Married Bad Boy

Be happy?

The reception took place without a hitch. Azri is forced to introduce Widya to her friends. They greeted Widya with open arms as if she was the goddess of salvation.

Widya was amazed to see the faces she saw in the nightclub. They look different, they are also friendly and fun. Not like the first impression he saw at the time. It would be too evil if Widya judged Azri's friends as bad as the man.

It was time for Widya to meet Marleen. Azri actually had no intention of introducing them, but Marleen herself approached him at the reception. Finally, he had no choice but to meet the two.

"He's Marleen, Marleen is Widya" Azri said flatly. The two shook hands with expressions of mutual investigation.

"May you be happy." Marleen smiled brightly.

Widya is not easily fooled by Marleen's hospitality. He knows which smile to pretend and which to smile sincerely. She thinks Widya doesn't know that she and Azri have more than just friends? However, he tried to ignore it with a smile.

"thank you. You're his friend, aren't you? I saw you guys together the other day."

Marleen showed an exaggerated look of surprise. "Oh yeah? That is, I am his friend. In fact, maybe more than just friends."

So you're not trying to hide your affair?

Widya kept her tone so as not to sound annoyed. "It can be clearly seen. You guys look familiar."

Marleen smiled again and she turned to look at Azri. After that Widya had to hold her hand not to scratch the two people because they dared to speak familiarly, almost openly friendly in front of her. Widya almost laughed amusedly. Both Marleen and Azri seem to want to make him jealous.

I'm sorry, but the effort didn't work. He was upset, but jealous? It doesn't make sense. Why should he be jealous anyway? Widya took a breath and threw it away.

The war has just begun. A counterattack from him would come later.

***

"Finally that boring show ends too!"

Azri threw his body into a comfortable sofa located inside the bridal room specially prepared at the luxury resort. His body felt sore, even though he just stood up and smiled throughout the event. It felt like I had just run a marathon.

Meanwhile Widya sat on the sofa in front of Azri with a face no less relieved. He took off the high heels he wore all day. Azri glanced at him. The man showed a suspicious smile. He seemed to want to ask her to argue.

"Are you happy that you now have a new clan behind your name?" sindir Azri while releasing his tie and suit.

Look, the guess is right!

"Don't big head. I prefer the Lovarza clan over Pradipta" Widya replied quickly, firmly, and without looking at Azri.

"Correct?" Azri grinned. "I guess all the girls would love to hold the title of the Pradipta family's only son-in-law."

Widya wanted to feel like silencing the mouth of Azri superpedas. "I thought after marriage you would change. Once in a while be honest with your feelings, you're actually happy with this marriage, right?"

Azri. Did he not hear wrong? "Happy with this marriage? It's bullshit."

"Then why does your face look happy?“

"I'm like this because I can't wait to get my revenge on you."

Azri got up from his seat. Widya felt a dangerous aura as Azri stepped closer and sat down beside her. He seemed as ordinary as possible and pretended not to understand Azri's intentions.

"Rudge?"

"Yes, revenge." Azri brought his sitting position closer. He thought Widya would be nervous or at least blush shy, but the assumption was wrong. The girl instead sat up straight, undaunted by her attack.

Azri touched the strands of Widya's hair that fell on the side of her face while muttering, "You know, I take great revenge on you for daring to pull me to the guarantee and say a promise of a lifetime with you." With a gentle movement Azri tucked her hair behind her ears.

Widya gulped, to be honest she was very nervous. But he has to endure. "Then what are you going to do?"

Azri was flattered by the bravery of this girl. "You're curious about my revenge?" he asked with a sly smile on his lips.

Widya suddenly remembered Ryan's words before the wedding began. Shit, he just understood what he meant now. Perhaps this is one of Azri's forms of 'torture' on him.

Azri's hand mischievously moved to the back of her body and Widya felt a static electric shock as the skin of Azri's hand touched her back, lowering the zipper of her wedding dress very slowly.

It is undeniable Widya's body became stiff like a statue when Azri spoke in a very close distance to him. He even almost lay down if not restrained by the cushion of the sofa. What does this man want to do?!

"I will keep you trapped in this marriage until you are close to tears for not being able to leave me.“

Widya closed her eyes at a glance as Azri's lips dropped touching her open shoulder. Heart's shaking. Sure oes. Now is their first night. Will he sleep with Azri tonight? Is this man going to force her even if she's not ready physically and mentally?

