Married Bad Boy

The Part 32

Widya sat on the sofa living room of Adam's resting house. The place is quite spacious minimalist style with large windows that present beautiful sea views. Her tears had stopped, but the pain was still in her heart. He had reminded himself that Azri was like that. Always surrounded by women wherever they are. Then why is he still hurt?

"You're crying out of jealousy?” ask Adam softly.

Widya jerks. With a heart of denial. According to him, the word 'jealousy' is not very suitable to define his current feelings.

"No."

"Then why are you crying?" Adam said while sterilizing the wound on Widya's hand. "It's obvious you're crying because you saw your husband with another woman."

"I'm not jealous!" widya was irritated, it sounded ridiculous. Moreover, his voice sounded strange because it was mixed by a small sobbing.

"Well, you're not jealous but you like it."

Widya was more surprised to hear it. Jealousy may still be tolerated, but how can Adam say he likes Azri? he fell in love with an arrogant and stubborn man like Azri? Not likely. He would not allow such an important feeling to grow, especially in a man like Azri.

"I don't like it.“

"I know you're not good at lying, and I'm not gullible, so stop denying" Adam said.

Widya looked at the man fixedly with a wondering look. He investigated how Adam could deduce such a worst idea. Do you like Azri? Just be right!

Adam smilingly answered Widya's probing gaze.

"That's it, it's good to be honest with your feelings. Liking your own husband is not a big sin."

Widya was dumbfounded in silence, not out of thought with the casual mind-set of the man in front of her. Adam is the opposite of Kyu Hyun. He was kind, understood the situation, relaxed, and faced everything with a smile.

"Why can you say it so easily. I mean."

"I know what you mean" Adam interrupted, he stared back at Widya's teary eyes. "I still like you, to be honest. But now you belong to another man. I have no right to take you. It hurts when the person I like seems to like someone else. After all, this is the destiny I have to accept. You're not destined for me, you're destined for that man ...."

"Adam ...."

"Don't lie to your feelings anymore." Adam interrupted his words again.

Why does this man insist that Widya likes Azri even though he himself continues to deny it.

"I know you're trying to disavow when you clearly know the answer. The reason why you're crying, and the reason why yesterday you asked me to kiss you."

Widya felt upset because she would not want her heart to agree with Adam's words. This man could always guess his heart correctly. He cried again because he felt defeated in the quarrel with himself. Shit, there's no way now that he likes Azri. No way!

The man wore a smile, which seemed to be mixed with guilt. "In addition I want to apologize for what I did yesterday. I'm outrageous for kissing you without permission, but I don't regret it. Even so, I don't want our relationship to be awkward."

Ah, true. Thanks to today's incident Widya forgot that there was an incident between them. Her cheeks feel hot.

"Such accidents can happen to anyone, and I'm not mad at you. I'm just surprised."

Adam is between lyrical and funny to hear Widya call her kiss an accident. However, he has no right to protest. For Widya's perspective, her kiss was indeed the same as a bad incident.

"I hope you'll see me again after this."

Adam rubbed Widya's head to calm her down.

"Of course" said Widya.

"thank you. Now it's my turn to treat your wounds."

***

"Uncle, did you see the man who brought the woman here?" azri asked a man who was trimming a hedge in front of his house. At the end of the turn, he lost Widya and Adam.

Azri quickly turns his head on the whitewashed house appointed by the uncle of the lawnmower. That guy dare to take his wife there? Can't be allowed! Azri ran quickly towards the house.

The unlocked fence made it easy for Azri to enter. He was already standing in front of the door and was intent on brutally knocking her when he heard strange noises from the window beside his open.

"Aw, sick."

Azri widened his eyes. He held his breath at the sound******Widya from inside the house. What are they doing inside? Is it possible ...? No way!

Azri could no longer remain silent at the door. He has to break in whatever the reason is. He intended to bang on the door when he realized the door was not locked. The foolish man was careless as hell not to lock his door. This eases his effort. He walked in with a furious face.

"What are you guys doing?!" azri shouted suddenly startling Adam who was treating Widya's hand. The two people stared at the astonished Azri who was standing in front of the door. His face looked very angry.

Azri himself only realized a few moments later that neither Adam nor Widya did anything strange. He was a little misbehaved then cleared his throat to quell the shame. He turned to look at Adam's hand holding his wife's hand and then rose to Widya's face with a trace of tears.

"You have a lot of guts apparently, what did you do until my wife cried like that!" Azri shouted angrily while roaring to snatch Widya's hand from Adam's grasp and pulled her to her feet.

Widya grimaced as Azri gripped her hand right at the wound. Azri who was shocked immediately released Widya's hand.

"You why?" ask her worriedly.

"He was wounded, and I was treating him" Adam answered first as he stood up.

"Wounds?" Azri pulled slowly Widya's hand held earlier and found a scratch wound that is often obtained when falling.

"Why are you getting hurt?" ask Widya who has been silent since.

"He fell because of you" replied Adam again.

Azri looked irritated.

"Shut up! You better just go there! Don't take care of people's problems!"

Adam laughed a little. "This is my house. You're the one who should go."

Azri again nodded consciously. Because he almost forgot that he was in the man's house.

"Okay, I'll go." He sharpened his eyes. "If you ever approach my wife again, you're dealing directly with me!"

Adam just sniffed the shoulder for surrender.

"Let's go!" Azri pulls Widya out of the house.

"Slow down" Widya said as Azri pulled her hand out.

The man stopped then turned to look at the girl grimacing behind him. Azri wondered why Widya was still whimpering when she pulled an uninjured hand. He only realized when he saw Widya's unequal standing position.

"Why with your legs? You sprained?"

Widya glanced at her own feet. “I don't know. But while walking her pain."

"That's sprained stupid!" assertive Azri while shaking his head.

Why can a girl who is a trainer in Pradipta Group be this stupid? She was not aware that her legs were sprained and could still follow her walking with such a sore leg?

"Wait a minute, I'll call a cab."

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