Married Bad Boy

Dilemmas

"Let's go up, we'll leave together.“

Widya is surprised to see Azri open the car door for her as she arrives in front of the apartment to go to the nearest bus stop. The man kindly offered her a ride to the office, but before her he never cared how Widya went to the office.

"If you force." Widya also thinks this way is more efficient. It can save time and expenses.

During the trip, the two of them were both silent. Azri focused on driving the car while Widya was busy with her own thoughts. Azri's kindness this morning must not make her forget the purpose of this marriage. He does not have to remember the payment he received for the task he had to complete during his marriage to Azri.

The memories of that day came back to his mind.

That day, in the CEO's room, Widya sat opposite the owner of the room. On the table that separated between himself and Mahendra lay a letter.

"Please sign, this is the Pradipta Group Transfer Statement Letter. This will be approved by my lawyer. Keep in mind, once you sign this affidavit, you are officially bound by all the terms listed in the contract."

Widya just stared at the sheets of paper presented in front of her. His conscience rages between rejecting or approving of her. It was like a cat sandwiched between rock crevices. If he complies with his heart to refuse Mahendra's lifelong request, he will die a pinch, but if he follows his wits, he is indeed free, but a restraint rope is tied around his neck, it makes them unable to move freely.

"I hope you don't disappoint me" Mahendra said in a concerned voice that made Widya's soft heart unable to resist.

Mahendra sighed, with a parent-like attitude that worried his children. “Azri is my only son. Like whatever his character, he is my most precious treasure. I don't want him to be stuck on the wrong path. If Azri continues to behave as he is now, I will continue to worry about the future later. I can't possibly continue sitting in the chair of leadership for as long as it's. He is my hope. Azri is the future for me and my family.“

Widya's deepest heart was touched to hear the words that were said with a full and sincere feeling. He was filled, drifting in pity and sympathy. Mahendra was really worried about Azri and the plan was sparked because of the high expectations that the beak man had hung about his son.

I don't know why the figure made him remember his late father who had long died.

All the doubts that had been holding Widya's heart back seemed to disappear. There is now a belief that he must help Mahendra get his son back on the right track. He has no doubt.

"You take it easy, sir. I'm sure I can help you fix Azri's bad attitude even though it will take time,“ Widya said confidently.

Mahendra smiled happily. “I know I've asked the right people for help. Now please read carefully every word in that contract and then you sign."

Widya took the contract letter and read it carefully. For the other requirements he had no problem, but when his eyes came to a halt at requirement point number three, he suddenly felt his heart stop beating. With a doubtful hue he raised his head staring at Mahendra.

"Anu, Sir. What does requirement number three mean? I'm supposed to divorce your son if your son deserves to be the head of the Pradipta Group?"

Widya doubts whether she is ready to hear Mahendra's explanation for his question, but she is very curious. Therefore he had prepared his heart if the answer he heard was the worst news of a lifetime.

"Don't I say it clearly from the beginning? I asked you as a mentor to bring Azri back to being a good person. Marriage was the first step to limit my son's bad behavior. She would not suspect this plan if her mentor was her own wife. I'm sure you can do it."

Widya. What the hell does that mean? How can anyone in the world take the sacred bond of marriage lightly, such as a deal just endorsed by a signature? Mahendra had absolutely no idea that marriage to a Widya Lovarza meant her lifelong devotion. If she is married means she will give up half her life to her husband. How can marriage be equated with a business agreement? In that instant Widya felt like she had been deceived.

"Hows it? I guarantee you'll have nothing to lose. I was responsible for you during your time as the daughter-in-law of the Pradipta family. Later after you divorced my son, your life will be guaranteed. You just have to hold on until the end. But I suggest that you don't use your feelings while educating my son."

Widya feels her mouth is muddled and her brain is dead. He doesn't know what else to say. He stared at the letter of agreement in his hand and then looked back at Mahendra's pleading face. Each breath felt heavy and he had no choice but to accept it.

"All right."

