Married Bad Boy

Nightly

That night, Azri spends the rest of the day with Marleen. The girl who works as a designer welcomes Azri in her apartment happily. They exchanged 'greetings' warmly, Azri sighed. Right, it's better that he gets married to Marleen than Widya.

Marleen represents everything Azri wants from a woman. Beautiful facial lines charming, tall and slim body thanks to his experience as a catwalk model, as well as a brilliant brain that has been proven by the results of his designs that have always been a hot topic in various fashion magazines. Besides Marleen is a fun girl. He never got bored with that girl.

"You're really getting married to that girl, what was her name?" marleen asked, looking fixedly at Azri who was lying beside her.

Only a blanket now covered his body on the bed in Marleen's room. Azri who felt her fatigue reduced, lay down casually.

"Widya Lovarza Anindita, a name you don't need to remember," Azri replied as she slicked her shoulders uncaringly. He turned to Marleen who was looking at him worriedly and pulled her waist closer

"What's the point of a marriage if I don't love it? That girl will suffer later." Azri whispered right in Marleen's ear, making the girl sniff her shoulders amused as Azri's lips gently kissed the back of her ear. "Such a marriage will never make me happy."

Azri pressed their eyebrows together, giving off an intimate impression that made the cheeks of the girl beside her blush. Marleen put her hand around Azri's neck.

"You must take responsibility for your words, Mr. Pradipta," whispered Marleen enjoying this romantic atmosphere with her eyes closed. Sometimes they kiss briefly.

"Hm, of course."

"So, can we still meet and make out like this after you get married?" tanyanya naughty.

Azri gave a smile, with one quick movement he was already on top of Marleen's makeup body that was not wrapped by a thread. The girl did not mind at all, instead wriggling happily.

"When you ask."

The next second Azri had already drowned his lips on Marleen's neck. The girl moaned. His hand rubbed Azri's back.

"By the way, wouldn't your nanny be looking for you if you continued to be here?"

"So you're free?"

"certain. I am free to do whatever I want. Like this one."

Marleen did not say anything else because what Azri did next made him dragged to the edge. They are******** in the middle of the silence of the night creeping further and further away.

***

Widya Lovarza Anindita sits on a bed in her apartment room looking at a picture of her parents on a laptop screen. Unwittingly, two clear drops fell from the tail of his eye every time he remembered that the smiling face on the screen would never be seen again. He wiped his tears quickly. Didn't he promise not to cry again if he remembered his parents who had died in an accident?

"Dad, Mom, I'm getting married soon. If you were still here, maybe you could give me some advice. Is what I'm doing right or not?" Her voice choked.

Widya turned her attention to the map lying next to the laptop. He opened the docket, his heart shaken to read the title on it;

Statement Letter of Moving Hands Asset Pradipta Group.

There goes. Widya's eyes closed tightly due to a sudden sharp pain in her throat.

Oh God, he has traded his own self-worth for an asset worth 1 billion? Is the price of his feelings the same as the price of one luxury villa Mahendra gave him?

The letter has already been signed and there will be other consequences if he cancels it. He could not back down even though his heart was now screaming that this was the biggest mistake he had made.

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