Handsome CEO Shadow Wife

Could I Fall in Love?

Upon arriving at Ngurah Rai Airport, the two were greeted by a young man holding a sign bearing their name. The two glanced at each other, not knowing if their mother hired a tour guide for both of them. Dirga's phone rang, he immediately answered a call from Lestari.

"Have I met Wayan Abra?" tanya Lestari as soon as Dirga said hello. Dirga stared at the men who were now smiling at them, as if understanding they were the people he was waiting for.

"It seems like it is," said Dirga while smiling at the man who walked over, "Mama did not say that he rented a tour guide for us. In fact, I have been repeatedly to Bali and do not need a guide."

Lestari. "Your color is not to be expected. If you do not rent, you will leave Dhatu in the room. He will arrange your journey. Enjoy the honeymoon and go home with the grandchildren as his gift."

The call was immediately interrupted and Dirga did not have time to respond to the selfishness of his mother. Dirga glanced at Dhatu, then said. "Mama nyewain we tour guide, his name is I Wayan Abra," Dirga explained.

Dhatu nodded in understanding, then turned to the young man who was already standing before them. Dhatu smiled, and so did Abra.

"Good day, my name is I Wayan Abra and I am in charge of accompanying the journey of Mother and Father in Bali." Abra reached out her hand which Dirga greeted as she mentioned her name. Then, the man did the same to Dhatu.

"I'll take Mom and Dad to the hotel first. What can I give you a hotel voucher, so that later I help the check in process."

Dhatu reached into the handbag, then held out a white envelope to Abra. "Thank you. Come on, I'll help you get the suitcase."

"I can bring my own. You can help bring Dhatu's suitcase," said Dirga while glancing at Dhatu at a glance. Abra nodded in understanding and immediately picked up Dhatu's suitcase.

Dirga looked at the man walking in front of them suspiciously. Fearing the man was not just a tour guide, but his mother's spy to investigate their proximity in Bali. Dirga immediately brought Dhatu's hand into his grasp, while the woman stared at their hands that held each other and Dirga alternately. Dhatu hates him, at his heart that often beats fast just because their hands hold each other. Time and time again he reminded himself, if the man did not belong to him. There was another woman who filled the minds as well as hearts of the man beside her.

Dirga who could feel the nervousness of the woman beside him stopped his steps, then whispered. "Sorry, I'm afraid he's Mama's spy."

Dhatu nodded in understanding. "Yes, I know."

Though he did not know and was lulled in the meeting created between them. Dirga smiled and continued his steps. Occasionally Dhatu stole a glance towards Dirga. His heart rippled warmly. Maybe because of the man's hand, or the smile that the man gave. All of this seems so real, even though the encounter hides between their togetherness.

Dirga opened the door for Dhatu, while he helped Arba who put their luggage into the trunk of the car. A second later, Dirga caught up with Dhatu, then sat down next to the woman. They exchanged smiles.

"Udah," said Dirga briefly.

The journey to the hotel was suddenly quiet, Dhatu was washed away by the view outside the window. While Dirga is busy with her cell phone, sending Kana messages about her whereabouts as well as her activities. He accidentally did not tell Kana about the real reason he went to Bali, only saying there was business that could not be delayed. He wants to keep Kana's heart, so as not to get hurt and think strange because thinking about his togetherness with Dhatu is actually nothing to worry about. Indeed, he felt guilty for hiding the truth from Cana, but all this was done for the good of the woman.

Dhatu's words came back to his mind. Loving it must be accompanied by responsibility. Another meaning, if he loves someone, he should dare to take responsibility for his words and move forward even though the world is against. Strange, the love he felt for Kana was not that big or indeed he was too proud of the love that existed? Saying love easily, without understanding the meaning of the word.

"After checking in and putting things down. Our schedule is to visit The Balinese Basket," Abra melted the silence in the car.

"Can we start the schedule tomorrow? My wife and I are going to rest on our first day here. This short trip was enough to consume our energy."

Dirga did not want to go out on the first day of their arrival. He wants to enjoy the things he never got in Jakarta, namely rest. After all, he was sure that Dhatu was tired. He knows, if the woman hasn't slept all night. Dhatu's body wriggling restlessly to and fro beside him last night also kept him awake, so he needed a sound sleep today. Perhaps, their togetherness during this week made Dhatu worried, the thing that actually disturbed his mind as well.

"Well then, sir. I'll be back tomorrow morning, eight in the morning. Please rest," said the man looking at Dirga at a glance through the middle rearview, then refocused his gaze to the streets in front of him.

"You need rest, Tu," said Dirga because he did not receive any response from Dhatu. He knew that he should not make unilateral decisions, but he believed that Dhatu was a difficult woman to resist. Dhatu turned his head, then nodded slowly.

So many questions that disturb the mind of Dhatu, so he prefers to be silent. Thinking of marriage and their togetherness makes her chest tight not play. They are just carving memories together without being able to feel the pleasure of their togetherness. Perhaps, it was only her who was secretly dissolved in the charade they were performing in.

Minutes passed, Abra gave the key card to Dirga, then said goodbye. Dirga and Dhatu would like to thank you. The two walked towards the room keeping a silence between them. Really, Dhatu's silence torments Dirga. He repeatedly thought about what had happened to the woman a few minutes ago until she felt at home sitting next to him? Did he say something wrong?

The elevator doors opened, both of them exited. Dirga searched the room number listed on the door, while Dhatu chose to duck and follow Dirga in silence. The words of Dirga's love spoken to the other woman, until now continues to cross her mind, ushering in a pain that cannot be tolerated.

Dirga who stopped suddenly made Dhatu hit the back of the man. Quickly, Dirga turned around when he felt Dhatu hit him, too suddenly, to make Dhatu anxious and lost balance. Luckily Dirga quickly caught his body. Dhatu who had closed his eyes, preparing to receive the pain that would hit his buttocks also opened it slowly when he felt the hand that managed to catch his body.

The eyes of the two looked at each other as Dhatu opened his eyes, the distance between their faces was so thin that Dhatu could feel the roar of breath hunting the man on his face. Dhatu's heart is beating wildly. Dirga drew his face closer and Dhatu's gaze descended on the man's lips, imagining the softness of the man's lips upon coming into contact with his. The work of the heart is so tight that Dhatu's body is getting weaker. Could he be in love?