I Became the President's Wife!

Sundays

Sunday finally arrived, on the terms Reya had agreed to, she would follow Azka wherever she went today.

Azka stuffed her suitcases one by one and Reya into the trunk of the car.

Reya scratched her nape that was not itchy, "Ka, where are we going anyway? use the event bring all suitcases" he said while staring at lazy Azka who was busy struggling with luggage.

Azka just kept quiet, lazy to answer Reya's question. Reya clicked her tongue, "Azka, if asked that answer the cake, do not make people curious why"

"Udah, you go" Azka closed the trunk and opened the door for Reya. "Come in"

Reya sighed in frustration, then got into the car. After Reya entered, Azka turned around the car and sat in front of the wheel.

The engine is already in life, their car also walked out of the housing complex they live in.

Along the way, Reya keeps trying to guess guess guess guess where do you think Azka will take her?

Reya occasionally glanced at Azka who focused her attention on the road in front of her.

Hemm...Azka was wearing quite casual clothes today, Reya was also wearing casual clothes, meaning they would not go to an official place right?

Is it possible that Azka intends to take her to her brother's house huh? but which brother? at their wedding alone Reya did not see much of a brother who was close enough to Azka.

Reya also focuses herself on the streets in front of her. A few minutes later, Azka and Reya's car climbed up close to the airport.

Reya's got a kick," Ka, how come we're going this way? where are you taking me?" Azka glanced at Reya and smiled mysteriously.

The car stops, Azka gets out of the car, pulls out their suitcase from the trunk, then hands Reya's suitcase to Reya.

"Azka .. answer!" Reya began to demand. azka sighed, "Yes, yes, I replied, we want to visit the house of oma.

Reya spread her gaze around. "Where is your home?"

"Paris"

"Paris?!"

"Yes paris" replied Azka.

Paris?.paris...paris.....

Whats! paris said!

"Kok paris anyway? A paris? Why are we going to paris ka?!” reya said in disbelief.

“To home oma”, azka turned towards Reya. “Never met my oma, have you?”

Yes too, huh? Besides meeting face to face on the wedding day, Reya did not know a single Azka family at all.

Reya shook her head, she tried to remember all the middle-aged women from the Azka family present at her wedding, but there did not seem to be a single person who could potentially be this oman. How else would you like? From Azka's warm expression, it seemed like this man was very fond of her oma. All of his relatives came to their wedding...

Many seem to try to look familiar with Azka, but Azka who looks cold and trying to ignore them.

“indeed oma did not come to our wedding?” ask Reya.

Azka turned to look towards Reya. “Enggak” answered.

How long ago upset huh? This is a person if answering questions can be all complete no matter? Reya kept trying to be patient, then asked back. “Why doesn't oma come? Oma sick?”

“Hemm..his health is less likely to come to indonesia”, Azka replied at the end.

“Oh so..” nodded in understanding, the woman patted the shoulder Azka “Hopefully oma quickly healed ya ka”

Azka smiled warmly as she looked at Reya, “Iya, thanks ya”

Reya was a bit wrong with her own behavior. Reya just kept quiet then continued her footsteps. Starting to think about whether the conflict in the azka family is the same or not with the Korean drama that he used to watch often or not.

There are some sycophants, there are people who pretend to be familiar, some who stare at hate silently. Reya looked at Azka who was walking next to her. What kind of person is this Azka really?

Reya shook her head, trying to remove the thought from her head, not good to violate Azka's privacy.Azka glanced amusedly at Reya who shook her head, I don't know what her little head was thinking.

Paris though?

Reya tried to imagine what she could do in Paris. Haaahhh went to his oma house instead like a honeymoon deh so his. How else would you like? Paris is romantic!

Reya's mind began to digress again...

Eh..wait first! if their purpose is the house of oma azka in Paris, it means clothes that they carry....

Reya medelik, aware that all the clothes she brought were too casual. The woman walked quickly before Azka, and stretched out her arms, blocking Azka's steps.

Azka raised her eyebrows, holding her amusedly staring at Reya who was in front of her. "Relight.."

"Ka, let's go back for a second yuk" asked Reya.

Azka just looked at Reya, Reya sighed in annoyance, it seemed like she had to be honest, "Ka, if I go to paris, I think I will get the wrong costume. Let's go back for a minute, sebentaaaarrrrr aja" pinta Reya.

Azka stepped forward and scrambled Reya's hair furiously. "Let's buy some clothes over there"

Reya looked up, "Well, you can't dong, ka! where do I have money"

Azka pulls Reya back to walk, "I bought it"

Reya frowned, "the lifetime of your money?"

"My money is your money too" Azka replied lazily.

Reya still doesn't accept, "No Azka bus..."

Azka stared back at Reya, "Why can't you? you're my wife" cut her off.

Degs...

Reya slightly flinched, then looked back at Azka who was staring at her seriously. A few seconds later, Azka stepped leaving Reya still speechless

How could Azka say that Reya was his wife? is their marriage just a contract?

Their marriage is legal in the eyes of law and religion, but a contract is a contract, right?

Reya let out a sigh of annoyance, but suddenly the woman gave a sigh, she realized one very important thing.

If Azka's money is Reya's money as well, then Azka's company is Reya's company too?

BUCCAHA....

instantly the soul of matre Reya thrashed the thrashing.the woman ran after Azka whose distance was already a bit far from her.

Hearing the footsteps behind her, Azka immediately turned her head back and found Reya running towards her. "Don't run away Reya" Azka remembers.

Reya smiled broadly at the Azka Direction. "Azka, if your money's my money too, then your company's my company too?"

Azka patted the eel, only able to answer Reya's question.

"Your black card black card is also dong" said Reya increasingly excited..

"your own have I prepared" replied azka lazily.

And so it is...

Along the way to Paris Azka continues to be attacked by strange questions from Reya whose matre is in on mode..