WIFE PAID GRUMPY GUY

Chapter 5 Marriage Contract

Bagas Visualization

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My footsteps were shaken when I was about to run to the motorcycle parking lot, I hit a figure so hard and muscular behind his black suit. My watery eyes had caught the shadow of the man before me, he was Mr. Bagas.

"Crying while running is a stupid job that every woman does. Totally sickening." her grunts.

I turned and ran again.

"Where are you going!" tanyanya cold. I didn't rub it, my steps back I swung fast, but the sturdy hand pulled my arm rough. He dragged me into his car and threw me in the passenger seat.

"You're too cocky for the size of the person who's in need of a ride." He slammed the door of the Lamborghini Aventador LP 720-4, which he rarely wears. I felt helpless when he asked me my purpose.

"Ra, you don't!" snapped it.

"Letia Medica Hospital." I said slowly. This man really did not know how to treat women let alone how to comfort, he was stiff like a stone of times.

The car arrived at the parking lot of Setia Medica Hospital, without having time to thank me I immediately ran.

Dad's being handled in the IGD room. But several times the father lost his heart rate and the doctor gave a heart shock up to 200 joul. Dad's back but he's got to get in the ICU. But to get into the room requires no small cost.

For one or two days I could bear by selling all the valuables and jewelry I had. What if it's more than two days.

The doctor called me back, this time it seemed more serious.

"Sister's father should be operated on by tomorrow at the latest. Bleeding in the brain and possible severe injury to the brain. If it's too late, sister's father can't be saved anymore."

I sat helplessly in front of the ICU. Mom looked more stressed than me.

"If the one who hit it does not run but is responsible, of course, we will not have this difficulty." his mother.

"How's the chronology, ma'am, what color and what brand does the car have?"

"Daddy was hit from behind, I saw when I was about to approach your father. Silver color car, sedan, rich expensive car Ra. But despite being rich, that guy's a coward for running away."

I growled, but also helpless. I didn't see the license plate, how could I find it. Silver sedan car in Jakarta is very much.

The proceeds from the sale of all valuables were just enough for the cost of the MRI and father's ICU room. Should we sell the house? my feelings are chaotic, directionless.

When he finished paying for everything, the hospital asked.

"For operation is required at a minimum ..."

"I paid full Mbak, until the end of the operation. Until it heals, give the best treatment to Mr. Indra."

I gaped at the madness of the cool-ass guy with the cool nature that is currently making me sick.

"You don't have to bother paying for my father's medical expenses, I can sell my house, sister ..."

"Zara sorryin mom, that house is not our house anymore, two years ago your dad sold it and right now we're just contracting there."

Mom came suddenly and broke all my confidence.

The man in front of me who never smiled came closer to me.

"Decide, don't play with your father's life" he said coldly.

I walked past him, trying to gather my sanity.

"Zara, let your boss help us." Mom approached me. Trying to persuade me.

"Your father is in danger son, lower your ego."

Mom's face was very sad, asking me to let this crazy boss help, but I never knew what kind of life her daughter would live after this. I'll marry a man who doesn't like women. Maybe it might not. But who is the woman who is willing to live with this iceberg?

Without hearing my answer he

finish the administrative affairs of the father. And dad's surgery schedule will be done this afternoon as well. Mom looked relieved. While the man in front of me was staring sinisterly at me.

"Money is everything in life, because with money I can buy everything even your life is now in my grasp" he said coldly.

I just kept quiet without a wiggle.

"Follow me now!" his orders are sarcastic and do not want to be denied.

What's the matter with my life, apart from the traitor and loser Genta Adiguna, I'm faced with an iceberg guy who is arrogant and deifies money above all else.

I stared at the brown envelope. My feelings are hurt. But I have to how. Sometimes the poor have little choice but to accept the rich.

I signed the marriage contract. After he signed next to my autograph he gave me a second double.

Then he asked for a bank account number, I still can't believe this is happening in my life.

"Hurry, I don't have much time left!" snapped it.

I gave him my bank account number, wasn't he joking about this crazy contract.

Within just a few minutes appeared notification MBanking funds 1M. I can't even swallow the saliva stuck in my throat.

Tomorrow I'll send someone to pick you up. We have to practice being a real couple, and if I ask for all your personal data, we have to certify the marriage as soon as possible. Let no one eye be suspicious about this contract."

He passed by without feeling. I went back to the hospital and waited for my father's surgery.

"Mom, I'm getting married."

My mother looked at me with her face turned.

"You're crazy, Ra? just got divorced for a year now, who are you getting married to? Rio or back the same Genta's butt lizard!"

I silently flinch.

"By!"

Mom shook my shoulder.

"With Bagas." I said briefly.

"Who Bagas! I never introduced you to that man, don't marry the irresponsible man Ra! you used to force mom and dad to accept Genta, see what the consequences were!"

"That's the boss who paid for all the costs of Father Bu's Hospital, hasn't forgotten, has he? Mother asked for ..."

"Astaghfiullah! dream not of the height of Ra."

Mom looked sad, maybe she thought it was impossible for me to marry that man. I'm not sure either. But I don't want to force you to believe. Let me see for myself tomorrow.

"Keluarg Mr. Indra." one of the doctors who operated on my father called us. Looks like the head of the operation.

"Pak Indra's condition is stable, but it should still be monitored in the ICU room for the next few days."

We hugged each other. Dad has passed his critical period.

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The long black car stopped in front of the house. Aryo and Ratih called out to me when two men dressed in black suits entered the grounds of my house.

"No mobsters are visiting our house, who is ...."

"This is Zara Septia's house? can we meet for a second?" ask the man I know as Reynald Bagas' secretary.

Train ran to my room, he pulled me who was putting on my shoes. Ratih's face looks pale. He's like scared.

"So don't owe money to you, brother? o Allah, let's not sell because you can't pay."

I laughed chuckling.

"He's Tih's brother's boss, you don't have to be afraid. On your desk there is a laptop that you want. Buruan wrote. He said he wanted to be a writer."

Patih opened his mouth wide.

"Big brother? you're not lying, are you?" he screamed while running to his room. There was a happy laugh from his room. I just smiled. Slowly my family life would change. I will try to act as best I can for my family. My acting is paid more on par with the main soap opera perhaps. Seeing the happiness of my brothers and the safety of my father, it felt like I had to totally play this role.

I say goodbye to Aryo who sits on the porch while playing the latest sony camera I bought to channel his hobby potograph.

Getting into the mersedez benz s-600 pullman limousine he used to wear to pick up clients from abroad, made me feel very nervous.

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cars are moving down the highway at moderate speed.

"We'll take Non Zara to Mr. Bagas' private home. But first we have to remodel Miss Zara's appearance. I just kept quiet not saying. It's up to them to remodel what it looks like. I just have to follow this game without protest.

Seriate