A Paid Wife

A Paid Wife
Prologue (The Beginning of Story 1)


The backer clock is going very hard. A beautiful woman with blonde hair on her back immediately jumped from her bed, standing on the bed, when she heard the noise of her backer clock. Unfortunately, he who has just slept must be disturbed by the noise of the clock. He got out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Arriving in the bathroom, he went back out, apparently his towel was left behind.


“Shitt!! Forgot my towel left,” umpat annoyed the woman, and immediately grabbed the towel behind the door of her room. Then go back to the bathroom.


Just 10 minutes of shower time and getting ready. Today, his first day will come for an interview at a small restaurant in the city. He dressed up as beautiful as possible with a thin makeup and shirt that looked tangled, as well as a short span black skirt, with black high heels wrapped in the soles of his feet.


Not only unlucky because he woke up late, he also forgot to iron his own clothes, understand for women his age he really


Yeri Angelista, a woman who can be said to be very beautiful, wrapped in a white face with the curves of her thick eyelashes, black eyes and brown wavy hair is very charming men who see it.



He immediately grabbed his favorite. And on that bike swing, out of the yard. The bike was increasingly swinging his bike as fast as lightning, passing through a narrow alley to get out to the highway.


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“I need to get to the restaurant quickly. Could die if I'm late interview at the restaurant. This is my only hope of working well!!” the beautiful woman who can be said to be very tomboyish, now pedals the bike as fast as possible to go to the restaurant, which is quite far from her home. Maybe if you ride a bike 30 minutes of time.


The beautiful woman broke through the crowd of pedestrians, continuously shouting loudly.


“Woy, move! Move!”


“MINGGIR!!”


A passerby jumped aside instantly hearing Yeri's loud scream.


“Ehh... You can ride a bike no, hell!!” pissed off the pedestrian he almost hit.


“No matter I'm late!!” replied Yeri who kept pedaling her bike faster.


“BUK... QUICKLY MOVE ASIDE..!!!” yeri shouted hurriedly.


The mothers with the groceries of two full swipe pockets in her two hands jumped to the side of the road.


“If you ride a bike, do not speed dong. Young people have no manners!!” say one of the pedestrians who today made him upset. He almost grazed her. Fortunately, nothing happened. He was still safe, and the woman was also still swinging the bike even tighter. He did not care about the various swearing out of the pedestrians who were upset with his actions.