Married Bad Boy

The Part 59

The apartment felt so quiet when Widya returned. It was late and he saw no signs of life there. Could Azri have slept? Ryan's friends say that Azri is looking around for her, but she doubts now that Azri is still hanging around out there because of that she heads to her husband's room to find out her answer.

Widya opened the door of Azri's room and she gasped because what greeted her was empty air. Azri wasn't there. Wait, there's no way Azri's still looking for her at night this late. He walks towards his room while trying to call to find out where he is. Before her phone was connected, her steps came to a halt as her eyes were glued to the dining table full of dishes filled with food.

Widya's heart melos down to see her. His shoulders were squeezed and his hands fell drooping on both sides of his body. He even ignored the constant waiting tone of his cell phone. He was too fixated on neatly arranged plates on the dining table. His feet slowly walked closer to the table.

It didn't take long to know that it was Azri's clever hand-crafted cooking and all of it wasn't original cuisine. Azri must have made it with all her heart. Widya could feel his sincerity from the way the man arranged the dishes there.

Widya fell on one of the chairs with tears flooding back her cheeks.

"Why are you doing this?" lirih her perih. His gaze blurred as he looked at all those dishes. "You don't have to pay attention to me. Why are you making all this? You're making me feel more guilty."

Azri's small attention made Widya remember her husband's love statement this afternoon. Something that makes her happy at once sick. Azri was very sincere when he said that. That fact makes him feel worse.

He should interpret it as one of Azri's efforts to break his heart to pieces. Oh wait, indeed Azri had already broken her heart with those words. Proven by now his heart that feels so sore and sick.

Regardless of Azri's intention of breaking her heart or not, Widya knows that what makes her heart this sad is the sense of not wanting to lose Azri. He did not want to part with the man because he loved him so much. Mahendra was right, should he not use his feelings in this task.

Widya was lying on her bed with her glasses perched on her nose. He decided to forget for a moment about Yuna and the covenant. Now what is more worried about her is the existence of Azri. la just realized Azri did not bring her cellphone when she found it lying on the sofa.

"What's he doing now? He should not have to look for me. I'm not running away or anything." No, but not yet. Widya massaged her forehead which felt so dizzy.

There was the sound of the door creaking open and a recognizable voice echoed later.

"Widya Lovarza."

Widya's body stiffened when she realized it was the voice of the person who made her dizzy, but deeply missed her, her husband.

"Azri," his his hiss raised a little head to be able to see Azri.

Widya intended to rise, but too late, his entire body was like a heavy object. A stifled scream came out from his cleft lip. As he opened his eyes slowly, he blinked looking at Azri's face right above his face with his body positioning.

"What are you doing above me? Awake up!"

Widya tried to push Azri's body on top of her, the worry and sadness she felt had vanished replaced with shock and astonishment. He could not let Azri look at him too closely like this. It could be bad if Azri knew he had finished crying.

His efforts did not produce results, Widya is the same as trying to shift a large stone with empty hands.

The real Azri had no intention of doing this at all. His body was tired once after failing to find his wife anywhere. He had already made plans to report this to the police when he returned without success. However, when he checked into Widya's room, how relieved he was when he found his wife lying on her bed.

That girl, after making me anxious half to death and the mist looked for her, she could sleep comfortably there without worrying about me? her inner.

Azri did not think twice more. In one swift motion, he had already jumped onto the bed to hug her tightly. He didn't mean to make Widya panic at all. This girl did not know that she had almost died of fear from disappearing without news. Now he was so relieved after his hands wrapped around Widya's body.

It's real, its inner. Widya Lovarza hasn't left me because I can still feel her heartbeat and smell her body scent.

"Where have you been?" asked Azri low, feeling relieved. Her head won't budge from Widya's neck, sometimes tucking her occasionally.

"I just went for some fresh air" Widya said with great difficulty. Was Azri not aware that his actions were making it difficult for him to breathe?

