One Bed With Ex

Cooperation

The doctor came out and allowed Satria to enter the room. His feelings were mixed as he stepped open the door. Afraid that the woman is really Arla's wife.

Tears did not fall down his cheeks. Satria came in, then she saw a woman who was now lying weak. But, she could not recognize the woman's face because there were so many bandages covering her face.

"Are you Arla? I hope you're not Arla my wife, whoever you are, thank you for helping and saving my mother, I beg you to hang on, if you're my wife Arla, I beg Arla, hang on, I love you so much, I love you so much, hold on for the sake of our baby, forgive me for always making you hard and suffer" Satria said, crying as she stood up. His hands rest on the bed.

"Satria, why are you crying?" Herman approached his son. He just came.

"He was the one who had saved Mamah, Pah, Satria was sad to see her condition like this," Satria wiped away her tears.

"Yes, Papah is also very sad to see him, he is really a good person, after he realized later, Papah will take him home because Papah is confused about his family status that Papah does not know. No identity found."

"Yes, Pah," Satria replied lethargic for fear that the woman was indeed Arla.

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Khaliisa sat alone on the sofa while waiting for the arrival of Satria who until tonight has not come home as well.

"Where is he? Did he go with that fucking woman again? Really you've been pelletized by that fucking woman Satria!" Khalisa got up, then he paced back and forth because he felt uneasy.

"Servant!" loud shouting.

A few servants in special uniforms came facing. This time Khalisa did not want Satria to be suspicious of him, he deliberately hired a lot of servants so that Satria believed in his words this afternoon.

"Yes, ma'am, what's wrong?" ask the oldest waiter.

"Make me strawberry juice! And you, the youngest servant! You can't do makeup in this house! For all of you too, you are forbidden to make makeup and dress sexy in this house, otherwise I will fire anyone who dares to break my rules!" khalisa shouted full of decisiveness.

"You must do your respective roles well! Otherwise, I will also fire you! Never anyone dares to complain anything to your Master, let alone to tease him, I do not hesitate again to immediately kill anyone who dares to damage my household! Hurry up and do your work, I don't hire you to just relax!"

"Yes, ma'am" they answered like robots.

"It's good that you understand!"

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Frans came to Khalisa's house quickly while holding back the anger in his chest. He barged in without excuse.

"You're hiding where Arla is the bad girl?!" frans asked, pointing towards Khalisa's face.

"What do you mean Frans? Why did you suddenly come to accuse me that no-no, you even started to care about that damn woman, as long as you know yes, she was using the use so that the men were lured to her! And you've been fooled by him Frans!"

"You're very good at acting Khalisa! You should be a soap opera player now, your talent is really great! If Satria had known about this, I'm sure she would have found you! Now that she's married to.." Frans will accidentally uncover something.

"Married to whom? What do you mean Frans? I still don't understand what you mean? Who's married? What is Satria?" she looked at Frans who looked nervous.

"There's no point talking to you!" Frans turned around and left Khalisa but she chased him to the terrace.

"Frans wait a minute! I want to offer you a cooperation, you can get Arla completely and I can get Satria too if we compact together!" khalisa yelled at Frans who now stopped without looking.

Frans thought for a moment, his love for Arla was not a joke, even though he knew Arla did not love him. But the handsome man was sure, if one day Arla would be able to accept it. She knew Arla was pregnant with someone else's seed, but that didn't change Frans' love for her heart.