Not a Contract Marriage

Go home

Not felt the fast time running, now Dira and Gara have arrived in Jakarta to leave the airport.

Dira is still attached to Gara because he still feels the feeling of being on a plane in the air.

Even the steps are a little heavy to carry walking.

Gara was about to hold Dira because he could not bear to see the state of his wife. But what power if Dira refused. He does not want to be the center of attention what other ingredients gosipan people.

"Master!" There was a call from Reno who ran over to Gara.

Reno's face looked panicked, even behind him were many bodyguards following.

"Why?" Ask Gara.

Although I already knew that if Reno prepared a bodyguard there would be many reporters waiting in front. But the purpose of the question Gara not in that direction, but the situation that happened.

Although his name and picture often adorn magazines and newspapers and business news. But very rarely do reporters chase him. Usually the reporters will pursue it if there are interesting problems from him that can be made news.

"The news about Mr. Intan's closeness spread to the media. But just a discourse, the reporters came here to interview, sir." Bisik Reno so as not to be heard by his superior wife.

Because she nodded in understanding, releasing Dira's hand grip that made the woman look up.

"Why?" Ask wonder.

"No papa, in front of a lot of reporters. So make sure you don't let go of the hug, Mom."

Dira nodded and increasingly hugged Gara, because he still felt less good after getting off the plane. Is this called airsickness? Her thought.

The couple walked in tight guard by bodyguards. While Reno di stood in front of Gara to protect as well. As soon as the two got out of the airport, a spotlight of cameras and questions sprung up storming.

" Can you explain the news, sir?"

"Is it true that you have a relationship with both the artist and the initial model I?"

"Are you dating your own artist, sir?"

"What about your wife?"

"Is your marriage still okay?"

"Did your wife know about your relationship with the artist?"

"Are you still in a relationship with that artist?"

A series of questions after questions continued to be thrown by the reporters.

Dira gets her body closer to Gara. Anyways? Dira is just a layman who has never been highlighted by the camera, what else is dealing with the name of a journalist.

Dira even hid his face in the chest of the husband while continuing to follow Gara's footsteps.

Arriving in the car, Dira can breathe a sigh of relief.

"Huh, how horrified are their questions." Complain Dira.

"The name is also a news hunter" said Gara.

"What's the matter, man? Who are you deketing?" Tanya Dira was curious.

"Former," replied Casually.

"former? I'm an ex, I'm still talking about."

Dira closed his eyes again as he was still not fully recovered from the effects of boarding the plane.

"Feed yuk first!" Take Gara the gelengi Dira.

"But you have to eat."

"There will be more reporters."

"Well, we eat at home."

Dira nodded assuring only. What she wanted at this moment was to close her eyes for a moment.

Arriving at Ira's grandmother's house, both of them have been welcomed by those who have homes.

"Oh my goodness, my grandchildren are home. How come home, son?" The old woman hugged Dira full of affection as well as happiness.

"Welcome home, son."

"Thank you, Grandma."

"Let's go in."

Ira's grandmother wants to bring Dira alone into the house. While Gara who wants to be left immediately filed a protest.

"Ah yes, sorry. Grandma almost forgot about you." Grandma Ira's.

Gara can only shake his head.

The three people entered together, while their luggage was being dropped by Reno.

"Hello, Sister-in-law."

Dira turned his gaze towards the familiar voice.

"Mega?" Dira Shocked.

"Hehehe kangen huh?"

The two friends hugged each other happily, letting go of longing. What's more for almost 2 weeks, just once when Dira's wedding reception the two meet.

"I miss you." Dira hugged Mega while shaking both bodies to the right and to the left.

Like a child who misses each other. Even those who used to feel bad, have now improved greatly.

"How come you can be here anyway?" Tanya Dira was curious.

Dira did not know that actually Mega Grandmother Ira. That's why Mega's presence at Ira's grandmother's house became the question. What else is a very casual Mega outfit.

"I'm your sister-in-law." Dira's forehead shriveled at hearing it.

"Sister-in-law? What do you mean?" Ask Dira.

"Papa Madi, who became your adoptive father. It was my real papa."

Mega smiled looking at Dira who seemed to still think hard. Digesting what really happened.

"Your birth father? So, papa lift me up is your birth papa?"

Mega nodded.

"Can't you?"

"Yes, can. Our papa is with your father-in-law your brother. But your father-in-law is older." Mega explained.

Dira blinked his eyes quickly, still thinking about what he had heard.

His adoptive father is Mega's biological father. And his father-in-law was the oldest brother of his adoptive father.

"So you're really a rich man's son? Didn't you say you were a bum? No parents, no purpose."

Dira said plainly and unconsciously already said all what Mega first said to him.

Mega who heard Dira's innocent speech can only grin withstanding fear. How not to be afraid that his mother has glared at him.

"Oh, so homeless. No parents and no goals, right?" Mama Rida said with a grit of her teeth.

"Ehehehe .. that, Ma. Just kidding me that was it." Mega scratched his head.

"Huh, you can already find your own money. Trus you doain Mama with Papa already no yes?"

Mama Rida stood up from her seat, her hands were clenched and rubbing each other ready to hit.

"Norh ...." Mega runs out of the living room where Ira's grandmother's family gathers.

"Here you! You bad boy. Brash kid, Mama hit you huh?"

There was a chase action between Mama Rida and Mega to the second floor where the Mega room is located.

"out Mega! Out!" yelled madam Rida.

"No, Mama's punch hurts." Reject Mega.

"It doesn't hurt, son. It feels good, like you're eating fried chicken with the same people you love," persuaded mama Rida.

"Long ..."

The commotion from the second floor was only responded to by the trunks of people who were on the first floor of the living room.

In the past every time they gathered, there would always be a commotion between Mama Rida and Mega. The naughtiest kid in Grandma Ira's family.

"Kok mama Rida's angry? Did I have a wrong word?" Mumbled Dira was astonished.

"Today's just the two of them, here sit with Mama alone."

Mama Ella pulled Dira sitting on the sofa next to her. He did not want this only daughter-in-law to be contaminated with the behavior of his brother-in-law and nephew.