There was a sigh of relief as the word was spoken. Widya took the pen that Mahendra gave her and put a signature on the letter.

At that time Widya was determined, she did this to help Mahendra. He will regard the man as his own father.He also promised not to use his feelings in carrying out his duties.

It's just that, in any mission there are always unpredictable variables. So did Widya. He does not know that Azri El Pradipta is a typical man with a character that can make him fall in love easily. As far as he knew it from the beginning, he would never sign the treaty.

"Why your face?"

Widya is drawn back to the real world after hearing Azri's ear-piercing voice. He looked over and found the man staring at him in wonder. Widya immediately put a smile on her lips. In his heart he hoped Azri did not realize the confusion of his facial features.

"It's okay."

"You are like someone who is worried about the whole world,” said Azri this time with an anxious tone.

"Just your feelings."

"Oh, maybe you're just tired after last night."

Azri's knot smile was embedded, automatically reminding Widya back on their beautiful night a few hours ago. An unlicensed red tinge adorns both of her white cheeks. What's the matter? Why did he blush?

Widya let Azri clasped her hands as they walked the two of them into the company lobby. Some people were stunned to see the incident, but like Azri did not care. Everyone knows that they are husband and wife.

Without Azri realizing it, along with a sincere smile embedded in his lips, sadness actually covers every corner of Widya's heart. la worried about the contract problem that the deadline is getting closer and closer. He does not know whether the end of this play will be happy or even make it worse. It all depends on what Azri does next.

Widya is really a dilemma every time she looks at Azri's face which is getting more cheerful. she wonders what happened to that face as she knew about her contract with her own father. He was afraid that it would ruin Azri's smile.

"See you later."

Widya regained her senses from her daydreams when Azri's kiss landed on her cheek. she quickly looked up at Azri's face for the sake of looking at Azri's face, surprised by the impulsive behavior of the man. Azri's happy face actually makes Widya a little sad. He looked at her so deeply.

"Are you going to do well to complete this project?"

Azri feels there is something strange about the way Widya looks at her. His wife looked anxious, hesitant, and afraid. What the hell is going on?

"Of course. why?"

Realizing Azri was staring at her probing, Widya quickly normalized her facial expression. He adorned his face with a bright smile.

"Goodoo. Fight for this company to advance."

Azri had looked at Widya for a few moments and it managed to make her nervous-fear her theatrics exposed. Fortunately, Azri's smile following her gave a little relief.

The atmosphere felt silent for a while after Azri said that shocking sentence. Widya was fixated, especially on the black eyes of Azri who was staring at her straight. He was eager to ignore it, but those sharp eyes that shone with hopeful twinkle could not make him distracted by anything else. It had an impact on the intensity of his heartbeat that was getting tight.

"Didn't you say I should be a more responsible man for either me, or my family. I'll start from now on."

Azri's remarks made Widya more hopeful. His eyeballs widened and a pleasant foreign feeling infiltrated like a soothing dew in the morning. Can he interpret Azri's words as the expression of his heart?

"Widya Lovarza." Azri suddenly grasped both of her hands. Widya blinked her eyes many times, shocked. The man looked at her straight.

"After last night, I realized that I really need you" Azri said sincerely and deeply. His low tone of voice was like a substance that froze all over his body in just a few seconds. Even so Widya could not deny her heart was very excited.

Please tell me the truth, Widya hoped inwardly. At the very least if you say about your feelings to me, I won't feel like selling myself for money anymore.

Azri slowly pulled herself closer eroding the distance between them. That fixed gaze had not been shifted since earlier from his eye view.

"Widya Lovarza, I like you."

Widya did not know what to comment to hear the statement that was awaited her long ago because she was too late. He didn't expect to hear it now. He has not yet prepared his heart at all. He was not sure if he could still stand upright while joy continued to overflow within him. His eyes began to blur and he forced himself to look at Azri's eyes.

"Now I understand the reason why the old man wanted me to marry you."

