Married Bad Boy

The Part 73

Widya came out of the toilet after confirming her slightly messy makeup due to tears. He took a deep breath and then exhaled it. After believing himself to be ready to face everyone, he walked down the hallway that would lead him back to the hall.

Widya's steps came to a halt as the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway followed by the voice of a man conversing with women.

"Isn't Azri your past? Why are you still talking to him?"

"Why? Nothing's going on."

Inexplicably Widya hid herself when the figure of Rendra and Marleen who walked across the hall and disappeared after entering turned at the end of the hallway. After being sure of the safe state Widya came out. Unfortunately he had to go across that passageway to get to the party hall. He moved while praying that when he turned he did not need to see the two people.

"You don't love him, do you?"

Widya was shocked by the two people in the hallway, precisely in front of the door of one of the rooms. Rendra seemed to hug Marleen while the woman was powerless to dodge. Widya quickly hid before being caught watching.

"You think?" The voice of Marleen. The tone sounds challenging.

"You guys spent a couple of times together in your apartment, you think I don't know?"

"You also play with your concubine. I'm not the only one who's unfaithful here."

"I've thrown them all away, as you wish. Therefore you must also leave the man who has become the husband of others. From the beginning you were not meant to be with him. He's just having fun with you."

"At least I like her and we're only together until she gets married."

"I know, you're a smart woman. You came back to me when you knew you couldn't get it. I always welcome my fiancee at any time."

"You don't love me."

"I've always loved you. You decided not to believe it."

"How do I believe you're going to sleep with another woman?"

"That's why I quit now, isn't it? Because you came back to me and we finally agreed to get married."

"You're bad."

"But you can't get away from me. Now we'd better settle this debate and we'll do something more fun."

Widya heard the sound of the door opening and closing. They must have entered the room. When Widya peeked a little, the two were indeed no longer in the hallway. He was relieved, then stunned.

From a glimpse of the conversation he stole, Widya concludes Marleen is having an affair with Azri for revenge because the woman was betrayed first by Rendra. Marleen does not expect that she will fall in love with Azri so she hates Widya who has taken the man who is a solace for her. Since it was impossible for Marleen to have Azri, she returned to her fiance who still welcomed her.

Widya sighed, not knowing whether to pity Marleen or not. But he did not want to understand his actions. However, Marleen has chosen a path that hurts herself when choosing Rendra as her fiance. Poor girl, she must have thrown away her pride when deciding to go back to the fiancee who treated her like a toy.

A pat on the shoulder made Widya soar, almost squealing if she did not immediately cover her own mouth with both hands. He turned around quickly, immediately relieved when he found Azri standing in front of him.

"What are you doing here?" Azri was so relieved after finding Widya.

"none. We'd better get out of here.“ la lekas guide Azri to leave the place. Azri did not need to know what he had heard.

After arriving in the hall, Widya was only able to breathe a sigh of relief even though she felt pain in her throat.

"You why? Your face is pale." Azri's handkerchief felt on her forehead.

Apparently Widya is not smart enough to hide her worries. She looked at Azri, her husband tonight looks amazingly handsome. Worries can't let out her alluring charm, Widya knows that.

The light of the lamp that hit Azri's black hair to look sparkling, making Widya attacked by longing and sad. His eyes returned to tears. He should say it tonight. He must leave Azri's life. It feels so claustrophobic considering he has to go when his love for Azri is so great.

"Why are you crying?" Azri gasped in shock at the sight of a tear drop from the corner of his wife's eyes.

"Azri, I have to go."

With tears flowing Widya said to Azri. The man was astonished, not expecting the time to come when he heard those words from Widya.

"What doyou mean. I don't get it. Why do you suddenly want to leave? Are you tired of this party?"

Widya shook weakly. "Not that. I really, really, I have to go away from your life."

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

Azri was glued to a point on his wife's face, her almond eyes which were now flooded with tears. He refrained from grimacing because his heart felt so painful.

"What did you say?" his question was sharp, subconsciously raising his eagle eyes. "Get out of my life? That's right!"

Azri refrained from yelling given their presence in the party hall filled with people. He took Widya by the hand, impatiently pulling the girl away towards the terrace where no one would listen to their chatter. He also closed the door of the terrace. So sure no one would interrupt their conversation, Azri turned to face Widya. He managed to hold back so far. It can't explode. He had to give Widya a chance to explain.

Widya lowered her head for a moment, she knew Azri would yell furiously like this. That is why he has prepared the heart. Although it will feel heavy, but the agreement with Mahendra still has to be agreed no matter the heart that will be victimized.

"I can't put it off anymore, I have to go."

Widya is really frustrated, unable to look at Azri because of her guilt.

Azri clenched his hands with his jaw hardened and teeth chattering, he could not help himself anymore. His father actually waved the war flag at him. Widya wouldn't be like this if it wasn't suppressed by the Old Man.

Widya squealed in shock as her hand was again pulled suddenly by Azri. The man dragged her away.

