Personal Caregiver So Wife

Dara Plan

"Ohhh congratulations" said Dina with a smile, then stared intently at Danial.

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Danial was about to make a sound when he saw Dina's sharp gaze, he knew Dina was misunderstanding. But Dara quickly stepped on Danial's foot.

"Aww why did you step on my foot?" moaning Danial.

Dara only smiled as she turned to look at Danial, and her hands re-hugged Danial's arms.

Dina did not ask any more, then there was a loud voice outside the inn. Shortly afterwards Dani came out of his room with his pillow face.

Dani stopped her steps as she looked towards the kitchen.

"Why are you here?" dani asked in surprise when she saw Dara. He immediately stepped into the kitchen.

"Sayan.... Aw, why nyubit anyway?" ask Dani.

"Shut up" whispered Dara.

"I went to the room first" Dina said after finishing her work, then she stepped into her room.

Brakkkk

Dina closed the door rather loudly.

After Dina entered the second room the man protested to Dara.

"Why are you here?" danial asked while releasing Dara's embrace from his hand.

"Darling why are you here?" ask Dani.

The two men asked simultaneously.

"Of course it follows my dear" said Dara while hugging Danial's arm back.

"What?" dan was surprised.

"What does this mean?" dani asked as she stared at Danial and Dara's face alternately.

"That's what I want to ask your wife, she has made Dina misunderstand me" Danial said as she released her hand from Dara's arms for the umpteenth time.

Dani looked at his wife.

"I was helping him" said Dara, hugging Dani's arm.

"You're not helping me, you're making me die" Danial said.

"Dina misunderstood and thought I was the one who impregnated her" Danial said as he pointed at Dara's stomach.

Dani looked in surprise at his wife.

"Just shut up, and just follow my plan. Danial, didn't you just see? Dina was obviously jealous. That means I've helped you figure out her heart" Dara said.

"He would consider me a cheating man and would make him keep urging me to divorce him" Danial said.

"Jeez this stupid guy" said Dara.

"Did you say I was stupid?!" ask Danial ngegas.

"Shut up and listen to my plan" said Dara.

"No, I'm not interested in your plans" Danial said, stepping into his room.

Brakkkk

Danial slammed the room door.

While Dani seems annoyed at his wife, he goes straight from there.

"Where are you going?" ask Dara.

"Get out, the others have come" said Dani and went out to the house next door.

The reason Dani woke up was because she got a call that other models and staff had already arrived.

But he almost forgot because he saw his wife coming.

"They all left me" said Dara pouting.

A few days later.

Tonight is the closing party because the photo shoot is over. They are in Switzerland for about 15 days.

At first they were only about 10 days there but because of the condition of Dina who was sick at that time Danial had to rewind the shooting schedule for 5 days.

For 5 days Dina curled up in pain inside her room, this was the first time Dina had been sick during that during her period.

Maybe because the weather there was so cold that Dina's body wasn't used to it.

Actually it could have been Miss Dylan handling it themselves but they also need documentation of Dina's whereabouts and direction from Dina as the person who co-designed the designs.

The staff also had no problem staying there 5 days longer, because Danial covers all the costs.

And for the misunderstanding Dara created, the three of them agreed not to explain it to Dina.

Dara explains the plan to Danial and Dani, and they agree. As a result during her time there Dina was getting cold to Danial.

The frustrated Danial was intent on telling the truth but Dara and Dani told him to be patient so that the plan they had put together was successful.

Dina did not try to find out the truth, she was just busy working.

Dina plans after returning home later, she will go to court and she will conduct a marriage certificate hearing for serial marriage in the court later in order to divorce Danial.

Because Danial won't divorce her, he will take care of her divorce.

When everyone was partying and eating. Dina stepped away from the crowd.

Dina stared at the beautiful night sky filled with stars.

"What are you doing here?" greet a beautiful woman.

"Aaaa no I'm just looking at the stars" Dina replied.

"Speak relaxed, it looks like we're the same age" said the beautiful woman.

"Aaa alright" replied Dina.

"Oh can I ask you something?" ask the beautiful woman.

"What?" ask Dina.

"Do you have a relationship with Mr. Danial?" asked the beautiful woman, she was one of the models who took the photo shoot.

"What?" ask Dina.

"I heard rumors that you were dating" said a beautiful woman named Della.

"Aaaa the rumor" Dina said with a smile.

"So?" ask Della.

"No, we're not dating. We have nothing to do" Dina replied.

"Oooo thank God then" said Della.

"Yes?" ask Dina.

"I actually like Mr. Danial" said Della.

"Aaaa is so" Dina replied with a wry smile.

"Basic playboy" sumpat Dina in heart.

"Yes, he is very kind and also handsome" Della replied.

Dina just shut up and listen.

"What do you think? isn't he handsome?" della asked while looking at Dina.

Dina nodded softly "Yes so" Dina replied indifferently.

"Do you think he's not handsome?" ask Della.

"Of course, we can't judge a person just by his looks, can we?" dina asked while looking at Della.

"True as well" Della replied.

"You know what?" ask Della.

"What?"

"I heard he likes changing women, is that true?" whispered that beautiful model.

Glug.

"So where do I know" asked Dina.

"Aaahh yes too, you probably know. You used to live abroad and only returned to your homeland a few years ago" said Della.

Actually Dina is not really abroad, she is hiding somewhere that is still in the territory of Indonesia.

But out of nowhere the rumor that he lives abroad is circulating.

"True" replied in with a smile then he revealed a little veil and then sipped his hot coffee.

The beautiful model was fingered to his neck.

"Geez!" scream Della.

Dina looked to her side.

"What's wrong?" ask Dina.

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