This time Widya nodded. Suddenly the shadow of Mahendra's expression when he warned him about point number three in the container was back. Fear and anxiety mingled to make his mind dizzy. However, Azri's hand caresses cleared her mind again. He realized now Azri was closing his face.

"What?" Widya was pounding looking forward to what Azri would do.

"You are the girl who came to teach me another meaning of love."

Azri smiles about to reach for Widya's red lips, but she undoes her intentions when she realizes someone is approaching from the corner of her eye. He chose to kiss Widya's forehead.

"We meet at lunch later," he whispered and left Widya who was pounding at her place.

Widya took a deep breath after her husband left. Azri is very good at beating his heart. After that he was made chaotic, afraid, anxious, and anxious now the man gave hope and nervousness that made him want to smile like a madman.

"I have to get to work." Widya turned around and all over her body suddenly petrified when she realized Mahendra was standing in front of her with a flat view, an expression that the middle-aged man often shows when he knows the job is not going his way.

"Good morning." Widya lowered her head deeply. A little scared and anxious.

I don't know why lately he has always been paranoid every time he runs into Mahendra. Maybe because he was afraid at any time the man would tell him to divorce Azri because he was not satisfied with his work.

Mahendra stepped closer to her. The sound of the knocking of the man's shoes sounded like death knells to Widya. He stood stiff in his place.

"I hope you don't use your feelings" she said, making Widya sure her father-in-law saw the scene earlier and she obviously didn't like it.

"I understand" Widya's great-grandson.

"I ask you to be the daughter-in-law of the Pradipta family not to attract the attention of my son, but to guide him. If you get caught up in a perverted feeling like love, I'm sure you'll regret it and be hurt" she said in a flat tone.

Widya just nodded without being able to look at the boss and the father of her husband.

"Don't be too tense. I still allow you to enjoy your role as Azri's wife, but remember, don't be too sedentary."

Although Mahendra's way of speaking sounded light and relaxed, it somehow felt so piercing for Widya. Her chest was too fast, feeling like it was about to fall out of place.

'I know, I'm only Azri's temporary wife and this happiness is only temporary. However, do I not deserve to know what it feels like to be loved by a man?'

Mahendra does not know that Widya is breaking her warning. She played the role of Azri El Pradipta's wife.

***

Azri feels funny once every time she sees his wife's cheeks blushing in embarrassment as she stares at her long-like this time. They are now attending a meeting with several leaders of the Pradipta Group company. Widya who took the place right next to her looked wrong and many times dropped the pen in her hand.

"Why nervous Mrs Pradipta?" whiskey Azri.

Widya wavered when she found out Azri leaned her body towards her when saying her.

"We're in a meeting, Mr. GM. Seriously a little" she replied in a professional manner.

Azri only sneered subtly knowing Widya was desperately hiding her nervousness and panic. He did not care about the looks of some of the people who participated in the meeting. For her, the axis of her current attention is only Widya Lovarza. Even the presenter who was roaring in front of there did not interest him anymore. He was more interested to pay attention to Widya's face on appeal the screen full of reports on the sales development of Pradipta Group which was displayed in front there.

he was stunned staring at that face. A typical face that according to her is not so beautiful, but very attractive to look at for a long time. He never tired of spending his time just staring at the face, whether since when this habit began.

"Mr Pradipta, look ahead," Widya's great-granddaughter with reddish reddish back cheeks.

Azri chuckles. As her time had come she stopped teasing Widya. "As your wish, sweetheart," he said slowly and then changed his perspective forward as his wife requested.

Widya was nervous about being looked at by Azri, but in fact it was not the main reason for her asking Azri to concentrate on the meeting, but because Mahendra's eyes kept watching her. It is like a research object that is kept under the microscope.

Mahendra's views have not been focused because they are interested in his son who continues to harass Widya. He was happy when he knew Azri was interested in meeting, but he did not like to see his son was there just to play around. Azri seemed happy when he managed to make Widya feel embarrassed.

Azri must not fall in love with Widya, her inner firmness. I will make this clear to Widya once again.

Connect ....

Poor Widya, too, has a lot of burden on the mind.