- Dew--you traitor-woman!" Shouted Ardhi hysterically. Feeling his behavior wrong. He also covered his mouth with his own hands. Then the man laughed gigglingly.

"You've been drunk, boss." Rudi even added a drink to Ardhi's glass.

"Let's toast..!" they're cheers. With a loud laugh. Rudi who was drunk even issued funny sentences. While Ardhi always call his name Dewun.

"Actually people's wives, are our wives as well. Because we're the boss..!" said Rudi, provoking the emotion of Ardhi who was drunk again.

Ardhi choked on hearing his assistant's words. He thought, digesting Rudi's unwitting speech.

"The wife of man is our wife. Because we're people. Haha... Means Dew I can have. She's a wife of people!" Ardhi spoke no longer with logic. At the moment he thinks Dewun is his wife too. He has the right to pay it.

Haha... Rudi laughed while holding his stomach. "Yes Boss, Dew you must have the Boss. Come spirit..!" the two men who were disappointed with the journey of his life, were absolutely crazy that night. Both were drunk heavily. But, Rudi can still control himself, in contrast to Ardhi who is no longer aware of what he said.

"Wife? having a wife can be like that, right?" Ardi with his perverted face, played his index finger, pecked at the index finger. Imagining himself touching the Dew.

"Oh Boss, you're already drunk. Looks like we should go home, boss." Rudi who is accustomed to the night world, knows very well, what will happen to his Boss, if not go quickly from that place.

She is afraid, the night woman will take advantage of the situation, trapping Ardhi to blackmail him.

"I don't want to go home Rud. I'm still disappointed in Mama. I'm not ready to meet him." Even though he was drunk, Ardhi still remembered his mother's problems. He did not want to meet his mother at this time. Because, he was afraid of obscenity and ended up fighting with the Mother.

"If you don't want to go home, where's the boss? at hotels?" asked Rudi by holding his cheque.

Ardhi shook his head strongly.

"I want to go home to my wife. Dew-!" Shouted Ardhi frustrated. "My wife is in the office. I'm just going to go home to the office. Dew must be waiting for me "Ardhi got up from his seat. He also tried to stand up straight. Move his feet with a stagger.

Rudi immediately memapah Ardhi who walked is no longer balanced. But, because he was also drunk. They even collapse simultaneously.

"Akkhhh you sucked Rud, the road was not so good." cried Ardhi, trying to get up. But he fell again.

The two men could no longer control themselves. The club's waiter helped them out of the club.

Ardhi got into his car, which was driven by his personal difficulties. Rudi was driving alone. Rudi gets drunk a lot, but he can still drive.

"Sir Harto, we don't go home. I hate Mama, I don't want to see Mama yet." He said while holding himself back from vomiting. He staggered in the passenger seat. Even the man was now lying with his legs dangling.

"So where are we going, boss?" mr. Harto, confused to bring where the boss is. The driver also wondered why the boss was drunk. He knew his boss didn't like to get drunk.

"Oohhh I know sir. Let's just go back to the office. In the office is my wife. He's waiting for me." Taps, while holding back from vomiting.

"Good sir." The driver finally turned towards the office. He complied with the boss's request. Yes, Ardhi often also stay in his office. So, when the drunk man asked to be delivered to the office, the driver was not surprised.

When the driver was in the parking lot, which was in the basement. At that time Ardi vomited all the contents of the stomach. Mr. Harto immediately grabbed Ardhi who was sitting limp in the car.

"Sir, Mister, Mr. Ardhi." The panicked driver no longer knew what to call Ardi. Sometimes my father is sir.

The driver pulled Ardhi out of the car. The vomit of Ardhi was very stinky, which had already littered his luxury car.

When Ardhi was able to get out of the car, the man again vomited. Ardhi's clothes are dirty, got vomited very stinky.

The panicked Mr. Harto laid Ardhi on the floor of the basement. He had trouble taking care of his boss.

Mr. Harto picked up a tissue, trying to clean Ardhi's clothes that had been vomited. But, the vomit particles that were stuck on Ardhi's shirt couldn't be cleaned.

Mr. Harto, finally took off the clothes that had been vomited. She wiped Ardhi's lips and face with a wet tissue she took from the car.

With the remaining power, Mr. Harto swept Ardhi, into the elevator. Along the way to his room the man always called out the name Dewun.

"Embun--- Dew--- my wife! The wife of the man is my wife... Haha.. hahhahaha..!" the man was still unconscious, for what he said. Mr. Harto could only sigh deeply. He was exhausted by his boss.

"Embun---- my wife--- Eehhh--- wife of others. But, my wife too!" He said in a loud voice. Pak Harto to budeg heard it.

Shiafttt.... Ardhi put his index finger on his lips.

"Pak Harto stay here, don't go inside. My wife is sleeping. He's been sleeping well. Mr. Harto can't see my wife Dewun.!" He said with a sad face. Mr. Harto was confused by his boss's remark. Sometimes his voice is sad. Sometimes sucks.

"Yes sir, I won't go in, I just want to take you all the way inside." Pak Harto still clean hard memapah Ardhi. until now Ardhi was in his room.

"Sana, you're out...! don't fuss!" Ardhi placed his index finger on his own lips.

"Shiifft....

"Silent...!" said giggling.

Ardhi closed the door hard and firmly and locked the room. Mr. Harto was silent behind the door. I feel sorry for his boss.

"Grow.... Dew... you're evil...!" she screamed hysterically, lying on the floor bare-chested.

"Grab... The dew...! my wife, someone else's wife. Someone else my wife. Where's my wife?!!" His shouting.