"Where are we going?" Widya called out in panic.

"Speaking with the Old Man."

"What?!" Widya widened her eyes. He panicked, "No Azri, we can't talk to your father. Now let me go."

Widya thrashed, trying to release Azri's grip that hurt her wrist. Azri paused for a moment, quickly turning around to face his wife.

"No, we should talk to him. This is already too much. He can't set you up, tell you to do things you don't like."

"I don't mind at all, I agree because I want to."

"Then why do you look frustrated?!"

Widya could not answer, her lips clenched without a word being said.

"I'll talk to him. If he keeps pushing, I'll have someone else replace you." Azri turns away, this time not pulling Widya with him.

"No!" Widya is after Azri. The man was already burning with anger. If Widya let him go with a head full of emotions, I don't know what chaos Azri will cause in the party.

Azri circulated his gaze around the hall, looking for his father's figure among the hundreds of guests who filled every corner of the large room. His eyes sharpened, with clenched lips restraining Azri's emotions of walking calmly trying to keep his wife in front of the people.

His eyes grew sharp when he found his father. The man was casually conversing with some of his business friends. He had already prepared all the words that would be used to debate his father. But suddenly his steps stopped because of a pair of hands that wrapped around his waist. His feet stopped stepping and stiffened as soon as the familiar subtle voice sounded.

"Don't El, don't make anything.“

Azri petrified with eyes blinked a few times. He began to hear other voices coming from those around them. Awe-inspiring cries, envious moans, and shrieks of amazement soared in the air.

"Wally." Azri said softly for Widya's actions that managed to make them the center of attention. He had no problem with his wife's aggressive actions. It's just that he's worried about Widya's feelings right now. If he is willing to put aside his shame, it means something serious is happening. Widya really doesn't want Azri to talk to her father. Azri's heart felt so pain and pain over this reality.

Azri sighed, he succumbed to his own ego. That damn deal really tortured both of them and he was very curious what his father would get out of this.

"Alright," he sighed, his palm he placed on Widya's hand that was coiled around her stomach. Patting him lightly as a sign that he gave up and will comply with Widya's request.

Widya kept hugging him. Relieved and embarrassed because he just realized that his actions had attracted the attention of people around them. Instead of taking off Widya's embrace, it was getting her face on Azri's back.

Azri's anger completely vanished that very second. He turned his body and hugged Widya with all his heart. The man whispered softly, assuring Widya that he would not meet her father.

"I'm not going to talk to my father, Widya really is. So stop worrying."

Azri painstakingly wiped away the tear spot on his wife's red cheeks. Widya herself blinked, not knowing when the tears were coming out from between her eyelids.

Widya raised her head, when her eyes met Azri's soft black eyes, Widya felt so relieved. He hugged Azri again and was grateful that the apocalypse for him did not happen.

"Thank you." Widya has no idea what would have happened had Azri spoken to her father and things went awry. Maybe that second too, became the moment of his farewell with Azri.

Azri felt his heart ache, but he tried to ignore, he gently pulled Widya's chin to look up at him. "In return, I want you to kiss me now" he said in a hoarse voice. Azri knew the request made Widya blink in surprise, but her heart knew only Widya's kiss could ease the pain in her heart.

Widya was devastated by the sincere eyes of Azri. The man has granted his request then what is wrong if he also granted Azri's request. Widya smiled sincerely and ignoring the attention of the people around them, she touched Azri's jaw and pulled her down so that their lips could meet.

Azri immediately embraced Widya accompanied by breaths of admiration of people. They kissed passionately and made anyone who saw her envious half to death, including a girl standing in the distance. His glittering eyes of light did not like to see that scene. He held tightly to the glass filled with yellowish liquid and placed it hard on the table. A small snarl came out from his lips. She gracefully walked away from that place.

Mahendra is included in people who are fixated on seeing an impromptu opera performed by his son and daughter-in-law. He looked around the room to make sure of something, after feeling nothing strange he looked back at Azri with a great feeling of anxiety. His eyes narrowed at Widya. What did that girl do? He should not have made out with Azri in a public place like this. Snarled.

Widya keeps her face away even though Azri looks very reluctant. Both are gasping and consumed by the same passion. Various expressions flashed as they looked at each other. Truly, it would have felt Widya told me that moment too that she was wrapped up in an agreement involving assets worth 1 billion, but she was afraid to see Azri's reaction. Because of that, all he could do right now was to look at the handsome face of Azri until he was satisfied.

"What are you thinking?" Azri touched his cheek with a fingertip. Widya's reflex closed her eyes when Azri rubbed her cheeks gently. He held Azri's hand and kissed her gently.

"I hope you're happy, El," he whispered hoarsely. "I hope you're always happy."

Azri who felt so moved again hugged Widya and kissed her lovingly.

I don't want to lose you, Widya Lovarza. Never force yourself to escape me if you don't want to, because I will never let you go no matter if the earth has to split and separate the two of us.