Married Bad Boy

The Part 69

The apartment door was open at the time. Azri entered with a happy face. Her smile vanished when she saw Widya slumped on the living room couch. Next to the girl's hand was holding a cell phone and next to her head. From his situation he could deduce that his father had just messed up his wife's mood. Shoulders squeezing. That Old Man!

"Darling!"

Azri purposely exclaimed to divert her sadness. On a lonely night like now he will not let Widya sad. he has made a plan to make Widya stay with him. That deal, he had to screw up before his father told Widya to leave his life.

Widya flinched, she quickly changed her expression when she turned to look at Azri.

"Have you come?" greet her with a cheerful face.

Azri approached Widya and embraced her affectionate. Not to forget he landed a light peck on his cheek.

"You're so pretty" she whispered softly.

The sadness that had surrounded Widya's heart vanished immediately upon hearing her. He smiled with a blushing face.

"Thank you, it's all because of the evening gown you gave me."

"You're wrong, the evening dress was just a complement. You are so beautiful."

Azri gave a bouquet of flowers that had been held in her hand to Widya. The girl smiled broadly accepting her.

"For me?" Widya widened her eyes in amazement then took her. “Ah, we're like we're dating. You gave me flowers and we missed a romantic dinner together."

Azri smiled. "We're going to have a romantic dinner."

"Really?"

"certain. Come on."

Widya does not know that tonight Azri is already planning something that will mess up the contract agreement between Widya and her father.

I'm not going to let that Old Man destroy me for all his times because it's Widya Lovarza, you have to be ready because tonight I'm going to tie you to my life.

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Widya sighed without jub while circulating her gaze around. His place was the most impressive place he had visited in his lifetime. He had never had dinner in such a luxurious place before. He did not dare to imagine how much a serving of food would cost here. However, above all, all her nervousness tonight centered on the handsome man in a gray suit in front of her.

Azri repeatedly threw a smile that made her misbehave. Luckily Widya has not done anything embarrassing so far, for example dropping a spoon or spilling her drink.

Dinner this time somehow feels so romantic. Azri invites him to talk lightly and occasionally they laugh. For a moment Widya forgot about Mahendra's remarks on the phone. All that worry was gone by joy.

"Why do you keep looking at me?"

Thanks to Azri's intense gaze, Widya was unable to enjoy her food in peace.

Azri smiled faintly, with an elegant gesture he drank his wine then looked back at Widya.

"There's something I really want to do when I decide to finish my life with a woman."

Azri spoke so softly. Widya blinked her eyes. Jesus, what is Azri going to do? He can't wait for her.

Azri clasped her hand that was leaning on the table. He blinked his eyes, even his chest was pounding. Azri placed a small blue velvet box.

"That." Widya's words hang. He looked at Azri in disbelief, as if hesitating to say what he almost spoke.

Azri nodded lightly, knowing what Widya was going to say. Widya's conjecture is true.When Azri opens the box, Widya can only hold her breath because the one inside there is really a ring. His eyes rose looking at Azri.

Without saying anything, Azri pulled her hand which she still held and pinned a diamond-eyed ring on her ring finger. Widya could only blink her eyes. He was at a loss for words to express how excited he was to be given a ring as beautiful as this by a man especially a man like Azri, his temporary husband.

"This ring is the binding sign of me.“

A word from Azri managed to make Widya focus back on her. "Basher?" ask her with widened eyes.

Highlight Azri's eyes this time softened. Widya could see the earnestness from the look in those eyes. Something that makes her clam up and nervous. He realized there was not a single one of his bodies that was not fixated on Azri's black eyes.

"Even if you want to run away from me, you won't be able to. Even if you try to escape from me, you will eventually come back to me. And if you disappear from me, then that ring will lead me to find you."

Widya was filled to hear the string of verses Azri for her. Deep and at a loss for words. His attention was repeatedly diverted from Azri's face and the fingers of her hand were encircled rings. Without realizing it, her eyes became blurred by tears. The ring she could not see. He is confused to be sad or happy.

