Handsome CEO Shadow Wife

We're Just Strangers

Dhatu walked gontai entering the house, there was no desire to return to a place that did not accept his arrival at all. Dhatu now understands, coercion is indeed nothing that will end well. Dhatu smiled faintly when he found the living room that was still pitch dark, indicating the man had not returned. In fact, Dhatu deliberately returned the night by spending time in the mall alone so as not to coincidentally meet when at home, but his efforts seemed futile. If you know the man is not on time to return, then it is better for him to go home and rest.

Dhatu stared dejectedly at the lunch box he had prepared looking untouched. The piece of paper near the dining box had not changed position, the man really wanted to ignore his existence. Dhatu crumpled the paper with his handwriting, then threw it into the trash. Afterwards, he sat down in the dining chair and opened the provisions that should have been brought by Dirga this afternoon. He stared wryly at the two side dishes in a separate small box, with the rice already cooling.

Dhatu bribed the food into his mouth, at the first mouth of his tears fell, his tears flowed more and more along with the mouthfuls of food that entered his mouth. He cried like a little boy who fell and was hurt. His heart was still as painful. It may never get better again. He rubbed his tears violently because the water droplets began to disguise his gaze, and then again ate the results of his hands by crying.

From the beginning of the marriage, this was all he could do. Crying alone and hiding in the dark marriage life that is not as beautiful as the story of the fairy tale that used to be read by his mother before going to bed. Apparently, the story of princes and princesses who get married, then happy for eternity only happens in the fairy tale world. Not all marriages have a happy ending forever. Example of marriage. There was only crying in it.

Minutes passed, Dhatu immediately cleaned his food and returned to the room. He cleans up and does not dare to come out again, do not want to accidentally meet again with a man who often incised wounds for his fragile heart.

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On the other hand, men who have just finished a meeting with the vendor via a video call connection, leaning on the back of the sofa. As the new CEO, he has a lot to do, including introducing himself to all the heads of the subsidiaries he works for. He also had to reassess the vendor that had been used by his company to know the feasibility of the vendor.

The phone vibrated at the table, making him open his eyes, his smile expanding as soon as he saw the name of the woman he loved plastered on his screen.

"Have you had dinner?" ask the woman across there as soon as Dirga says hello.

The man could not help but smile as he listened to the sweet voice of his lover, as longing began to enter the recesses of his heart. It felt like quickly meeting, hugging the petite body of her lover, and feeling the softness of her lips. While with Kana, Dirga forgot about all the mess that had happened to her life lately, the woman was as if a sponge that could absorb all the bad energy around her.

"I haven't eaten yet, honey. How're you?"

"I happen to be in front of your office again. Want to eat together?"

Dirga stood up and immediately grabbed the suit draped on the back of his work chair. "I will not refuse" he said as he left the study.

The call ended once her lover mentioned the place and time of the meeting they had agreed to. With the heart arguing and the longing stirred, Dirga immediately walked in the place where her car was parked, can't wait to meet the idol he's not met for a few days because of his busy take over the CEO position.

Minutes passed, Dirga swept around the restaurant and smiled as her retina found a petite girl with a pretty face sitting on a glass side chair. The narrow-eyed woman moved her hands in the air when their eyes met. With spirit approached him.

"Have you waited a long time?"

The woman shook her head. "Not really." his smile seemed to bewitch Dirga. "Udah kupesenin favorite food. Grilled brulee spagethi."

Dirga kissed the woman's forehead before taking her place in the empty seat in front of Kana. "Thank you, dear" he said as he sat down.

"Your work seems exhausting."

Dirga smiled thinly. "Lumayan. Moreover, papa impromptu asked me to move to his company. In fact, I was comfortable where I worked first, even though only as a sales manager. But, at least all of those achievements I got with my own hard work."

Kana clasped Dirga's hand on the table. "That means your father has seen your potential, Ga. How's the company now?"

The woman's question reminded Dirga of Dhatu. Now it is only realized, why his father was so forced to immediately resign and replace the CEO of a company that has retired. Not because of his pontensinya, but his father wanted to make him closer to Dhatu.

You sly papa!

Dirga. "Just remember something."

"What's that?"

Dirga smiled, then shook her head. "Not a big thing. Just about work."

Kana's smile was re-engraved at the corner of her lips. "Don't think of a grandiose job."

Dirga grasped the hand of Kana who clasped her hand on the table, put the woman's hand on her lips, then kissed the back of her hand.

"Now, I'm just thinking about you."

The woman's smile widened. "Gombal mulu."

Dirga. "That's a word of heart, dear." The man never got tired of staring at the beautiful face of the woman in front of him, "What are your activities today?"

"Just go around the mall. Look at my favorite brand new output bag."

"Is there something you like?"

The woman nodded enthusiastically. "There's."

"Udah bought?"

As soon as the woman's face turned sad, her smile disappeared. "I haven't been paid for an article I wrote last week, so it's still boozy."

Dirga took a deep breath, then slowly swallowed him. "Why wait for an uncertain payment when, dear. I give you a credit card so you can buy whatever you want. Just wear it, honey."

The woman smiled faintly. "Last month, I used a lot of your credit cards and haven't paid yet. I don't want to be a matre girl."

Dirga chuckled softly. "Nobody would dare say that you are. I told you, and I never asked you to pay back."

A beautiful smile again adorned the beautiful face of the woman. "Thank you very much, dear."

Dirga rattled the top of the woman's head. A minute later, the food they ordered had already come and was laid out on the table. Both of them ate dinner happily. Casual chatter and laughter adorn their togetherness. Just being with that woman, Dirga could feel comfortable and unencumbered.

On the other hand, the woman standing outside the restaurant could only be fixated on staring sadly at the pair of happy-looking humans inside there. Eating food and occasionally the man would wipe the top of the head of the woman in front of him. The woman's heart was cut, painful. Quickly, he took his steps away, again his cries broke.

Feeling betrayed even though there is no love is a silly thing, but he can not prevent the pain that dominates the heart.

So ... This is the reason you hate our marriage so much.