Married Bad Boy

Morning

Widya stretched her stiff muscles while sighing softly. Naturally his body aches because all night sleeping on the sofa. He believes that at this time the comfortable and warm place he slept on was the sofa in the living room even though his eyes were still closed.

"Cold .. Who opened the window this early?" he muttered feeling the caress of the morning breeze on his skin that was only covered in thin long pajamas.

Widya forced her eyes open slightly, to look at the window that was open about fifteen inches. He intended to get up to close it when he realized there was a hand wrapped around his waist. Eyes widened.

Whose hand is this? His gaze circulated and he had just realized that all night he slept on the bed, not on the sofa of the living room.

Widya again glanced at the hand and slowly traced who the owner of the burly hand that perched on her waist since earlier, when she turned her head right towards the back of her body, the shock could not be ignored anymore. How could he now sleep one bed with Azri?!

"AAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHHHHHH!!!"

At once Widya regressed her body as far as possible as Azri was the plague to avoid. So surprised she fell out of bed.

"Let's!"

Widya rubbed her shoulders which felt throbbing from falling first. Luckily the floor was covered in thick carpet so that he did not feel much pain. He growled at the beautiful sleeping man as if nothing had happened.

"Baseless heartless man!" his gerrick.

Azri's deep sleep was disturbed also thanks to Widya's grunts. The man squirmed for a while before his eyes opened and turned towards the girl sitting beside the bed, looking at him irritatedly.

"Oh, you're awake," he said innocently as he yawned. Azri sat himself down while doing a light stretch and then turned his head. "Why can you sit there?"

Widya could not hold back her patience anymore. He stood up quickly. Angrily he pointed at Azri with his finger.

"Ah, how noisy," Azri sighed indifferently while scraping at his ears. He turned to look at Widya's eyes who looked at him with a flaming look, demanding an explanation.

"I did move you here. I can't bear to see a girl sleeping on the couch like a caterpillar in a cocoon. We're husband and wife after all, right? Sleeping in the same bed is not a problem. Why are you so noisy?"

The appearance of innocent Azri actually makes Widya's hands itch very much to ruffle her face. Touching a girl's body without permission seemed like a normal thing for Azri. However, for a conservative girl like Widya, it is clearly taboo. It doesn't matter whether Azri is her husband or not.

"Why? You're disappointed that I didn't do anything to you?" said Azri misinterpreted Widya's expression now.

"What did you say?"

Seeing Azri smiling mockingly makes Widya automatically check her own condition. The clothes he was wearing were still the same as yesterday and there were no signs of being touched at all. Mercifully. It seemed that Azri had indeed done nothing to him.

"Quick get ready before Aunt Swari calls us." Suddenly Azri got out of bed.

"For what?"

Azri's expression looked grim. "To live the tradition of the Pradipta family."

"Every time we hold an important party, after that our family always makes a pilgrimage to the tomb of a deceased relative or parent."

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