WIFE PAID GRUMPY GUY

Chapter 10 What Happened To Bagas?

The car that will take us to the airport is ready, here are two cars that usually escort wherever Bagas go. We were already sitting sweet in it when a Mercedes Benz stopped in the yard. Arkana went out and met the guest who got off the Mercedes Benz. Apparently Grizella. Arkana turned towards our car. He whispered in Bagas' ear. Bagas' jaw is hardened.

"Say, I don't have time to see her, besides here is my wife, I don't want to hurt my wife by talking to another woman face to face."

After delivering Bagas' message to Grizella, Arkana again ran to the car and sat down next to the driver.

"Start!" titah Bagas's.

Grizella who tried to catch up did not have time because the car had driven away from the spacious yard of Bagas house.

"Why not meet first, maybe he has an interest in straightening your past relationship."

I try to give an opinion.

"What's been called the ex, the place is a garbage can! why am I looking in the trash!" sahut's cold.

Arkana turned his face looking unhappy with the parable made by Bagas. But he remains Arkana, a bodyguard who is only in charge of securing his employer. Maybe he won't want to express his opinion other than about the escort business that became his duty.

I accompanied Bagas during a meeting with 3 big clients in Silicon Valley San Francisco, California United States. Two days of no other activity other than business. I even had to help Bagas revise the Draft of a major agreement with some companies and overtime to see some of the big companies in tech in Silicon Valley. Day five all the business there was done, Bagas chose to drive his own car loaned by his business partner, to pass the Golden Gate bridge only by myself, because Arkana used a separate car.

"Never before will have a life like this, different from your old life."

I shook my head, because indeed the life Bagas offered me was extraordinary and beyond expectations.

"It's a tiring life filled with theatrics, though full of luxuries."

Bagas.

"You want a life without theatrics?"

I'm silent. Because what I saw was that the face looked hardened and not okay. The car kept on going with Arkana behind us.

"My life has been in theatrics since I was born, but my life is better than your poor life." she said, the face is an invisible wound.

Do I have to try to dive into the depths of this man's ocean of life so that I can escape the snare of that shitty marriage covenant. Even I had to carry her child like renting a uterus to be fertilized. How appalling.

"Tomorrow you'll take Arkana to the Malibu coast, I'll follow after my business is done."

"Well? there are also many beautiful beaches in Indonesia."

"Don't protest too much!" greet cold.

Bagas took me to stay at a five-star hotel with facilities that made simple women or arguably poor like me again stunned. This modern hotel has a very beautiful marble floor, a wide flat screen television resembling a television in our room in Jakarta. Inside the bathroom was also a Hot tub, for a warm bath, there were several male and female bathrobes.

"I took a special honeymoon room" he said casually.

"I refuse to sleep with you just because of contractual obligations, I will not conceive without love in the process."

Bagas just shut up.

"Please keep resisting, there will come a time when you can no longer give up when I ask, just pray I don't ask for it." she went to the lavish bathroom and took off her clothes one by one. I stepped away leaving him.

In this room there is also a minibar. I was just grabbing a can of cold cola.

"Hand, with warmer water better, we'll be here a few nights before flying to Italy." he threw a clean towel at me.

"We have dinner in the room, enough rest, I have to get back fit, my body is not well today, San Frans is hot at noon, but it is too cold at night." muttered.

He lay on the bed. And pat the pillow beside him.

"Good Ra, I want to hug you" he said in a heavy voice. Now I'm not sure if this guy's Ga#, he always seems to be standing straight when intimate with me. But he's a gentleman. Looks like she'll be waiting for me to be a mother to her offspring. But why should I? poor women who have even given birth to disabled offspring. He never knew it, and I dare not say it, he only knew I was his widow Genta Adiguna, or he had known but pretended not to know? I don't know.

Bagas slept while hugging me. More precisely ensnare my body with a circle of hands and long legs. I drowned in his arms. But really the alarm of consciousness kept reminding me, she must have been persuading to leave her seed in my womb, it would never have happened. Although very close and not far away, I still can not imagine having to sleep in the sense of being a wife with him.

I observed a handsome face with a tall body decorated with beautiful muscles and a six pack on his stomach. Indeed, the hue of his face is not as fresh as usual. He's not sleeping so well.

Slowly, I shuffled and left him alone. Get out of the room, wear several layers of clothing to prevent cold. Walk around the pool alone. Because I felt like I was getting out of the hotel just walking to Yerba Buena Park.

"Why go out alone nights without Mr Bagas? Miss Zara?" asked Arkana who suddenly walked by my side. I am thankful that someone is with me.

"He's asleep, I can't sleep." I said indifferently.

Sit on a park bench while crossing your legs. Buried by green trees, it feels very wawy between skyscrapers. A green park that fits right in the middle of a busy city. Arkana brought him a hot cup of coffee from the front cafe, with two loaves of bread that looked very yummy. I sipped coffee and bit the bread.

"Miss looks happy on Mr. Bagas' side, looks relaxed, and Master also looks very adoring to miss."

Arkana opened the conversation. I remembered Bagas' words for not saying anything about our marriage contract.

"I also love Bagas, we're Arkana husband and wife, right?" I sipped coffee again.

Arkana's face looks different. His face looks gloomy.

"With her difficult personality, not everyone can be close to her Miss."

"Ar, can't you if outside of your duties as a bodyguard, you don't need to call me Miss?" my many.

Arkana was silent for a moment as if thinking, but then she nodded.

"It's okay, I call you Rara."

I'm nodding. Arkana and I began to make friends, our chatter was casual about the usual down-to-earth stuff.

Arkana's phone rang. He turned his gaze to me.

"Ready Sir!"

Arkana is facing me.

"Master is sick Ra, does he look feverish when you get down?"

I nodded, why did Arkana look panicked.

"Why didn't Miss tell me Mr. Bagas had a fever?"

"Not a fever, he just looks blushing and less fresh."

Arkana immediately ran away from me, but then turned around and pulled my hand and ran back to the hotel.

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