Azri almost grinned as Widya did not resist at all as she kissed slowly along her shoulder line. As the kiss crept up onto their cheeks and their eyes faced off, he widened his eyes realizing Widya was looking at him sharply.

"What did you do after this? You want to fuck me?" ask Widya cynically.

This time it was Azri who felt her body freeze. He was never asked so coldly by a woman when he had already launched his action. Widya Lovarza Anindita is not affected at all by her romantic actions just now. Usually the woman he had treated like that would never look at him this sharp, perhaps even willingly handing herself over to Azri.

"Why not answer?" widya asked again because now Azri was silent, lost his words.

Utilizing Azri's silence, he again said, "You think that way you'll be happy? Do you think revenge can reconcile your heart?"

Azri hardened his jaw and his hand which was behind Widya's back clenched tightly. What did this girl say? Is he unhappy? Who told? Instead his life is very happy because it can be free from the snares of his father and of course, his heart will be peaceful if he manages to avenge him, which is to torture this girl.

"You're wrong. Happiness is when you can share joy with those around you, making smiles rise on their faces. Have you been feeling good lately? I don't think so, you're just depressed. That's why you vented your anger on your father. If you're willing to be honest with yourself once that you're unhappy and try to find your happiness, I'm sure the answer lies with your family. They are the ones who love you sincerely."

This girl!

Azri. How dare he tell me how I should live! He doesn't know anything about me. Azri replies to Widya's annoying remarks by putting her index finger on the girl's wet lips while a cynical grin is engraved on her lips.

"You're trying to compromise with me? Is this the way the old man ordered me to restrain him? Are you trying to change my mind to go along with her mind? What a sweet-mouthed girl."

Widya was surprised when suddenly Azri ***** her lips. He wanted to push Azri's body, but both hands were blocked with such a tight grip. He wanted to scream, but what came out of his mouth was a soft sigh. He does not understand the workings of his own body. How could his brain desire rejection, but instead his body accepted it willingly?

If it continues like this Widya can really be tortured by Azri.

"Tell me" Azri warned. "If you once again advise me what I should be like, I will fuck you that very second." she got up from her position, stood up and walked away from Widya.

Widya who still felt the work of her body was chaotic forced to get up and then shouted, making Azri step stop right a few steps in front of her.

"Threatening me won't change anything. Admit it, your heart aches every time you deny the deepest voice of your heart, right? You really want to know what it feels like to be happy. Your perception of the happiness you now feel, is not the same as the happiness that your heart actually means!"

Widya does not care if Azri will turn around and take off all her clothes and they spend the night together on the bed. She can no longer bear to face the man who continues to pretend like Azri. He knew the truth, Azri was unhappy with her life. Everything was read from the glare of the eyes every time the man daydreamed.

Azri clenched her hands tightly. He turned around with a calm face, contrary to his heart that roared violently. How could Widya dare to stir up all the anger in her when she decided to let go?

"Then are you happy?" Azri asked back. "Are you happy to have exchanged your pride for my father's offer?"

Widya widened her eyes. Suddenly all the guilt and debate about Mahendra's offer, Asset's Moving-Hand Statement, and his life were clearly marked in his brain. His whole body is shivering. His sight was blurred. Azri was right, he was indeed unhappy with giving up his own pride for the sake of an asset Pradipta Group.

"You think I don't know about that old man handing over one inheritance that should be mine to you?" said Azri sharply, looking at Widya with full condemnation. "I've investigated it and I realize that one of the legacies that should be mine has already been transferred to another's assets."

Widya felt her head heavy as she looked at Azri. The man was also injured. They were both hurt by this marriage.

"Don't I tell you, for my father this marriage is just business. And you ...." Azri pointed to Widya. "Not more than a share sheet to him."

Widya looked at Azri's nano. His words pounded his throat deeply. He can't cry. However, he could not show his weak side to Azri. The man must not know that his words have made his heart ache.

"You've bought the shares offered by my father. And if that old man doesn't need you anymore ...." Azri smiled cynically. "You will be kicked out by him far. I wonder if you still feel happy after knowing my father's selfish nature."

After saying so, Azri actually left Widya alone in the room. Widya was unable to support her body anymore. He fell limp on the floor with tears melting. He patted his chest which was painful and tight.

Without even needing to be told, Widya was indeed unhappy with all of this. No, he felt tormented by all this. Regardless of whether Azri really tortured him or not, he was already tormented by the fact that his marriage was based on an agreement.he had exchanged his own pride for a luxury asset belonging to the Azri family.

Is the plan to change the man worth the hatred he receives?

Connect ....