WIFE PAID GRUMPY GUY

Chapter 6 Acting as an Artist

Visualization of Zara Septia

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As Reynald said, I was indeed in a spear from head to toe. When I reflected the image of the hard woman and the worker in front of the computer was gone. I'm a model of ginseng country. Even I was amazed to see the reflection of the shadow in the mirror, as if I did not recognize the appearance of myself. Too beautiful for an ordinary woman.

I was taken to Bagas' house, he lived alone without family, there was only ART that Reinald said numbered more than 10 people. I don't know what ART does that much for a bachelor.

Rhenald reminded Bagas not to like dirty, dirty, dust, what else smells. He's very clean and perpeck. The parents occasionally visit his house, but it is very rare because Bagas is not so close to his parents.

The wealth obtained by Bagas is not from his parents, he has a business of patronizing after successfully developing a business in the field of computer software. Now the Bagas business is increasingly patronizing, even venturing into the construction business.

Reynald kept telling me about Bagas, his habits, things he liked and hated.

The car entering the courtyard was very spacious and very luxurious. I can't imagine living in a house this big without love. It will feel cold and empty.

The sun had sunk, the lights so brightly illuminated the entire mansion. I walked in feeling very scared. I am welcome to enter the house alone. According to Rhenald, Bagas was waiting in the living room.

My footsteps stopped. The figure of the iceberg was not wearing his black suit. He wears a collarless t-shirt in a pair with colored cloth pants in line with his shirt.

"Sit Ra."

The face looks more friendly.

I sat in front of him.

"By my side." the order was short.

"Here alone, don't get comfortable too close." I argue.

Bagas stood up and approached me. My feelings are not out of whack.

"We have to practice acting, my mom and dad are coming up soon."

I'm flabbergasted.

"You didn't say that you'd be introduced to your family so soon." I grumbled.

He sat next to me.

"You need to look familiar to me, don't strain your face. Remember ... friendly and very close."

It approaches me more intimately. I held my breath.

"Your acting has to be the maximum, I pay you a fantastic fee, equivalent to a famous stripping soap opera player, remember! no heart, no baper!"

I nodded in understanding. This guy is No Baper!

After the two of us studied each other's characters and backgrounds, and felt ready to pretend, he contacted his men to take on the requirements for our marriage. He also invited me to a meeting with the Wedding Organizer.

"From today you must look like this, at work or wherever you are, leave your tithy. Today your whole family has moved to the house I bought for your family, the house is on your behalf as a payment to be my wife. The car that I promised would be yours has also been prepared in front of this house. Take it home, your home address has been sent to your WA."

"One more time, you moved to be my deputy. In order to always be close by my side, eits are not close in any sense, just in order to trick the public."

I nodded again. As if I was studying for a treat, I could only accept all the terms and nod over all the provisions. My job is to act as well and as perfectly as I can.

Bagas also introduced me as his woman to all the servants. He introduced me to every corner of his mansion. There was one room in the bottom corner that no one including me could enter. It's possible that there's something terrible in there, I shudder to myself with my imagination.

The two old men of Bagas came, they were like other types of wealthy in-laws. They tend to be indifferent to the decision to marry their children but intimidate their future son-in-law.

"You're Bagas' future wife? ehm hope you do not run because you can not have a husband like him." said Mother Subrata, the wife of Mr. Subrata.

"God not ma'am, I love him." I said eloquently.

"Love? are you sure it's love? not treasure?"

"Don't try to intimidate my future wife."Bagas looks very cold. He's embracing my shoulder.

"Let's go baby." whispered softly. That rare smile was perched on his lips.

We had a fancy dinner at a large table filled with expensive and classy food.

There was no warmth between Bagas and his parents. They look very stiff and foreign, which is ironic.

"From today wherever you go there will be bodyguards following you in the back of your car. Don't act rashly about anything."

One more thing, my freedom has been taken away. I am suddenly rich but soon will live like a bird in a golden cage. Not why, the equivalent of the payment I received.

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I started to slowly organize my social life. Both my sisters were amazed but I asked them to stay grounded. They are very stammering in their luxuries and new lives.

