Married Bad Boy

The Part 67

Azri looked at Widya who was lying on the bed with an infusion hose stuck in her hand. He turned his memory back on the incident an hour ago, when Widya was surprisingly uprooted when he was about to leave the apartment. His entire world seemed to stop when his wife's limp body collapsed on the floor.

Azri forgets his intention to leave and like a possessed man runs to meet his wife's slow body. In a panic he patted Widya on the cheek. Paranoid feelings surrounded his heart. He thought Widya had a heart attack or something. Without thinking of anything else he immediately took Widya to the hospital and the doctor gave her intense treatment. He was only able to sigh in relief when the doctor told him that Widya had only a fever.

Doctors have given Widya a heat-lowering injection. Now his wife is sleeping. However, he could not sit quietly because during unconsciousness Widya continued to delirious, confusing words that were not so clear. Her expression looked uneasy, not knowing what was happening in her dream. Azri continued to wipe the sweat around Widya's neck and temples with a feeling of anxiety.

Azri saw Widya move her eyes. He was happy to see that. Reflexes he stood up and waited happily until Widya opened her whole eyes.

"Darling," whispered happily.he rubbed Widya's forehead as her wife's eyelids opened perfectly. Widya blinked her eyes many times, her dimmed iris looked at her place and stopped when she looked at Azri's eyes.

"Where is this?"

His voice was so hoarse, making Azri's heart ache. He could feel how painful Widya was right now. With guilt mixed with regret Azri rubbed his head.

"You were in the hospital, you lost consciousness because of the fever. But you take it easy, the doctor's been taking good care of you."

Suddenly Widya's eyeballs widened. His pale white skin became more and more obvious, he was surprised to find out where he was now. He also just realized there was an infusion hose attached to his hand.

"Hospital?!" hysterical shouting.

Azri blinked her eyes in panic as Widya with her frail body tried to get up.

"I don't want to be here, I want to go home" Widya pleaded.

"That's impossible, your health ...."

"I don't care, I hate hospitals. Please, I don't want to be here."

Widya was really light this time. He almost cried when he said it. He hated hospitals and since he was a child he never liked them.

"Can't, honey. You're still sick.“

Azri tried to put Widya to sleep trying to rise. Widya gripped Azri's hand trying to make her lie down. Her watery eyes were staring at her pleading.

"I beg ...."

Azri was tenuous, he could not disappoint Widya. However, he was worried about the health of this girl. She is ill and Azri is not sure Widya will get the treatment she needs at home. At the end of his defeat Azri on Widya's seriousness. He did not want to dispute his wife's request anymore.he heaved a heavy sigh.

"Well, we go home after I talk to the doctor." Azri kissed her forehead and left Widya.

As per request, Azri brought Widya back home. He asked his family's personal doctor to take care of Widya intensively and his room turned into a nursing room for Widya. Complete medical equipment is there to support the health of his wife.

"Now you can sleep peacefully, you are home" Azri said. Widya smiled, happy that Azri granted her request.

"Thank you."

Azri. "Get well soon. I don't like to see you lying weak like this, you are my strong Widya.” He also lay down beside Widya, kissed her forehead back and docked the blanket.

The doctor had given her the medicine and Widya had to rest for the medicine to react.

Widya stared at her before a sudden drowsiness made her eyes heavy to stay awake. "You're not going to see your father, are you? I still want to work there," she said weakly.

"No." This time Azri answered him confident. la will not ask Widya to stop working again.

At least at the moment. Although Azri is still curious about the thing that makes Widya's behavior so strange. He was more worried about what his father did to the girl he loved.

Widya smiled. Although only a thin smile, but it made Azri relieved. He let Widya fall asleep. Then leave her to complete a stack of office tasks that were sent by her assistant through a fax machine.

***

Despite his concentration, Azri still could not focus on work.he thought of the possibility that Widya hid from him. He moved from his seat and looked at Widya who was still asleep. He let out a sigh of relief when he checked that the girl's body temperature had returned to normal.

"you almost made me die of anxiety" she scolded no one. The girl's body was already drenched in sweat. Azri took the initiative to take a change of clothes for Widya to wear when she woke up later.

A set of pink silk pajamas was already in his hands. However, he was confused where Widya put her underwear.he glanced at the closet with many drawers that were next to the dresser. Maybe he put it there. Azri put the pajamas on the bed and then moved to open one of the top drawers. He smiled because he was on target. Widya did arrange her underwear there.

"His frilly taste is suitable," his mind was filled with naughty things when he held the ************white lacy.

Azri realized he was not in the right condition to think perverted and shook his head to dismiss the thought. he snatched the origin of the bra and intended to push the drawer when his gaze was drawn to a map that was deposited at the bottom of the drawer.

"What's this?"

Without a second thought Azri pulled her out. He does not think that everyone has privacy that should not be violated. Azri opened the map without hesitation. somehow he was curious when he was ordinary he never cared about this kind of thing.

