NOT A WEDDING DRAMA

CHAPTER 4

Ceklek.

The sound of the door opening.

Aldrich widened his eyes and immediately turned back to face the door. "Metha, what are you doing? Get your clothes on, please." Aldrich.

The shocked Metha immediately covered her body in a thick blanket.

"Al, why don't you knock on the door first?" Upset Metha.

"This is my apartment Tha, the only thing I can do is knock on the door or not." Aldrich replied.

Aldrich's answer made Metha swallow his saliva rough, he did not expect that Aldrich could say that, when usually, Aldrich never brought up what he had given.

"I went to my bathroom, Al." Metha said then went into the bathroom which was still in the main room.

Metha looked at herself in the mirror, "May Aldrich not see this red mark." Metha muttered, "Dimas fuckingnn, how dare he give me a red mark on my body."

After cleaning himself, Metha immediately put on her clothes that she had brought into the bathroom. He had to wear covered clothes to cover up Dimas' bite marks. Though usually, Metha slalu wearing open clothes what else shows the hemisphere of her breasts, but not at this time, she does not want to risk making Aldrich angry at her, but not at this time, he did not want to risk making Aldrich angry at her, it could even decide to throw it out.

"Sadvanced.." Call Metha and sit leaning spoiled on Aldrich's arm.

"Why do you sleep without clothes? Like the one who's finished....."

"Al, you know, if I sleep slalu like that, do not use the interior also because it is not crowded." Cut Metha fast.

Aldrich sighed, he did know enough that his lover often sleeps only wearing his safety triangle.

"Tha, why is this apartment so messy, you know I don't like it if this apartment is dirty. Your clothes are scattered, you can't put your filthy clothes directly into the laundry" Aldrich said in an annoyed tone.

Metha rolled her lazy eyeballs, "I need a housekeeper, Al." Answer Metha.

Aldrich sighed, "You only live alone, you should be able to clean your own dwelling." Ketus Aldrich's.

"But this place is too big, Al. I'm tired of just cleaning it up alone." Metha tries to seduce Aldrich.

But it seemed that Aldrich's mind was slightly open. I don't know, after releasing Davan at the airport, Aldrich's mind seemed to think of something, "Love can, but still use your mind, Al." Davan's words seemed to revolve in Aldrich's mind.

"If you think my apartment is too big, I'll have my assistant look for a hostel for you. How's it?" Aldrich asked who made Metha gawk.

"I...." Call Metha in disbelief.

"I don't like my place dirty, Tha. If you can't take care of my apartment for tired reasons, then I'll just find you a boarding house." Aldrich stood up from his seat. "I have to go to the office, you better clean my apartment, aren't you still on semester break?" Aldrich stepped on his foot but earlier he said, "And one more thing, I don't like it when you go out at night, what's more to drink to get drunk, the smell of alcohol from your breath is still smelled by me."

Brakkkk

Aldrich closed the door a little harshly, making Metha wake up from her daydream.

"Is that true Aldrich? Who would dare to influence him?" Metha muttered while clenching her palms.

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A week passed, Aldrich who dissolved in busyness until there was no gap to meet with Metha. Of course it was Fariz and Stevi who kept Aldrich preoccupied with work so as not to have time to meet Metha.

Clara and Bhishma's wedding will be held today, Clara felt a beating heart, she did not expect if her life would be anchored in the figure of Bhishma, men who are known to be careless and difficult to approach by women.

Intan entered the room of Bhishma, about to see the preparation of Bhishma.

"Are you ready, bus?" Ask Intan the Mother.

Bisma nodded and put her phone in her suit.

Chelsea are coming with Zayn. He congratulated and sincerely prayed to one of his friends.

From afar Sammy looked on with a sense of dislike, he clenched his fingers to see Bhishma with a woman.

Sammy goes up to the mop to congratulate Bisma.

"Congratulations, Bisma. You're finally married." Sammy's words sounding insinuated by Bhishma.

"He's your friend, Mas?" Ask Clara.

Sammy smiled smirk at Clara, "I'm Sammy, Bisma's office mate, your su_a_mi." Said Sammy pressing the word husband on Clara.

"Oh it turns out this is Sammy's sister, greetings to know Brother." Clara returned Sammy's smile unsuspectingly.

While Bhishma, he was just being flat expressionless.

After the wedding, Bisma immediately brought Clara to the house she had rented. Before the wedding, he had already talked to Clara and Clara agreed that if the wedding was over, Bisma immediately brought him.

Minimalist house with two rooms is not too big, only in the main room there is already a bathroom.

Luckily Bisma can rent this house with its contents, making it easier for Bisma and Clara who do not have to bother buying her household furniture again.

Clara tidied her clothes and also the clothes of Bhishma into the closet, while Bhishma immediately cleaned herself.

Bisma's phone rang, Clara who was nearby was trying to see who called the man who had not even one day become her husband.

Sammy's name is on Bisma's cell phone. "Sister Sammy, is there anything important to call in the evening with me." Clara Mumbled.

Clara did not bother, she resumed her activities. Clara also prepared a change of clothes for Bhishma.

Finish Bisma clean up, replace Clara who cleans up. It did not take long, then Clara took the initiative to wear her sexy lingerie.

"That's a shame, but it's my bride's night. I'd like to make a package for Mas Bhishma." Clara muttered in the bathroom while looking at herself in the mirror.

Chequek..

Clara slowly exited the room, she saw Bhishma sitting leaning against the bed rest.

Bisma who heard the sound of the door opening turned her head, she saw Clara at a glance and her eyes looked at the cellphone screen again.

Clara who felt Bhishma ignoring her felt confused, "Is there something wrong with me?" Ask Clara in her heart.

Clara approached the bed and climbed up slowly, Bhishma was completely indifferent.

"Yes..." Call Clara then.

"Hem.." Bhishma answered briefly without glancing at Clara.

Clara was silent, honestly she was embarrassed, but tonight was her bridal night, shouldn't Bhishma be excited about this? But apparently Clara's expectations did not match his expectations. Bisma is being careless.

"Tonight's our bridal night, Mas." Clara in the end.

Bisma sighed harshly. "Sleep, Ra. It's late and I'm so tired today." Said Bhishma who made Clara stunned.

Bhishma immediately threw herself down and went to sleep on Clara's back, raising her blanket to her neck. While Clara, could only stare at Bhishma's back.

"Maybe my mom is tired." Inner Clara.

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