One month later, I was transformed into a different woman, not the slightest remaining figure of a poor Zara and scavenging fortune to be a driver ojol, or Zara a computer programmer, or Zara, I am now the woman of the owner of this large company, I also became the main representative of a Bagas Rainhard Subrata.Tomorrow is my wedding day with her.

All the wedding processions went well. I'm passed on by my father who's back to health.

The reception I went through was exhausting. When everyone asked us to take pictures while kissing. I'm very nervous. He looked at me very differently. My acting should be total too. The kiss of the lips of a couple is so beautiful, taken from various sides by the wedding photographer.

Finished our reception flying to the Maldives via Singapore. There we were also stalked by several journalists. We only had time to breathe while alone in our super luxurious room.

"You stay away when we're just the two of you yeah, don't bother each other." he kicked me out walking up to him.

"I just want to give this to you."

I put his favorite milk coffee on the hotel's living room table.

"Other times there's no hassle, there's a world-class hotel service here."

I brought the milk coffee back and sipped it for myself. He looked at me annoyed.

Bagas was so busy with his laptop and cell phone.

"Seek your work from here Ra, don't be too relaxed. Oh yeah tomorrow we go to Reethi beach, remember! some journalists will immortalize the romance of our honeymoon, There will be a romantic dinner there, I will kiss your lips there too. Remember not to baper."

Duh GR really this Iceberg guy, who is the baper. I'm sure everyone's allegations of orientation as*he's must be true.

Along the soft white sandy Reethi beach with that sparkling water, we joined hands, occasionally I leaned my head on her shoulder while hugging her muscular arms. He was also able to balance my acting perfectly. Sometimes he kisses my cheeks softly.

In the beautiful palm tree latari he pulled me closer, while the camera that deliberately recorded our intimacy kept on. She pulled my face with a loving and warm look. Slowly along with the appearance of the amazingly beautiful sunset, she kissed my lips softly, I returned the kiss, although honestly, my feelings were turbulent, but I tried to be professional, under the Sunset we made the kiss scene very beautiful and romantic. The kiss ended with a hug. We ran along the beach and had a very romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant.

But when we returned to the room, we became two aliens who stayed away from each other.

She hand-selected all our romantic scenes to share on social media and private television.

When I opened an online news site, I really wanted to laugh but was afraid to offend him. They've all dropped the hot news, though,

With headline title :

"Honeymoon Romantic Young Conglomerates in the Maldives."

"MARRYING A BEAUTIFUL WIFE, BAGAS RAINHARD DISMISSED ALL CHARGES AGAINST HIM AS GAW*"

"BEAUTIFUL WIFE OF YOUNG CONGLOMERATE BAGAS RAINHARD."

Bagas smiled looking at the reviews about him that now proved to be a normal man.

Ten days in the Maldives do everything a honeymoon couple does when out door, and sleep on their backs while in the room, sometimes even sleeping very far apart, I was on the couch in the corner of the room while he slept on the big bed. What makes me not understand, the man was always delirious when sleeping on a big bed, but looks calm when curled up on the sofa or sometimes on the floor.

He also has a phobia of darkness. When the lights were off he shouted very angry at me.

"I told you I don't like the dark!"

He panicked and I immediately turned on the room lights. His face was as pale as a corpse.

"I like to sleep in a light that is not too bright Mas, it is difficult to sleep in the light ...."

"Then move you ahead there!" he threw a blanket and pillow over my face. Upsetly mixed with sleepiness I just curled up on the sofa and fell asleep in a blanket that covered my entire body up to my face.

I try to avoid confrontation with him. When I was in a room with him I was no longer afraid. I looked up to him like he wasn't a man.

Back in Indonesia, we still sleep one room like a husband and wife.In the eyes of all ART and its employees we are a very romantic couple. Only the two of us knew what was going on behind our luxurious room he had installed a soundproofing device.

While walking towards the inner headquarters all eyes bowed obediently to me. A Zara Septia who is able to play the role of a young conglomerate wife.

"Did your new husband know that you had a disabled child?" a chat came into my Wa.

"To marry a conglomerate man a mother is willing to throw away her handicapped son, how about I spread the news like that?"

I blocked the number that I believed belonged to Genta.

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