My time won't be long, why did you leave such fond memories to me? Inner Widya. How can I forgive myself with all your kindness?

"Are you willing to be stuck with me for the rest of your life?"

His round eyes blinked again, Azri's words like a hammer jolting himself. Suddenly he felt sad and helpless because he did not have the words he deserved to answer. Finally, he could only let out a smile, a sincere smile full of gratitude.

"If God wills me to be with you, I will gladly accept."

Azri was speechless seeing Widya's expression. Surprised by his words. There is an urge within him to hurt anyone who can make his girl like this. Widya had desperately held back her tears and tonight Azri had no intention of making Widya sad. He'll make her happy.

Azri soon rose as the music played. Some of the guests did the same.

"What's going on?" widya muttered confused because suddenly the restaurant lights dimmed. When he turned his head, he could only gape at seeing Azri extending a hand at him.

"Why?"

"We're going to dance, My Queen." Azri smiled like a king who invited his empress to dance.

Without waiting for Widya to welcome her hand, Azri grabs Widya's waist, makes her stand up and leads her to the dance floor, as do other guests.

Widya blinked her panicked eyes as soon as they stood in the middle of the dance floor. "I can't dance" she was embarrassed.

Azri did not listen, instead put a hand on her waist and another one grasped her hand tightly. The man smiled sweetly.

"Dancing doesn't need practice, you just have to follow my moves."

Azri's soft voice stroked her hair. Widya panics as soon as Azri's legs start doing dance moves. He repeatedly missteps and almost steps on Azri's feet. However, Azri clenched her so tightly that she felt her heart almost explode.

"Don't be nervous."

Azri's voice again stroked his ears, making the fur of Iuduk slightly bristled. Not daring to look up at his head, so nervous that his hand that he put on Azri's shoulder felt stiff. As Azri suggested, Widya tried to follow her steps.

One, two, three, one, two, three ....

Widya continued to chant the three words until the end she got used to it. Azri is right, no special skills are needed to be able to memorize dance movements like this. At the end of his life Widya managed to fly Azri's movement and he danced with ease.

"Easy, right?" Azri smiled faintly noticing a smile begin to pinch on his wife's lips.

"It's not as complicated as when I was learning Tango," Widya replied as she clenched Azri's neck with both of her hands.

Now they danced slowly with music that softened their closeness so intimate, and Azri positioned their bodies as much as possible.

"You ever learn Tango?" Azri raced no jub. He did not expect a conservative girl like Widya also thought to learn dance like Tango.

"Yes, but it failed because my body couldn't keep up with its dynamic movements."

"But you always manage to follow my moves every time we make love."

Widya felt her cheeks heat up quickly hearing such a vulgar and direct statement from Azri. In a romantic moment like this, Azri can allude to their room problems. It was not a fitting topic to come up when they were conversing in a public place like this.

"How can you discuss it with that task?" hiss Widya shy.

Azri chuckles. Next to his hand that was originally silent at the waist crawled up to touch the nape of Widya.

"Easy, as long as I'm with you."

Widya had trouble swallowing her own saliva. she could not move as soon as Azri's breath hit her cheek. Spontaneously, he closed his eyes aware of what Azri was going to do.

Azri put on her smile seeing Widya's reaction. This girl, it's adorable. Azri no longer hesitated to put their lips together. With all her feelings she clasped Widya's lips between her lips.

Her taste is so incredible.

Amidst the dimness of the room, among the people spinning on the dance floor Widya felt so weak, thumping, and helpless. He doesn't care about people's views. He just wanted to kiss Azri, enjoy how she felt making out with this man before he could never feel her again.

The kiss felt long and deep. Widya could feel how enthusiastic Azri was. Tucked away a sense of joy and sadness from the way she touched every corner of her lips, when the song stopped and the lights came back on, one of them was forced to keep the face away. Azri showed off a satisfied grin seeing Widya so overwhelmed normalizing her breathing.

"I do love you" she whispered. Azri's simple words made her heart beat uncontrollably.

"Me, too." Widya answered her stammeredly, with Widya's reddened face letting Azri guide her back to their table.