Married Bad Boy
New house
"Is there no house more ordinary than this?"
Azri turned her head after putting her bag in their new apartment that was gifted by grandfather.
"Of course, don't protest too much. It's good we don't have to stay at his house" Azri replied.
They were surprised when they returned to the resort their goods had been moved to a new apartment. Even the items in Azri's old apartment were there. Some foreign objects that seemed to belong to his wife were also there, just cleaned up.
"But this is too broad for both of us" Widya murmured as she looked around the apartment.
It has three rooms, one living room, two living rooms, one kitchen, one dining room, and two bathrooms.
Widya opened the door of the main room, wider than the other two rooms. He stared in horror at the large size bed located in the middle of the room.
"Tell me we won't sleep in the same room?" widya said to Azri who was pouring champagne on a glass in a small bar near the kitchen.
"Why do we get married if we don't sleep together?" azri said casually.
Widya blinked her eyes. This guy's not serious, is he?
"But there are many rooms here. We don't love each other, do we? Why sleep in the same room?"
"So?" Azri turned her body facing him. "You want how?“ he sipped the champagne in his hand a little.
Widya's wide round eyes saw Azri casually chugging the drink in front of her.
"Azri El Pradipta, I've told you several times that alcoholic beverages are not good for health. Quickly put the glass down!"
Widya steps towards Azri and before the man reacts, the glass in Azri's hand has been captured by Widya.
"As long as I'm here, I won't allow you to drink a single drop of alcohol!"
Not afraid Azri actually smiled cynically. Her trained hand with a single jolt could pull Widya's slender waist into her arms.
"What right do you have to forbid me, miss?" tanyanya sharp. He looked directly at Widya's black eyes that were wide in shock mixed with panic.
"What would you do if I drank this in front of you?"
Azri took back the glass that Widya was holding, intending to drink back the contents of the glass just to prove that Widya's threat was nothing.
This guy is playing me, I know he's on purpose. You rancid shithead! Widya's anger in the heart.
Therefore, before the glass reached his lips, Azri felt that his entire body movement had stopped because he had difficulty breathing.he turned to Widya who was looking at him triumphantly.
"W-widya loose," he said overwhelmed because now, Widya pulled a tie that was still coiled around her neck to make Azri difficult to pull oxygen into her lungs.
I won this time, Mr. Pradipta. Inner Widya satisfied.
Azri holds Widya's hand which pulls her tie, trying to let go, but her power is like being sucked in by her breath. He was unable to remove Widya's hand from her tie.
"Put that glass down and I'll take your tie off." Widya made an offer.
Azri swiftly shook her head. Widya pulled a tighter tie of Azri until the man coughed. Actually it is not the heart, but how else. His conscience was almost thinking of ending it when Azri raised both of his hands in surrender.
"All right, I'm nye-rah!" exclamation Azri broken.
Azri hurriedly placed the glass on the table and Widya took off her tie, completely releasing it from Azri's neck. The man immediately coughed in fatigue.
"Be careful, this thing I confiscated." Widya takes Azri's champagne bottle and takes it away. "Ah, I'll use a separate room with you. Of course you don't mind, do you?" before he actually left.
Azri could not say anything yet, just shaking her hand towards Widya who went to another room while scraping her suitcase.
"Ga-dis that ...," he hissed. "How dare he do this to me!" Azri. "Review you, I will definitely repay you!" Annoyed, he scratched his suitcase into the main room to take a shower and change his clothes.
Thirty minutes later Azri came out of his room with a fresher appearance.he did not need to say goodbye to Widya to undergo his night out routine.
"Where are you going?"
Azri stopped turning the doorknob when she heard Widya's voice behind her.
"It's none of your business" he said lazily while turning his back.
And Azri was instantly sorry. He should have known, turning to look at Widya right now was the worst mistake he made. Because now, his body was fixated on staring at Widya who had just finished bathing.
The girl carelessly stepped out of the bathroom with just a towel while drying her wet hair. Even from a distance of approximately three meters, Azri can inhale citrus fragrance from the shampoo he uses.
"It's very late now. Where else to go? Didn't you start work tomorrow?"
Azri blinked his eyes to normalize himself. It allows views in other directions that are more ‘aman' to be seen.
"You have no right to govern me" he said.
"I'm your wife. Obviously I have the right," Widya replied no less tightly.
"That's what you think.“ Azri opened the door.
Widya just let out a heavy sigh seeing Azri leave while slamming the door hard. If only he wore full clothes, he would have prevented Azri from leaving.
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