"Why didn't you take me? I'm worried about you not arriving even after I've prepared a romantic dinner. I thought you were trying to get away from me."

Now Azri forced himself to raise his head so that he could meet face to face with Widya.

This face, his inner, with eyes down every inch of Widya's face. He was grateful to be able to see this face.

"You didn't know I was looking for you, Mrs Pradipta?”

Widya felt her cheeks heat up. In his heart he groaned because again Azri managed to make his heart fall. Really, Azri's gaze tonight was so sincere and Widya could feel the affection from the way Azri was staring at her.

Azri so carefully kissed her tonight. It is undeniable Widya is happy with every way Azri me** his because only this way he forgets his fear of the agreement with Mahendra and Yuna's problems.

Widya feels a little lost when Azri keeps her head away. The man stared at his probing this time. As if he wanted to find out what mistakes he had made. Right, Azri could find her because the words coming out of her mouth confirmed all of Widya's anxiety.

"How long have you been crying?"

Azri didn't even ask 'Are you crying? he asked how long he had been crying.

"I'm not crying." Widya felt stupid to try to trick Azri. Eye drops that fail to be hidden with glasses become real evidence.

Azri immediately squinted his eyes. Her facial expression is getting creepy for Widya.

"If you lie again I'll take off all your clothes now and sleep with you!" her threats made Widya go awry

Can he not threaten me with that sevulgar thing? widya shouted in her heart. After all, he had no intention of telling her that he was crying because he was distressed by the contract letter and Azri's love story with a girl named Yuna.

Aware Widya was ignoring her threat, Azri softened her expression. Now he looked at Widya.

Widya could see the guilt clearly from the look in Azri's eyes. Oh my God, what did I do to Azri? I didn't mean to carve that expression on her face, her inner self.

"I know from Grandpa that you cry. I do not know the reason but can you not cry silently behind my back? I feel so guilty if you do that."

What'd he say? So he knows I'm going to grandpa's today? her inner.

"If you object to something, say it. I promise I will change. If I've done you wrong, don't hesitate to tell me. I promise I won't repeat it again" Azri added in a soft, but deep voice.

You don't know. I cry not because of what you have done to me, but what I will do to you, her mind. However, no one said anything. Widya just stared at Azri with her eyeballs moving restlessly.

"I'm not crying because of you, really," explained Widya slowly hoping Azri could feel her sincerity.

"Then why?"

Widya smiled. "I'm just being sensitive. I just miss my parents. That's why I came to visit grandfather."

Azri knew Widya was lying because she knew clearly her reason was not that. However, he will not suspect or think that no-no at this time. He was sure Widya was just not ready to tell him about any problem that made her cry today.he nodded with a smile to decorate her lips.

"I believe in you."

Widya sighed in relief in heart. Thankfully this time Azri did not act like a detective in the novel by Conan Doyle that he had read. Now he felt difficulty breathing because since then Azri did not want to move from the top of his body.

"Can you wake up?" pinta Widya again. Their position was a bit embarrassing to chat.

"Hmm .. hard choice," muttered Azri. He also just realized his position is so profitable since then. Her gaze now fell on Widya's neck that was level and white, tempting herself to kiss the area.

Azri's conscious Widya starts staring wildly at herself, deftly pushing Azri's body, but the man snatches her hand faster. He knew, when Azri issued his evil smirk like now he could not have a way to escape.

"We're not done yet."

Before Widya realized what was going to happen, she was already trapped under the man's arms. Azri's lips tasted her lips with a soft ci**an which successfully defused common sense. He tried to compensate the way be** kiss Azri who always demanded her partner not to be passive, Azri wanted Widya to reply. They make out long enough until his second breath is thinning.

Azri's shrewd hands had even removed at least four buttons on the top of the pajamas that Widya was wearing. Her breath choked.

Oh, what will Azri do this time? Will he bring me back to sleep? inner Widya. He did not rebel because he had lost his own desire.He wanted to have Azri even though it was only temporary.

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