The Wife of the King's Pay

Chapter 43 First Date (Part 1)

Being this close to the King, made Cleantha a misbehavior. Moreover, plus the strand of the man's sentence which means double. It seems like the King was deliberately playing with his feelings.

"I can't be affected by her charm. I have to avoid this situation. But how is it going?"

"Why shut up? Have you run out of words to fight me? Or maybe you just want to spend some time with me?" asked the King to lower his voice.

It was certain that the question was a dangerous death trap for Cleantha.

Cleantha swallowed her own saliva before again declaring war with her husband.

"Please if you want to be in this room. I'm going out or I'm going to move to another room" Cleantha replied steadily. Although his heart actually rumbled like a pounding wave in the ocean.

A faint smile fell on the King's lips. He knew that his innocent wife was just pretending to be strong in front of him. Though the red hue is clearly drawn on both white cheeks.

"Who do you think this house belongs to, so you're free to go in and out of your own room? You forgot I was the owner. I'm in charge of determining that someone should sleep where, while he's staying in my house," said the King to intimidate Cleantha.

By reflex, Cleantha's hand held the King's chest so that they wouldn't stick together.

"Ehmmm, I haven't lost my memory, sir. I know you are the owner of this house. If you want to be in the room, of course I can't ban it. That's a right sir. It doesn't matter to me either" Cleantha said trying to be cold.

The king raised his eyebrows while looking into the depths of Cleantha's eyes.

"So my existence doesn't bother you? Alright, we prove it later," replied the King while releasing his hand.

The man walked towards the bathroom and left Cleantha.

Along with the departure of the King, Cleantha could breathe with relief. His lungs were filled with oxygen. Not like when the King was nearby. Breathing the air is hard to do.

"King," tap Zevira calling her husband.

Cleantha's face sparkled when she heard Zevira's voice. She hoped that she could become her goddess of salvation this time.

In a hurry, Cleantha opened the door for Zevira.

The King's first wife looked stunning with an artist-style make up and a long, glittering magenta dress.

Cleantha believes the price of the dress touches the tens of millions.

"Clea, why did you open the door? Where's King? The servants said he had come home from the office," Zevira asked with a full look.

"Mr.o.d is bathing," said Cleantha clumsily.

"Then I'll wait. Let me go inside" said Zevira.

Having no power to restrain Zevira, Cleantha let him in.

Not long after, the King came out in his bathrobe.

She was surprised to see Zevira in her room wearing a party dress.

"Why are you here?" asked the King not to like it.

"Can't I be in your room? I'm also your wife" Zevira replied, glancing at Cleantha.

Gaining a sharp glance, Cleantha realized her position. He should not be a hindrance among husband and wife who want to speak four eyes. If he stays there, it means that he is the most ignorant person in the entire universe.

It is better to lift your legs immediately than to be considered a bully fly.

Cleantha turned her back about to head to the door. His hand was suddenly held by someone.

"Where are you going?" asked the King holding Cleantha's arm.

"I want to go out for a while to the park" Cleantha answered reasoned.

"Nobody told you to come out. Stay here, "the king insisted as if he did not want to let go of his wife.

Envy filled Zevira's heart as she watched the King care so much for Cleantha. The longer his hatred for Cleantha piled up. If he did not immediately get rid of the honey, perhaps soon his head would explode.

Even so, he must still play pretty in front of the King.

"King, don't hold Cleantha back. Maybe he needs a breath of fresh air. I want to talk to you alone anyway."

"There's no secret between me and Cleantha. What we're talking about he should hear it too" said the king.

"Just tell me what you want to talk about" the king timpal impatiently said.

"I want to take you with me to the auction invitation. Look, I've been pretty tonight just for you, baby," said Zevira, sounding spoiled.

The king glanced at his first wife.

Zevira looks just as beautiful as ever. But as good as Zevira's physicality, it had no impact on her. He was numb to the woman. Instead he was more interested in looking at Cleantha who was not good at dressing up, but exuded a natural beauty.

Beside the King, Cleantha was just sculpting. Somehow he was disturbed when Zevira called the King "Honey." Does this mean he has....

Ah, there's no way he's jealous of Zevira. The man holding her hand right now is not his. She is also the husband of Zevira Adhiyaksa. It would be inappropriate for him to harbor jealousy in the King's first wife.

This is what it feels like to be the third person in a marriage. Forever must fight for the attention and love of one man.

A huge question mark appeared in Cleantha's mind. Can a husband who is married to more than one be fair to all his wives? Of course he could not answer that question. It was obvious that he had been caught in this heavy situation.

It's just that he still has a chance to break free. Sooner or later he must be out of the King and Zevira's life.

"Sorry, I can't keep you company. If you want to go to the invitation just invite Bi Dewi. He's used to taking care of you" said the flat King.

"But King why won't you accompany me? Don't you have an appointment with anyone?" asked Zevira to urge the King.

"I'll take Cleantha to dinner outside. Isn't that right, honey?" asked the King to look at Cleantha.

"Eat dinner? Since when did he say he'd take me to dinner,"

cleantha thought confused.

"Clea are you going to dinner with the King?" zevira asked in disbelief.

The king moved his hand to Cleantha's waist. It was as if he was giving the signal to his wife to say his words.

"I.iya, Brother."

Zevira's eyes dimmed. The thick polish on his face was not able to cover the disappointment that struck his heart.

"Alright, King if that's what you want. I'm leaving alone now" Zevira said, turning her wheelchair out of her husband's room.

Seeing the disappointment that Zevira swallowed, Cleantha could not bear to criticize the King.

"Master, why are you lying to your own wife? We don't have dinner appointments. You better go after Kak Vira and accompany him to the auction," Cleantha advised the King.

"Don't try to interfere in something that's none of your business. I don't need advice from you. You don't know what happened between me and Vira. Now just prepare yourself. We'll be out in a minute."

"I don't want to have dinner outside, sir," Cleantha refused.

The king did not respond to Cleantha's refusal. He put on his shirt and walked leisurely towards the door.

"Why he doesn't care what I say,"

cleantha grumbled.

After a few minutes, Ivyna suddenly appeared with the King. The little girl approached Cleantha with a carefree smile etched on her lips.

"Mommy Clea, Daddy says the three of us are having dinner at the restaurant. But Mommy Clea had to dress up pretty. I will also wear Princess Elsa's dress" Ivyna said in a shrill voice.

"But, Ivy..."

"Come, Mommy. I'm already hungry. I want to eat steak and lasagna," Ivyna took with her while writhing in Cleantha's hands.

"Yes.iya, Ivy. Mommy Clea will change clothes first," Cleantha replied without the heart to refuse the little girl's appeal.

From the doorway, the King smiled happily. Her plan to persuade Cleantha through her little daughter had gone smoothly.

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