Married Bad Boy

Wine and tea

Widya was reading her favorite novel when she heard the door open. He glanced at the clock and then sighed. Azri always comes home this late and he himself is confused why he is waiting for the man to return to their apartment. What does he care for? Azri just doesn't care about her.

"You haven't slept?" azri asked somewhat surprised to find her wife still sitting sweetly on the sofa of the living room.

"You just got home. How's dinner going, fun?"

Widya's tone of voice was indifferent. Azri only watched her for a moment before taking one bottle of wine from a special wine cabinet and then unscrewing the lid.

"That's how," murmured his origin.

The truth is very annoying and all because of you, Azri grumbled in his heart. However, he preferred to seek peace because if he voiced his voice, there would be a war tonight.

Widya saw Azri pour the liquid from inside the bottle into the glass. He just shook his head. This time he won't prevent Azri from drinking it. It's free. He only noticed Azri's actions silently from his place.

Azri was astonished as well because Widya did not prevent her from drinking wine. Is the girl starting to not care about her anymore?

Wait, isn't that good? In this way he would no longer have to fight with the girl. It's possible that Widya has been secretly thinking about divorce. Azri slowly drank the wine, but the next second the water gushed out quickly from his mouth.

"What is this?!" he cried hysterically while looking at the glass filled with yellowish liquid he held.

Widya tries desperately to hold back a laugh at how hysterical her current Azri is. she pretends not to care as Azri turns her head towards her with a sinister face.

"What did you do to my drink?!" angry Azri.

Widya remained focused on the book she was reading. "Nothing."

"You lied. Then why does it taste like tea?"

"It's tea."

"What?!" Azri shouted back. He quickly grabbed his bottle of wine and drank it straight from the bottle.

His tongue was not wrong. This is tea. He looked quickly at the wine bottles lined up neatly in place and opened them one by one to taste. Azri's body froze when she realized that all the contents had been turned into tea. He turned his head quickly to Widya who remained relaxed reading the book. That girl must be the culprit.

"You did my wine, HUH!" yelled Azri did not accept.

Widya calmly closed her book. la looked at Azri with a flat expression while standing up.

"I'm just replacing it with a healthier drink. Don't you like drinking from that bottle? I just changed the contents. What's different?"

Azri. He pointed the bottle of wine right in front of Widya's face impatiently. “You don't know all this wine is so precious? You'll fill my wine bottles!"

Do I really care? No matter how much money you have spent on that drink, all of it is just fluid that can damage the body.

"I poured into that sink.“

Widya sniffed her chin towards the sink in the kitchen. Azri turned his head quickly towards the sink Widya was referring to and then ran towards her. He sniffed the sink and rightly, smelled the distinctive fragrance of his well-known wine.

"Why!" geram Azri's. He went up pitam. "You know the price of one of those wines is more expensive than the price of your salary for a month?!"

Widya sniffed her shoulders. “I know. Then?"

"Why did you throw it away? I got all that with great difficulty!"

Widya no longer cares about the plotting or shouting of Azri. He doesn't want to know anymore. It is up to this man to be furious or scold him all out.

"I don't want to argue with you tonight. You have to go to sleep because tomorrow we have a very busy schedule" Widya said flatly, trying to fight Azri who looks like an angry lion who wants to kill her.

"Now you have no right at all to govern me."

"Oh, baby I can.“

Before Azri replied to Widya by swiftly handcuffing Azri's hands.

"Hey! What else is this?!"

Widya will pretend to be deaf for tonight. He did not care about Azri's screams as he dragged the man into his room and locked him inside.

"Widya, I'll make sure your history ends tomorrow!" azri shouted from the inside and Widya just closed her ears tightly.

"Try it if you can!" reply Widya then went to her room to sleep. "I'm sorry, but you have to go somewhere tomorrow" she added slowly.

"Mistake it yourself why won't you listen to me." Widya then turned off her room lights to sleep.

***

"Wake up."

Azri felt shocks in her body that fell asleep on her carpet after a night of indistinct anger on the items in her room. He could not punch or throw anything because his hands were handcuffed by the crazy girl.

What's wrong until Widya puts handcuffs on both her hands?

By the time Azri opened his eyes, the girl was well-groomed with a casual dress and a backpack on her back.

"Wake up idler."

Shocks befall Azri again as he reluctantly wakes up from his slumber.

"What else do you want now?" Azri's upset. He did not even care about his disheveled appearance like a person who had just been caught in a storm.

Widya gives Azri a training shirt.

"What's this?"

"Training sweatshirt, young master Pradipta." Widya rolled her eyeballs.

"I know, I mean what did you give me this for?"

"Past get ready. From today you are officially a Pradipta Group training participant."

"What the hell?!"

This morning, it was Azri who had to shout in shock.

Connect ....

Do you like it when I use the words "you" or "you" in dialogue? If I personally prefer the word "you" yes, because baku.