Married Bad Boy

Nightclub

"I knew I shouldn't have come here."

Widya feels deeply sorry for coming to the elite nightclub that Bella thinks is the easiest place to find Mahendra's son. What was he thinking when he decided to visit this club?

It's simple, because Widya is curious. She wanted to make sure with her own word seonar what the figure of her future husband was. she stepped her foot in.

Not everyone can enter this place. Only people who have VIP membership cards can enter. Luckily Widya asked for Mahendra's help so that she could get access to the VIP card loaned by her father-in-law.

The club is a luxury club where the majority of its members are. Upscale interiors to glamorous decorations made Widya feel misplaced. She glanced at her clothes and was grateful that today she was wearing a semi-formal dress suitable for all situations. At least he wouldn't be seen as a freak. The people there were chatting with each other in fancy clothes that showed their status clearly. A variety of expensive drinks are served by the barista who is working behind the bar counter. Widya did not dare to come closer let alone try it.

Where is that guy?

Widya circulated a glance around the room. she did not find the figure of the man. Once again he glanced at the screen of his phone to make sure the face of Azri El Pradipta. Bella sent him a picture of Azri. That's not so clear either. He decided to enter further until he arrived at the dance hall with set chairs arranged around the edge of the dance floor. Many people who dance there accompanied by music played by a DJ on stage.

The sight of young people dancing made Widya stroke the chest. They move in an adjacent position until the people dancing nearby can touch each other. There are also some couples who take advantage of the opportunity to make out. They fuck each other and everything. Widya immediately turned her eyes away. He knew it was common at night clubs, but still he was not used to seeing it. He rushed across the place and decided to approach the barista area.

"Excuse me, do you know a man named Azri El Pradipta? Can you see it?” widya asked one of the bartenders. The music was loud enough to make him scream a little.

"Azri El Pradipta? Ah you mean, Young Master Pradipta, you can find him in the VIP room on the second floor," he then briefly looked at Widya from head to toe before letting out a wide smile that looked suspicious in Widya's eyes. "You must be her new date? Hmm, Mr. Pradipta changed his taste as it turned out."

"What do you mean?" Widya. His tone of voice offended him.

What's the new date? If Widya is not in a hurry she has thrown the bartender with the thick book she carries. The bartender realized that he had said something undue. He did not want to risk making the woman related to Azri angry. The man cleared his throat and bowed his body.

"Sorry, Miss. The road is there" said the bartender politely.

Widya turned around and walked towards the direction the bartender pointed at. He slowly climbed a wide staircase that would lead him to Azri's place. Arriving at the end of the stairs, he was directly faced with a long hallway with dim lighting. The walls of the hallway are dark in color giving a foreign feel. Widya rubbed her arm which suddenly felt cold.

Did I just go home? Thought Widya was hesitant. There were several closed doors along the left and right of the hallway. He did not know where Azri was. Maybe he should go home.

No. gabe. Widya stopped her body that had already turned around. He has gone so far. It's not like he's alone if he gives up quickly. He only needs to check one by one the room and see if Azri is in between or not. He made a determination and started down the hallway. He stopped at the first door he found. Fortunately, the door was fitted with glass so that he could peek inside without opening the door.

Inside appeared several middle-aged men who were chatting. Widya went straight to the next door. The second door contained several men and their partners, none of them looked like Azri.

His search arrived at the end room which kept his attention locked for a moment. The room was more spacious and luxurious compared to the previous rooms. It seemed like the place was reserved only for truly important guests. Widya peeked inside. If here he still does not find Azri, he will go home.

The second that Widya saw the situation inside, she was exposed to culture shock. His mouth was wide open. In the room there were several young men and their date friends. In there they were not only chatting, but some of them were even making out to exceed the limit. They seemed to be indifferent to what they had been witnessed by others and no one was ashamed.

What the—They came here for that purpose? Widya could not watch further. He had decided to leave when someone from the inside opened the door and made him lean on the door leaf, tumbling down into the room.

"Nrank ...."

Widya screamed stifled as her body collapsed onto the floor covered in thick carpet. The incident automatically turned all the occupants of the room towards him who was now in a kneeling position with his two hands supporting his body, like a person who would perform a prostration of respect.

Just kill me, Widya said in her heart. She could still endure the pain that struck her knee, but not with the embarrassment that immediately whack once she realized everyone was staring at her with various expressions. he could not lift his head. They must have thought of him as a stalker. He promised that if he could make it through tonight he would never peek or enter the nightclub again.

Widya intended to leave the room without raising her face or apologizing to those who were now watching her. However, everything failed miserably as he realized there was a pair of legs adorned with expensive shoes standing in front of him.

"Are you okay?"

The man did not ask. From his tone Widya knew the man was asking that he show his identity. Yes, he's being interrogated. While holding back the embarrassment he hurriedly got up.

"I'm fine" he said stiffly with a contrived smile.

"Who are you? Why are you standing at the door like that? Is there any need for you to be with someone here?" The man in front of him asked curiously.

"I'm looking for someone. I think I'm in the wrong room." Widya doesn't want to be there much longer. He lowered his head intending to leave. However, the man prevented it by blocking the exit.

"Where did you go? After getting caught snooping so you think we'll let you? Tell me, what do you really want?"

Why is this guy suddenly so persistent? Can't he just let Widya go? His arrogant and commanding tone made him uncomfortable. Now he was truly the center of attention of the people in the room. They were also curious. His actions are suspicious, anyway.

"I didn't mean bad. I told you I just wanted to find someone."

"Who? You sure he's in this room?"

"That's ...." Widya glanced at the people who were there. Because he started to feel panic he did not pay attention properly. Besides it feels awkward to also stare at their faces in this kind of situation. "I'm looking for Azri."

"Azri?" The man in front of him raised an eyebrow next to him. He looked at Widya from head to toe, astonished and amazed.

What the fuck is that look? Widya felt like she was being scanned and judged. Really makes it uncomfortable. He really has to go.

"But it looks like he's not here. Sorry to interrupt. Then I'm leaving." Once again Widya lowered her head.

"It looks like you don't know Azri's face," prevented the man again, making Widya stop and turn to him. The man folded his hands and arrogantly said.

"I'm Azri.“

Wh-what?

Widya's mouth gaping at the tall figure strapping in front of her. Without being ordered his eyes immediately scanned the entire appearance of the man who claimed to be Azri. If noticed, he was indeed similar to the man in the photo Bella sent. The dim light and panic made Widya unable to recognize him earlier.

So this guy is Azri El Pradipta? What happened to this world? The man before him was the most handsome and dazzling man he had ever seen in a lifetime. Black eyes as sharp as eagle eyes that look at him firmly, his tall body shape is firm, and the composition of his face that is formed so beautiful makes Widya fall fascinated. He did not expect to be able to find the image of his dream man on Azri in a duration of just a few seconds.

"Who are you? Why look for me?” Azri's voice pulls Widya back to the real world.

Widya found her mouth when she was about to answer Azri's question. "I-it.“

Azri watches Widya carefully and she is sure she has never met this girl before. What's he looking for? There's only one reason why women look for her.

"Ah, so it seems. You are interested in me.“

A reasonable conclusion. It was already not a rare sight if there was a girl chasing him to this persistence.

"Pullied?" Widya was shocked by the allegations. But it's not wrong either. He was indeed looking for Azri with a curious reason, that's all. No less, no more.

"Yes, of course." Azri approached Widya and her eagle eyes were like arrows piercing her heart.

I must not waver because of his gaze. Widya Lovarza Anindita, be strong!

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I changed the title and cover.