Handsome CEO Shadow Wife

You're So Attractive

Dirga's heart raced wildly and the woman's gaze subconsciously made her hold her breath for a few seconds. He immediately helped Dhatu get back on his feet and released the circle of his hands on the woman's waist, deliberately he put distance between them, not wanting Dhatu to listen to the rhythm of his heart so tight. Both of them looked wrong, Dhatu who lowered his head while sneaking a child's hair behind his ear, while Dirga who looked the other way, like a shy teenager.

"Anu .. This is our room, Tu," said Dirga melting the awkwardness between them, he pointed at the door to his right. Dhatu smiled clumsily, then nodded.

Dirga opened the room door using a key card that he removed from his pants pocket, then let Dhatu enter first, while he tailed from behind.

"Would you take a shower or eat first, Tu? We'll eat in the room if you're tired."

"I'm gonna take a shower, Mom. You can eat in the room. I'm sure, that Mas's also sleepy."

Dirga. "Not really."

"Last night, I was too restless and I'm sure my actions disrupted your sleep. Sorry, Mas."

For some reason Dhatu's words warmed his heart, Mas's call and his look of rest were so adorable. Never once did Dirga feel that way when she was with Kana. He only admires Kana's beauty and the woman's spoiled attitude, making him feel like protecting her, but not while with Dhatu. There was a foreign feeling that quietly entered and spread to the corners of the heart.

"It's not entirely your fault, Tu. I understand that some days you will not be comfortable. Do I need to book another room, so you can sleep peacefully?"

"No need," said Dhatu quickly while shaking his head. Dirga was fixated for a moment, not expecting that Dhatu would not part from him.

"It's not what you think, Mom. I just don't want Mama to know we're sleeping in separate rooms. If it was true that Abra was a spy, Mama would know," Dhatu tried to explain.

A second, two seconds, and at the third second Dirga's laughter broke. He rubbed his head and shook his head, feeling stupid for thinking that Dhatu did not want to part from him. He had forgotten that there was no feeling between them that would let Dhatu not let go. Stupid indeed.

"Yes, you take a shower first. What do you want to eat? Let me order it while you're waiting for you to finish your bath."

"What a hell, Mas. I eat all kinds of food that can be eaten."

Again Dhatu is able to make his smile fluffy. The short words, simple demeanor, and the gentle gaze of his eyes made him seem to be lulled. Dirga nodded, then Dhatu immediately went inside the bathroom.

Quickly Dhatu closed the door and leaned his back there. Dhatu felt his chest, feeling an unusual pounding that frightened him. Lama Dhatu was silent and busy arranging his heart, then decided to clean himself. It is possible, his head can be a little cold and able to think clearly after bathing.

A few minutes later Dhatu had finished cleaning himself, then poked his head from behind the door and peeked out. The rush made him forget to bring a change of clothes. He was biting his lower lip as his eyes met with Dirga who was already sitting on the side chair of the hotel window.

"Why do you care, Tu?"

Dhatu smiled clumsyly. "Anu .. that ..." Ashamed to explain it. How could he ask Dirga for help to get his clothes. The man will see his underwear if he asks for help.

"Have you forgotten to bring a change of clothes?" guess Dirga.

"I'll get you a shirt, yeah." Dirga turned to Ara Dhatu for a moment, asking for permission to open the woman's suitcase.

"I'm sorry and thank you, Mom."

Dirga nodded, "No need to be that awkward. It's a small thing" Dirga said as she opened Dhatu's suitcase, "what do you want to wear?"

"Whatever it is, Mas. Which shorts and t-shirts. Thanks again, Mommy."

Dirga chuckled softly. "No need to say thank you too much."

Dhatu smiled clumsily, he bit his lower lip. Feeling embarrassed and relieved because you do not have to go out of the bathroom just by using a towel. Although Dirga is her legitimate husband, but the relationship between the two is only a falsehood, so she does not want to let Dirga see herself in a state of inappropriate.

"You've put lingerie in your bag because you see, none of your clothes are ready for this holiday event. Use it well and enjoy your honeymoon."

Suddenly Lestari's words while driving them to the Airport crossed his mind. Quickly Dhatu came out of the bathroom and pulled Dirga's hand to unpack the contents of his bag, the woman's attitude made Dirga aghast. Dhatu's breath was panting, anxiously filling every recess of his heart. The two looked at each other.

A second later the towel that Dhatu was wearing came off and fell to the floor. Dirga's eye reflexes looked at her now innocent body. Observing Dhatu's body that has a curvature, the right size, and smooth white skin that he often hid behind his clothes. Subconsciously, Dirga gulped with difficulty staring at the scene in his state. He was just a normal man who of course loved the scenery presented before him.

Dhatu grimaced and immediately released the grip of his hand on Dirga's hand, then immediately repaired the towel. His face was hot and he was sure that both of his cheeks were red at this moment. On the other hand, Dirga was still staring at him, unable to move or direct his gaze in the other direction. Dhatu lowered his head and looked restless, bringing out Dirga's shock. He immediately set his eyes back on Dhatu's suitcase.

"Anu .. sorry, Tu. I didn't see it on purpose."

Oh my God .. want it to feel like Dhatu dug a deep hole, then buried himself there. How could he be so careless? He should have thought before asking for help, tightening the towel before running off in a hurry. Really, he just wanted to disappear.

"Yes, Mas. No pa-pa."

Dhatu's heart is almost about to be dislodged. What is pa-pa?

Awkwardness traps both. They were both helpless. A second later Dirga took the original clothes from Dhatu's suitcase, hoping that the woman would quickly get dressed and no longer torment him with the image of the woman's beautiful body and her adorable innocent face. He may lose control because of the woman.

"This is your shirt, Tu," said Dirga reaching out to Dhatu, but turning his face the other way. Can't see Dhatu still in a towel.

The man's words broke the awkwardness that had been created. Dhatu takes the clothes that Dirga offered, develops the clothes in front of him and comes back shocked when he sees a thin one-stropped black dress that looks so sexy. Dirga again set his sights because he did not receive any response from Dhatu. Again he had to swallow his hard-earned saliva as soon as his eyes saw the thin lingerie that was very tempting. His brain began to think wildly, imagining Dhatu's body in the bandage.

"Yes, God ... Mama ..." she cried in frustration.