Wife Contract CEO

47

The next day, I was woken up very early by my mother, it was Saturday. And this is my wedding day with that sharp tongue. That means from today until the next 364 days, I will be the contract wife of an arrogant CEO, who over PD, wants to win alone, he said, and if you talk to others never think of that person will hurt or not.

The fact that Samuel Virendra had such a trait was inversely proportional to Stella's mother, who was so kind, understanding and always thought of the people around her. He was also very friendly, even to a driver.

I had a doubt yesterday, if only Stella's mother did not show a photo of Om Damar who was so similar to Samuel. Like that Shahrukh Khan's face is the same Aryan, it's not like to throw it at all his face, if it's like the Indonesian artist was like Dul Jaelani with Ahmad Dhani, it's very similar.

Because it's authentic evidence that makes me have to accept the fact that Stella's mother had a child like Samuel. Why am I the one who is not willing?

Our family had finished breakfast, and my mother's fried rice was the best. After breakfast we just had to prepare a change of clothes, Stella's mother said father and mother will be invited to vacation at the hotel for two days. Monday morning, father and mother Ibras will be delivered to the house. He said to strengthen the familial relationship between father and mother and father and mother Samuel.

Stella's mother also asked me to bring my things, because I would immediately stay in the house of the sharp tongue. All the preparations were done we just had to wait for Urip oak to pick us up to the Silver palace hotel.

Mom, dad and Ibras are getting ready in the living room, and I'm still going back and forth to the restroom, even if it's just a contract marriage. But still I feel very nervous, and if I am nervous usually it is like this, my stomach so heartburn, that I have to go back and forth to the toilet since.

My palms are so cold, I'm afraid I made a mistake in the marriage process. And if that happens. Finish me.

"Nai, I'm taking this medicine. Let's not go back and forth to the toilet!" exclaim my mother while giving diarrhea medicine and a glass of water.

"So nervous, ma'am, who wants to be somebody's wife!" chirps Ibras.

When I took the medicine, I gave the glass my mother had given me. I could see that my mother was like she was very sad, she lowered her head and her nose turned red, I knew she was holding back tears.

I don't want to see my mother sad.

"Yes, same-sex marriage, same-tree!!" reply me with the intention of melting the already tense atmosphere.

Ibras chuckled next to the father, who was also joined in with a small smile. I rubbed my mother's arm gently.

"Naira just wants to marry Mom, not want war. Don't worry, I'll know for myself that Stella's mother is very good. Naira will not experience the torture and oppression of the mother-in-law kayak in the soap opera of flying fish that I often watch!" I purposely joked like that so that my mother would not be sad.

I won't be subjected to torture or oppression from Stella's mother, but I think I will be oppressed by her son.

Mom smiled, then,

"Often play here huh Nai, huh tuh mother is afraid you will become a socialite kayak in the soap opera, keep busy until forget to make nengokin mother!" his words are honest.

I hugged my mother.

"Mother don't think about it, there's no way Miss Naira is like that!" I tried to convince my mother.

"Yes, there's no way that father's son is!" please follow my father while smiling.

Our conversation stopped, because Mr. Urip had arrived. And we immediately left the house to go to the hotel where we would be made up and told what we should do during the party.

"So far, Nai, it's been almost an hour?" ask the mother who is getting nervous.

"But yesterday, Naira was not from here to go, so forget!" answer me for what it is.

"Makanya sak, manyin tuh eat sweets nutmeg, do not sweets kedondong aja. Pinter no, mules yes!" chirps Ibras again.

I just widened my eyes, bullying Ibras who was instead chuckling when I saw me glare. I asked Mr. Urip who had been silent since.

"Sir Urip, it's still a long time?" ask me politely.

"Still non, still an hour away. What's the matter, non, want a break?" ask Mr. Urip while focusing on looking towards the front.

"I'm going to the toilet sir!" sahut mother.

"Well, Mom in front there's a mini market. I'll stop there!" said mr. Urip.

And a few minutes later, Mr. Urip stopped the car in front of a minimarket. Mom goes downstairs and goes inside to buy a drink and to the toilet to finish her business.

I didn't come down, Ibras was still playing games with the phone we exchanged last night.

I looked back, looking at a car that had stopped by the side of the road near the mini market. The gray car was like the one I saw in front of the alley.

'My feeling or is it the same car?' ask me in my heart.

No one was in the car because the glass was dark. Not wanting to guess, I secretly recorded the gray car's police number on my phone. Just wanted to make sure, the matter of last night with Natasha Morgan.it still makes me uneasy. And I don't know yet, Riksa really made me insurance or not. I didn't expect dealing with rich people to be this complicated.

A few minutes later, my mother came out of the mini market with a drink for us. Mother also bought him for Mr. Urip.

"Thank you madam!" said Mr. Urip politely.

After we all had a drink, Mr. Urip asked if it was ready to continue the journey or not,

"How can you leave now?" ask Mr. Urip.

"Let's sir!" replied the father who was sitting next to Mr. Urip. In the front passenger seat.

As we left the mini market I looked back at the gray car. But it looks like the car is still still and not moving.

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