A Paid Wife
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Arga rubbed into the tears that were dripping in Yeri's two eyes. "Don't cry grimly."

Yeri looked at Arga's face. "Zinciput? Who's the whiny one?"

"You, that's just crying. You still have a father. And you can take pictures with him at any time." said Arga.

"But…"

"But you're too ugly in the photo." Ejek Arga, chuckling lightly rubbed the tip of Yeri's head.

"You're like a child know not." he continued.

She smiling? Did I not see wrong. He was really smiling. Why is he so handsome.

Yeri pushes Arga's chest away from her. "Don't tell me I'm ugly."

"Emang ugly," cried Arga sharply. Pulling on his two eyebrows together.

"Basic breeze! Bummer! Bummer!" pekik Yeri hit Arga's chest many times. Furious Arga held onto Yeri's two wrists. Pushing his body against the balcony railing.

"Can you shut up?" arga, raise his voice. He brought his face closer. With the body increasingly attracted to it. Felt needily. Yeri pulled her body backwards. Sometimes he looks down. The floor is so high. Makes him scared. Yeri closed her eyes.

Is he going to push me? Or I will end up here, even though my love story has no ending. Pekik Yeri, holding very tightly to the balcony fence.

Arga looked towards Yeri. He smiled thinly. When I saw the woman was so scared. I feel satisfied with her. Arga held onto Yeri's waist, pulling her forward, making their bodies twist, forward. Stick to each other, get in a warm deck.

Yeri just kept her eyes closed. His body shook violently. And thought he'd fall downstairs.

Can't I fall yet? Is the building too high? Or am I falling too slow? May I be saved by a handsome angel like the one in the drama.

Arga's two eyes did not want to be separated to look at Yeri's face. Every movement of his face, he always paid attention to detail. His hands were getting tighter and tighter on his waist. Makes him unable to wiggle anymore.

If she's an angel, let me kiss her. Let him be human later. And keep him going with me. Yeri continued to grumble in her heart. Her innocent manner made her mind like a child. He pursed his lips, a little manyun forward, as if he had wanted to kiss Arga. The man quickly pushed Salsa's forehead with his forefinger.

"Don't want to kiss people" whispered Arga right in Yeri's ear.

I felt familiar hearing that voice. Yeri opened her eyes wide. He stared at Arga, silent for a moment. Feeling Arga's hand on her waist.

"Aaaa…. Why are you holding me." yelled Yeri, pulling her body away from Arga. He covered his chest with both hands.

"So what are you doing?" pekik Yeri's.

"What am I really doing?" ask Arga to make sure.

"Yes, how do I know. Um.. Who knows.. You're. uh. Did you kiss me?" yeri said nervously. She was so embarrassed that she turned her face away.

Yeri why are you so stupid. She kissed me anyway. It wasn't me who almost kissed him. Ah.. It's so embarrassing. Totally disgraceful. I don't think about my lips. Gerutu Yeri stopped moving her legs softly.

"You're okay, right?" ask Arga to make sure. He took two steps forward, patting Yeri on the shoulder.

What should I do in front of him now. I'm so embarrassed.

"Yerui? You why?" ask Arga a second time.

Yeri took a deep breath, she lowered her head twisting her body.

"Yes, I'm leaving" said Arga.

Yeri raised her head quickly. "Ep.. Where are you going?" ask Yeri a little worried."

"How's phone?"

"Later to fix it!"

"Now!" yeri Decak.

"Yes! I'll fix it later. And just calm down..About your data." said Arga took his foot away. Waving his hands towards Yeri.

"Eh.. Bentar!" yeri said, clenching her lips, running small towards Arga.

Arga sighed in annoyance, rolling his eyes lazily. "What, again, Yeri?" ask Arga.

"Where are you going?" yeri asked her body following her every step away.

Yeri what are you asking.. Why do you ask that repeatedly. After class, he wants to go. Gerutu Yeri, cursing at himself. He was ashamed of what he said.

