A Paid Wife
Meet someone?

"May I ask, no?" ask Yeri. Start the conversation first. He broke the silence between them. Arga glanced at Yeri.

"Are you a boy or a girl?" ask Yeri again. He's so curious. Why until oma can not know. Curiosity is bothering him. Yeri decides to seek the answer from Arga herself.

"You don't need to know" said Arga. "It's better to just shut up. You will know later too. Where are we going" said Arga.

He still looks relaxed. Focus on driving the car. Without caring Yeri who was silent beside him.

Yeri pursed her lips. He was stirring up resentment in his heart. "Something seems to be hidden from him. Don't let my suspicions be right. We're already married. I don't want him to cause any more trouble."

"Ehh... Stop, jerk! Why I panicked. I should have calmed down. It's up to him to go with anyone. We're just limited to no more contracts." Yeri sighed. Out of his injured lips.

"Yes, already. I'm quiet!" said Yeri. He's trying to stay calm. With his leisure, Yeri wears a handset on his two ears. Listen to her favorite song. Yeri leaned her back, slowly she began to close her eyes enjoying the rhythm again heard by her.

Up to 40 minutes of travel. Arga arrived at his destination. Yeri closed both eyes. He was involuntarily carried away by the rhythm again that swept his mind. Until it gets into the subconscious.

"Already, until. You want to come in here or come in?" ask Arga. Yeri ignored Arga. He was still sound asleep sitting next to the driver's seat.

"Yeri," call Arga. He looked towards Yeri. A sigh of annoyance came out from his lips.

"Jeez, it's only been a few minutes since the trip has gone to sleep" Arga said. He got out of his car. Closing the door again. And, hurriedly opened the car door for Yeri. Arga patted Yeri's cheek gently twice.

"Yeri, wake up no?" said Arga.

"Hmmm... What, hell!" Yeri scrunched her face. Puckered both of his eyes. Slowly, he pulled both hands up. Stretching the muscles of his body that felt so stiff.

"What's wrong?" ask Yeri. Slowly the eyes stared to the side. Both of their eyes were fixed on each other. Yeri blinked her eyes a few times.

"What did you do, why did you wake me up?" ask Yeri. Pulling both his eyebrows up.

"You stay here. Or, come inside?" ask Arga.

Yeri was silent for a moment. He tried to think for a moment. "If you're thinking for a long time, I'll go first you can find me inside." Arga turned his gaze Reversing his body, immediately leaving Yeri alone.

"Eh, is he working on me?" Yeri blinked both eyes. Looking at Arga's upright back was already stepping away from his eyes.

Yeri pursed her lips. He sat back in the car. Decided not to go inside. He closed his eyes again. Just wanting to fall asleep, his mind immediately began to remember about Arga. What if he went along with another woman. Yeri opened her eyes again. He's moving out. Picked up the bag lying on the dashboard of his car. Don't forget to close the Arga's car door again. He immediately went inside the hotel. Even Yeri only regained consciousness when she arrived in front of the lobby. He looked around him. The two eyes went around looking at every red corner of the hotel.

"He's coming to the hotel?" ask Yeri to herself. His little heart began to suspect. How can a man go to a hotel. It's impossible if he meets a man. He must have met a woman.

"Arrmg..." Yeri stomped her legs irritated.

"How can I leave him alone. Oh, my God, how can I find him" said Yeri.

Yeri pursed her lips. "Sir, is there a guest by the name of Arga?" ask Yeri. He put his bag on the rectionis long table.

"Sorry, I can't tell you. All guests at this hotel are profasi." said the receptionist.

"Mom, I'm his wife. So tell me now I want to find out where my husband is" Yeri said.

"But..."

"Sir, you better say it now" Yeri said.

"Yes, budar. Whose name?" ask the receptionist.

"Arga wijaya" said Yeri.

Yeri sighed naoansya. He tapped his hand on the receptionist's desk. Waiting for a reply from the receptionist in front of him.

"How, mbak?" yeri asked, He could not wait for an answer.

"Had not booked a room yet. Maybe he met someone here at the restaurant behind the hotel. Or, in the back garden. Enjoy the view of the hotel," said the receptionist. Hearing that answer instantly Yeri sighed in relief. He rubbed his chest a few times.

"Good, thanks. Fortunately, he did not book a room. I think he went with another woman," Yeri said, leaving the receptionist. Walk towards the restaurant that was meant by mbak receptionis earlier.

Arrive at the restaurant you mean. Yeri stood at the door. Both eyes looked at every corner of the room. He didn't see anyone there. Failing to find Arga. Yeri remembered that behind there was a garden with a good view. Said mbak receptionis.

"Why he disappeared so quickly. I have to look for her everywhere else" Yeri pursed her lips. He stopped his legs from getting upset. And, immediately go towards the back garden. He kept walking around taking care of the instructions. Until his footsteps were fixed on such a beautiful garden. What an incredible view. Complete with swimming pool at the end there.

Yeri's eyes were fixed on the figure of a man sitting while chatting affectionately with a beautiful woman at the end of the park. They joke with each other.

Yeri stepped closer. Make sure who that man is again.

"Arga?" both of Yeri's eyes widened perfectly. When he saw the figure of Arga who was there. His eyes turned to glance at the woman beside him. "He who?" ask Yeri. He walked closer. Without even daring to approach the two of them. Or even disrupt their relationship.

"What are they doing?" ask Yeri. It was in his mind to walk closer to Arga. He sat not far from them both.

"Oh, yeah! How's your boutique?" ask Arga to the woman.

"Everything is going well" said Anaita.

"Sella, I'm sorry if I couldn't accompany you too long yesterday. I can't even pick you up at the airport" Arga said. Yes, the female figure beside Arga is Sella. He's Arga's lover who hasn't met in a long time. Even their relationship was losh contact. They never had any contact at all.

Now it's the first time. They meet. And, what a happy day for Arga. I can look at my old girlfriend again.