WIFE PAID CEO COLD

CHAPTER 6

Marcel blinked his eyes a few times.

"You're not lying to Marcel anymore, are you? Don't try and lie to Marcel, Zi." Marcel said with emphasis on every word. Jazira quickly shook his head.

"Zizi didn't lie! She's ready for her wedding. If you don't believe me, Zizi will bring you an invitation tomorrow." Jazira said in fear. Jazira didn't get a word from Marcel.

Marcel tightened his jaw and clenched his hand tightly. He stared intently at the half-brother's blind eye that had become a patch of his heart for now and said something that made Jazira flutter.

"Can you call him now? Yeah, I just want to make sure if you're lying or not!" Marcel said as he carried his hand forward and folded it to his chest. Marcel just wanted to get Jazira to speak honestly.

Jazira reached out his hand to take his bag which was on the nightstand, and pulled out his phone. After finding his phone, Jazira opens his pillow and reads the number that Johan left behind.

And yes, this was a lucky break for Jazira because Johan left the number to Mr. Albirru. Did Uncle Johan take the wrong card? Ah I don't know, it's better if I call whoever it is to trick Sister Marcel. Jazira's heart in his heart.

After entering Mr. Albirru's number, he pressed the phone button and immediately stuck it in his ear. After several rings, Albirru raised the number of the unknown person.

"Who?" Albirru asked flatly because she did not recognize Jazira's number.

"Hi, how are you, baby?! How are you today? I'm sorry I couldn't visit you..." Jazira said with his sword but in his heart, he felt very scared.

Jazira looked at Marcel's slightly flushed face with a hardened jaw.

"Who are you?! If it doesn't matter, then just turn it off!" Albirru said in an angry tone that made Jazira a little afraid. Don't be afraid, Zi. Brother Marcel is more dangerous than this Young Master. Jazira said in his heart to encourage himself.

"I'm sorry, as your future wife I can't visit you right now. You're okay, aren't you? Wait for your future wife to come." Jazira said while emphasizing the word 'your wife' every word.

Albirru frowned in wonder. Is this the girl who will be my contract wife? How did he get my number? This must be Johan!" Albirru said in her heart.

"Then what's your business that you called me?" Albirru asked once more in her cold tone. Jazira took a deep breath and began to strengthen his heart.

"Darling, can you tell someone in my room that we're getting married soon? You can, honey?" Jazira's emphatic remarks made a gesture for Albirru to obey him.

Albirru is not a fool, which girl proudly accepts that she is only married to a contract and tells everyone? Albirru felt that something was wrong there.

"You're the loudspeaker!" Albirru's orders were short while preparing his voice. Jazira just agreed to the command from Albirru and pressed the loudspeaker button on his phone and faced Marcel.

"Whoever is in the room of my future wife, I once again reiterate. Jazira Altamaira is my future wife! You satisfied now?!"

The deg!

Jazira's heart beat rapidly when he heard Albirru say he was his future wife.

Does this feel like being recognized as a future wife by the person we crave so much? But, how did he know my full name? Jazira's heart in his heart.

"One word was left behind when I said it to the person in your room! Take note, you're just my future pay wife! You heard, right? Don't bother me anymore!" Albirru said and immediately turned off their call.

"Well, right, brother? Zizi was willing-" Jazira's words were cut off because Marcel who suddenly came out of his ward without saying a word. Jazira just stared at the departure of the stepbrother with a feeling of relief.

Not even his tears dripped after Marcel's departure. Jazira returned and cried in silence.

Is this the pain of facing a very difficult life alone? Ma'am, Zizi kangen is with me. Why did you go alone? Why not Zizi? Jazira said as she wiped her tears with her left hand.

Albirru is still in the office...

It was late at night, but he was still shaking his chair to the right and to the left. His feet were still perched neatly on his desk. He kneaded his temple slowly while thinking about the issues that were still lying in the media about his abnormal self.

While closing her eyes and still thinking about how she could escape the issue, suddenly Jazira's beautiful face flashed through her mind.

****! Why is that girl's face always on my mind! Inner Albirru while clenching her hands and hitting her workbench.

"Calm down, Al. Maybe it's because you're still thinking about your confession to someone in the girl's room. I have to go now!" Albirru said to herself and hurried out of her study.

He passed through the corridor which had extinguished its lights and only the corner lights of the corridor shone dimly with the wide stride of Albirru.

Yes, all of his employees have been home since a few hours ago. He always came home late, because there was no one in his house but him.

Unlike the rich in general, he did not have a single maid in his mansion. Because what? Because he does not entrust anything that concerns himself to others, including Johan.

Except, Mbok Sum. Mbok Sum was the nanny who took care of him from childhood. For Albirru, Mbok Sum was the only person he could trust about anything.

And now, Albirru's main goal is a club where he can drink when he gets home from work. He ran his car through the streets of the capital and took his car through several other vehicles.

Shortly after, Albirru's luxury car was parked neatly in the vip club's parking lot. He walked quickly into the club and immediately sat down in front of the bar, where he used to sit.

He ordered his favorite drink at the club and began to spread his gaze to look at people who were on a diet. He returned to his original position because the waiters gave his order.

In one gulp, he had pressed down his drink. He asked again and again the same drink to the waiters. The waiters were not at all surprised by what Albirru did.

After feeling his throat burning violently, he finished his drink and drowned his head in the folds of his hands. Albirru felt dizzy in her head and tried to blink her eyes a few times.

With great difficulty, Albirru raised his head and turned to the dance floor full of young people who were swaying. Albirru's eyes suddenly enlarged when she saw a woman who had recently always appeared in her mind.

"Maira?!" Albirru said softly as she looked at the mini-dressed woman who walked over to her.