A Paid Wife
Jutting

Yeri had just entered the ICU room to see her father lying in the patient's bedroom. After coming out, he walked doubtfully closer to Arga. The man stood in front of the door while folding into his two hands. His back against the wall.

"Master," said Yeri nervously.

"Your father's hospital payment is paid off. You can take care of him until he's conscious." Arga. Walk first leaving Yeri.

Yeri who wanted to thank him. Must undo his intentions. Arga's haughty treatment infuriated Yeri.

"Damn it, what's that guy made of, anyway? The cold is more than the northern cover." Yeri grumbled. He breathed a rough breath. Menghe won't be his leg. Lips wrinkled. Forced to have to walk a little ceoat following the footsteps of Alex who had gone away from him.

"Master, wait!" yell Yeri. Arga pierced his steps suddenly. Yeri who did not have time to brake her quick footsteps. He hit Arga's back.

"Aw-" collapsed Yeri. Swiped his forehead a few times.

"No, don't stop!" gerutu Yeri's.

"Don't secretly talk about me" said Arga. He turned his body. Ninety degrees. Arga held Yeri's arm. Grip it very tightly.

"Follow me!" pinta Arga's.

Yeri sizzled softly. He pulled his arm from Arga's grip. "I can walk alone, sir!" Yeri pressed her voice.

"I don't want to take too long" said Arga.

"Where are we?" ask Yeri.

"To office!"

"Office?"

"Yes, you have to work too."

Drain Yeri's eyes perfectly round. He opened his eyes in disbelief. "Stand, sir! You sure?" ask Yeri to make sure.

"I have to work there?" ask Yeri.

"Why? You refused?" ask Arga wonder. The two men stared deeply.

"Yes, I want to. But, sir it doesn't matter if I work at the master's place?" ask Bella to make sure.

Arga let out his breath. "Just claim it, and follow what I say. Don't refuse, I don't like it if I refuse too!

Yeri rolled her eyes lazily. He's trying to look good. But, it's all free. Alex is still flat on him. "How, do you still want to stand there?

" ask Arga

"Yes, just a moment. I'll take care of everything." Yeri said. He immediately walked first leaving Arga. Yeri looks very nervous. He tried to stay calm and left in front of Arga.

"Why him?" said Arga flat.

Yeri immediately got into her car. Yeri sat down without waiting for Arga who was still walking slowly towards her car.

Arga sat beside Yeri. He's still quiet. Without talking to Yeri. Arga started running his car out of there.

Don't want to look so tense. Yeri immediately turned her face away. He tried to relax. The atmosphere in the car seemed so tense. Arga was just sitting in the car. Makes himself unable to wiggle. The gripping aura felt piercing into his bones.

A few minutes' journey. They just shut up. Only a gust of ac gushed into the pores of his skin.

Why is he just silent. Is he a canker sores? Anyway, it can be very later.pukkan Arga aja can talk.

"After this, I'll call someone to help you. After that, you start working."

"Yeri looked at Arga in disbelief. Do I really have to work?" ask Yeri to make sure again.

"You don't want to?" ask Arga.

"I doubt you, sir!" Yeri pressed her voice.

"Silence, and start working. Hans will take you to where we work later."

Yeri sighed. Wants him to leave immediately. But he was trapped again. This time it's a freak you can't go anywhere. Yeri could only shut up and take orders to work.

"Can tanya?" yeri said very carefully.

"Ask, what?" Arga was getting ready to start checking some of the documents he was signing."

"I just got word. If you want to meet!"

"Why didn't you say it?" ask Arga. Arga is still focused on his work. He did not look at Yeri at all. Arga's fingers focus on the laptop keyboard. He pressed a few letters there.

"Can I ask you?" ask Yeri nervously.

"Ask what else?" grouse Arga. He started to focus on some of the documents he was checking.

"When are we getting married?" ask Yeri.

"We're getting married soon. Oma will come here. So you just shut up. Better to sit in his place.

Yeri troubled her eyes. He made sure of what he heard earlier.

"What right?" ask Yeri.

"Oma, come. He said he wanted to see you. I told you already. If you can meet at home. But, he said he wanted to meet all the time," said Arga. He walked slowly towards Yeri. Standing teoat in front of Yeri who was still silently sculpting. Arga held Yeri's hand. Help him to sit down immediately.

"Yeri, sit down, first!" said Arga. He helped Yeri sit on the sofa.

"Please yourself first. Don't be so tense, baby!" Arga gently rubbed Yeri's hair. He fell thin on her. Didn't expect a gentle kiss to land on his forehead. Yeri swerved for a moment. Yeri glanced up. Look at Arga's face on it.

Yeri's heart was pounding more than usual. "What are you doing?" ask Yeri.

Arga let go in the future. He sat down beside Yeri. Festive into Yeri's two hands. Swiping the back of his hand. "Oma said she brought a wedding dress for you. You can choose later!"

"Wedding?" ask Yeri. Replied by a head disturbance by Arga.

"Are we getting married soon?" yeri's lips trembled. Bringing Arga to suspect him. Arga touched Yeri's lips. The thumb of the right hand yes gently rubbing the lower lip Yeri twisting to the upper lip. Yeri's heart as long as it wants out of her skeleton. Seeing lips that are so tempting Arga would love to****** those lips. His mind fantasizing wildly could make out with him.

"What are you doing?" Yeri brushed off Arga's hand.

"Why? I'm your future husband? Want me to kiss or I touch it is up to me!" said Arga. Yeri scared both her eyebrows. He brought his face closer to Arga. "Remember, sir! You and I just married kintrak. You have no right to touch me. You can break your own agreement" Yeri said slowly. He purposely reminds Arga again of the agreement. Yeri pats Arga's shoulder.

Arga pulled Yeri's wrist to immediately sit back in place.

"Agreement is only for you. No repairs for me!" arga clear. He got up from his seat. While laughing small. Walk back to his chair.

Yeri pursed her lips. He's racking his brain. Trying to stay calm for a moment. How can he if he meets Deon. And, Deon told me everything. He'll be angry.

"Why are you quiet?" ask Arga.