"You go." answered Arga, walked up to get his jacket, and came back again, staring at Yeri. However, he deliberately kept his distance with her.

"To a friend's party."

"Whose friend? Do you have any friends here? And where does he live? Does oma also know about your friend? Your friend is a woman or a man, if she is a beautiful woman? And on the contrary if what man he is handsome." cerocos Yeri no stop. He blinked his eyes, putting on a face like a small child.

"Why your eyes?" tanya Arga frowned, slightly staring at the strange Yeri.

"My eyes?" Yeri held onto her two eyes.

What's wrong with my eyes? Was I wrong?

"Basic freak!" said Arga.

"Eh.. I'm not weird.. My question has not been answered. If you've been answered, go."

"What question, I'm not clear how to talk you fast there's no point, comanya.

Yeri pursed her lips in annoyance. "Yes, already. Where you going?" yeri asked a little annoyed.

"You don't know, so you better shut up now. And guard the house." cried Arga, holding onto Yeri's two shoulders.

"I can come with you" muttered Yeri, pursing her lips. He fell down afraid.

Arga stared at Yeri's every move. Instantly he breathed a rough sigh.

His mind started to get messed up when he married her. He could not struggle at all, let alone Yeri there was a heavy shield. The oma.

Why doesn't he. rest or what? He always makes me feel sick.

"Why are you silent? What's your friend's name? What oma knows too."

"It has nothing to do with oma, so don't let you tell her. If you know. I won't forgive you." threatened Arga.

"Don't care. I want to tell oma if you meet another woman" said Yeri did not feel her mouth suddenly let out an unexpected remark.

Arga frowned. He slightly bowed, staring at Yeri very closely. Making his breath race against each other.

"You mean?" ask Arga.

"Forget it, I'm coming along" said Yeri, then she immediately turned her face embarrassed.

Yeri.. What the hell are you saying? How can I go with him? Is he gonna take me? You don't know where he went either?

Arga stood perfectly, putting his two hands in his pocket. With his two blue eyes it stared at every movement of his wife's face.

"Emm. Well, you can come along, but you have to change. Don't wear clothes like this." said Arga, walking her feet away.

Yeri turned her head around looking at Arga already almost opening the door of her apartment.

"Shortly, why did you leave me?" ask Yeri.

"I'm waiting for you downstairs, anyways if it's inside. Can I see you changing clothes?" arga answered without looking back. He held the doorknob, then made it slowly.

Yeri lowered her head. He was really embarrassed a few times. The nervousness when talking to him made him very embarrassed, as shy as it was.

Yeri immediately changed clothes. He opened his closet staring at the clothes that fit him. He stopped flipping a few clothes, trying them in front of the mirror. Throw it in bed.

"Why are all my clothes ugly!" yeri muttered annoyed.

"Emm. said Arga was going to a friend's house. Yes, it's been sober clothes anyway not too important, right." muttered Yeri, he was wearing original clothes. Using a short span skirt, with a tangtop shirt open a little bit of her body. Then put on a long-sleeved levis jacket covering her body.

Feel it's neat. Yeri ran out of the apartment.

Arrive at the car park floor. He rolled his eyes trying to find where Arga was now.

"Just.. Tit…"

The loud sound of the horn surprised him. Yeri frowned. And ran towards Arga's car.

Every car seems very quiet. Arga is too focused on driving his car. And Yeri just gripped her own fingers. He did not dare to start the conversation first. Occasionally Yeri glanced at Arga. Looked at the man's face from the side.

Such a cold face, jutek, nyebelin? but behind it all, it turns out to have a lot of personality. When he smiles. And when he's in his madirin oma. He's so innocent like a child. But the good looks on his face never fade. He always takes a shower at every moment.

Yeri's two eyes could not be seen Arga's face. Observing every corner of his face. His nose, his thick eyebrows made him very envious. With those blue sharp eyes it looked so handsome. Sexy lips are a little seductive. A man dreams of women.