Married Bad Boy

Crushed

Azri plans to invite Marleen to talk after the boring shirt fitting event ends. But the plan failed when Aunt Swari told him to drive Widya back to the company. Azri had a million reasons to reject the order, one of which was because he did not want to spend his precious time with Widya. It was Aunt Swari's next words that forced Azri to agree.

"Auntie will visit your grandfather and tell him what happened today to him."

Azri cursed out loud. With an arrogant heart he let Widya ride his favorite Ferrari car.

Along the way, the atmosphere was so quiet and stiff because no one wanted to open the conversation first. Azri preferred to stare at the street in front while Widya squeezed her own hand out of nervousness.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tell you that sour persimmon earlier."

Finally because she could not stand Widya choosing to open her mouth, Azri just smirked.

"You know yourself to apologize to me first."

Widya regretted apologizing as soon as she saw Azri's reaction that did not match her expectations.

"What is your attitude when someone apologizes?" tanya sarcastic.

Azri turned her head because Widya seemed to ask him to argue again. “Yes, this is my attitude."

A snort sounded beside him. "Have your father taken this way. Marriage is the only way to stop you."

Azri gripped tightly to the steering wheel, his jaw stiffened until his teeth were grinding. "Marriage is just one of the useless nonsense that the old man forced. I'll prove that his decision to restrain me was wrong."

Widya ignored Azri's speech by deflecting the topic. "Why do you call your father an old man?"

"It's good I didn't call him a jerk."

This time Widya really widened her eyes in shock. Never had he heard a son call his father this brazen name. Why did he feel angry hearing that?

"Do you realize you're more of a jerk than your own father?" widya protests are fierce. "The president is the most understanding, responsible, authoritative, and kind person I have ever known. If you call someone like that a jerk, you're a lot more of a jerk than him."

Azri instead of being offended even more widening his grin to hear Widya defend his father. Today he found a new fan of his father.

"You were only fooled by my father's outward appearance. How long have you been working with my dad?"

"Three years." Widya answered steadily.

"Twenty-six years," Azri said as she turned to him at a glance. "I've known my father for twenty-six years. I know what it's been like since I was a kid until now and my dad is a guy who only knows one thing in his life ...."

Widya looked straight at Azri, waiting for her to finish her sentence. He wondered what he would say.

"For him, life is business.“ Azri turned to look towards Widya again. "And this marriage is nothing more than a business for him. He had never thought of anything other than a way to advance his company. She would rather attend her meeting than come to see my dying mother ...."

Azri immediately pursed his lips realizing that he was almost telling the story that he had been shut up so far. He took a breath and exhaled it. After that Azri did not speak again until they arrived at the headquarters building of Pradipta Group.

"Thank you for driving me" Widya said slowly, without looking at Azri. He got out of the car and before long, Azri's car had disappeared from his sight.

Everyone does have their own reasons for not liking and hating something.he wonders what is really going on between the father and the child.

***

"Your marriage accelerated by a month?"

Azri's friends were surprised not to play when they heard the man complain about his father's decision, which was only known by him this morning.

"The old man always decided. He should be grateful that I followed his silly idea. Now he even did his best to advance the marriage without hearing my consent first.“

Azri angry. He downed the champagne-filled slockey until it ran out. He was completely frustrated by his father's arbitrary actions. Damn, he could not fight at all.

"Your father obviously wants to control you, you know, now you are out of control,“ commented Jhors while playing with his wine glass casually.

"Have you met your future wife?" asked KiBum who was sitting opposite him. In his hand was a cocktail.

Azri nodded lazily. His friends looked at each other in amazement.

"What's his face like?" bobby asked, he was really curious.

Azri sighed heavily. "You know the girl who came here looking for me the other day?" his question was greeted by a nod of his friends. "He's my future wife."

"WHAT?!"

KiBum, Jhors, and Bobby scream along with their super-shocked faces. The three looked at each other for a while without saying anything. Azri himself really does not want to talk about the boring girl named Widya Lovarza Anindita.

"Ah." Bobby clapped his hand suddenly. "Now I understand why at that time he said he was going to throw you in jail." he then glanced at Azri with a seductive look. "Azri El Pradipta, you're really going to go to jail. He'll want to torture you when you're married."

His friends immediately chuckled while Azri let out a sly grin.

"That's even if I don't torture him first.“

The laughter of the three friends instantly stopped, Azri continued without waiting for one of them to say. "I'll make him fall in love with me.“

Azri's eyes focused on the wine glass filled with reddish liquid. The look on his friends' faces changed immediately. They were stunned to see the look in Azri's eyes that seemed to have planned something cruel in his brain.

"After he fell in love with me, then." Azri dropped the wine glass until it broke into pieces on the floor. He grinned satisfied with the glaring look. "I'll get his heart broken to pieces."

Jhors, Bobby, and KiBum are instantly at a loss for words. They knew that if Azri had said with such an expression, then whoever was the victim must have been in danger.

Connect ....

Affah yes, Azri?

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