"Oh, letter of agreement," he muttered spontaneously when reading the title of the paper in the top appendix.

Azri had no intention of reading more thoroughly, but his eyes then widened when he saw the signature that was at the very bottom of the paper. He could not have forgotten what his own signature form.

What kind of agreement until his father handled everything!

As Azri's possession reads every word in the paper without anyone being missed and the next second he freezes.

No way! No way!

Widya Lovarza couldn't have done it!

His head shook his head quickly trying to shake that thought. Widya is unlikely to agree to this kind of agreement! What the fuck is all this? How can a marriage be at stake like a business deal?

Only his father could do this kind of thing! And it automatically explains why Widya is so pale and hysterical when she is about to confront her father. Obviously because of this agreement. What makes her not believe is that Widya wants to do it. Is it for a billion dollars?

The map he held fell. Her body was glazed against the wall while her gaze was blankly glared.

You promised not to leave me for money, didn't you? the words rang like a song played in his ears.

No. gabe.

Widya Lovarza, her growling while massaging her own temples. He did not understand what purpose his father had for this kind of covenant. And what is this? Widya should leave her after she deserves to be the leader of Pradipta Group? What a joke did Dad and Widya do to her!

"Aarrgghh!" Azri growled in annoyance. His fist hit the wall tightly. He was disappointed, he was frustrated with all this.

Widya Lovarza, why? Why?!

***

Widya felt a subtle caress and she woke up from her sleep with a lighter body. The pain in his head was no longer felt. His eyes opened when a kiss landed on his temple. He turned his head and smiled to find Azri lying next to him. It was only fitting that he felt so comfortable, he slept in Azri's arms. Her husband's sturdy arm became her pillow.

"Are you better?" his whispers.

Widya nods.

"Yes." Yeah." His voice sounded far away and he realized his throat was feeling dry.

Azri immediately gave a glass of water to her. Widya gulped her down to half.

"I'm sorry it's a hassle, usually I don't get sick easily. I don't know--"

"Sstance ...." Azri put her index finger on Widya's lips. The man was now looking at her softly. "It's okay. I'm happy to take care of you." He kissed her lips fast, something light, but made the girl's cheeks blush.

Azri's smile increasingly makes his heart is not careless. Widya doubts whether she can still recover quickly after an attack like this. He hid his red cheeks by pulling a blanket over his face. Azri chuckles amusedly.

"You're still embarrassed too after I kissed you hundreds of times?" her puckering made Widya even more embarrassed.

Widya had no intention of answering and she let Azri do anything like looking at her.

Azri continued to stare at her with a difficult to interpret gaze. Widya frowned because however the expression made her curious.

"Is there anything you want to ask?"

Azri shook her head, either listening to her question well or not. Now Widya is like seeing a flash of wound from the eye bead. He did not dare to draw a good conclusion.

"Am I being too selfish?"

Suddenly Widya felt bad about her compulsion before she fainted and when she was in the hospital.

Azri shook her head back. Oh, that's not the problem. However, why did Widya feel Azri wanted to say something to her?

Azri smiled once more, slightly bending her body to whisper something right in Widya's ear.

"I want to kiss you until I'm out of breath."

Instantly, a red tinge again adorned both Widya's cheeks. The girl looked up at her head, trying to figure out if that was the meaning behind Azri's current expression? Like he's right. The man smiled meaningfully with his palms already on his cheeks since earlier, rubbing her gently.

“If you mind, it's okay. I know this request is very selfish considering you've just recovered."

Widya was very relieved to know that Azri had a worried face because she hesitated to ask if she could kiss him or not. Of course, how could Widya refuse.

"Just do. You're my husband" she replied in a soft voice.

Azri smiled, although in his heart felt tight and sick to visit. Unspeakable, Azri clasped Widya's jaw with her burly palms and their lips met again a few seconds later.

Widya's body warmed up to receive Azri's touch. Not the heat of a fever, but the heat of a burning passion of his self.

Why does it feel like for so long he hasn't had a hot kiss like this?

Azri toppled over Widya with her elbows propping up her body, she did not want to overburden Widya. With all her heart she kissed every inch of Widya's sweet lips.

Really, Azri was eager to spill all her grunts about the agreement he read to Widya. However, the ego manages to hold it back. He believes Widya is not a lowly girl who only thinks about money, at least that's what she believes.

If Widya is a materialistic woman, maybe a lot of her money has been drained. However, until this moment Widya never asked her to buy luxury items. He did not know the purpose of his father asking Widya to do all this he still trust Widya.

After busy contemplating her final Azri decided, she would believe in this girl. He may be a fool, but his great love has made Azri reluctant to let go of this girl. No matter what agreement there is or not. He is willing to give the same price as long as Widya stays with him. He will offer it later, when the time is right.

Connect ....

And finally Azri knew .....