A Paid Wife
Fall in love

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The sound of the door opening made Arga immediately stop his work. The sound of footsteps looks different. He knew it wasn't Jun nor Yeri. He felt very confident that it was Felicia. Arga won't look at him at all. And continue his work.

"Hi. Arga.. How are you?" a familiar voice in Arga's ear. Makes the man lift his head up. Felicia's voice was very different from her usual one. Her voice was softer, making Arga interested in taking a quick glance at her. He turned his face away when he knew who the woman in front of him was.

A beautiful woman with long wavy hair on her back, walked into her room. She walked like an international model. With a bag on her arm, and a very elegant red dress, fitting on her body. The pretty face was so perfect, the Felicia she knew back then now turned 90 degrees much prettier and fashionable. Even though dressing in a dress is rude in the office. But he just wants to see Arga and take her for a walk.

The aura of beauty of her face is more radiated, clean skin all over her body makes the men look at her will definitely be tempted never stop salivating. It is different with Arga. He was already disappointed with her. He was originally infatuated with Felicia, just like men in general. And from the fierce competition, only he could win Felicia's heart when they were still in High School. Slowly the feeling turned into a hatred that had been deeply ingrained in his heart for many years.

Only Arga now wanted to ignore the beautiful woman in front of him. He wouldn't even look at her at all.

"What's wrong?" ask jutek Arga.

"I miss you, you. It's not that we haven't seen each other in a long time." The woman walked up to him. And sitting at the end of the table right staring at Arga. With a hand held onto his shoulder, and he began to tease him tidying up the collar of his shirt.

"You know, I've been thinking about you all along. But I don't care what happens. And now I'm an international artist and model. I'm back at you."

Arga pulled the corner of her lips. "So you left me only because of your career?" Arga turned his face in disgust.

Felicia touched Arga's chest. "Don't touch me!" Arga pulled Felicia's hand and threw her in any direction very roughly. The woman was not angry, she just stared at Arga. He knows all his faults. But he also has his own reasons.

"I'm not going to touch you. If we eat together later in the day." said Felicia. With eyes teasing him.

"Eat it yourself." Arga is still a jutek. He was more focused on his work than the woman beside him who kept trying to tease him in various ways. And he still ignored it.

"Arga... Are you still angry?" ask Felicia about it.

"What about?" ask Arga. "And why should I be angry? I have no right to be angry. You and I have no relationship anymore. And the past let it pass. Now I have my own future.

Felicia lowered her head. He tried to catch his breath deep. Receiving his wounded heart with a welcome from Arga the first time he met.

"If there's nothing to talk about anymore, I'm leaving!" arga got up from his seat.

Felicia stood up straight, holding Arga's arm. "Don't go!" felicia.

"Why?" the two eyes of Arga were still not looking at Felicia.

The woman hugged Arga's arm tightly. "I want to apologize" said Felicia.

Yeri who was in a hurry wanted to immediately give a document to Arga.

haven't closed his mouth yet. Yeri who just wanted to enter the room Arga was surprised to see her old man being alone with the woman inside.

Yeri's breathing was instantly congested, her heart unable to beat normally. Why do I see them a little bit jell. As if a rope were made wrapped around my heart.

Why does my heart feel so sick? Do I have a liver disorder? But it seems my family has no liver disease. But what's with my heart now. I don't know, I'm also confused about my own heart.

Yeri patted her chest multiple times. He lifted his head, holding back the tears that wanted to drip for no reason.

Yeri tries to smile. "Sorry, I seem to be bothering you guys."

Arga looked towards Yeri. Her face shrunk to see Yeri's facial expression that looked different from usual. Curious about himself. Arga released Felicia's hand on her arm. Pushing her body away from him, and immediately walked with light steps closer to Yeri.

"Sorry! Don't be mad at me. I was accidentally, because I want to hand over this file." said Yeri bowed, he just lifted the file reached out to Arga. With the body down 45 degrees.

Yeri turned her body slowly, she had only taken one step forward. Arga's hand grabbed her wrist. Prevent him from ever getting out of his room again.

"You can't go!" said Arga.

"But…."

Arga covered Yeri's lips with her forefinger. "Ssttt. Follow what I say." whispered Arga.

"You stay here. And let the woman behind it go."

Felicia, sighing, he pulled down her lips increasingly into the sidelines of her teeth. Trying to hold back the feeling of crying that wanted to come out wet his cheeks. And the excess longing is being countered by him now. Even though he already knows, it is impossible to turn it around with an ex. Felicia's heart felt slashed, when she saw Arga close to the new woman in the ear earlier. And Felicia doesn't know him very well either.

"Let him go. And you stay here with me."

"But I…"

"You never say anything again. Or you want to chase him. Let her. But if you want to tell her how she's going to be."

"But… "

Arga held his wrist. Pulling Arga's body inside. And ignored Felicia who was still standing there. He could only stare at Arga who was slightly indifferent to him.

Felicia just silently stared intently at Yeri. "Arga. Or just the other time." whined Felicia, walked over to Arga again. He knew that Direction ignored him, but He still wanted to approach him.

"Don't you know that I have a wife" replied Arga, grabbing Yeri's shoulder. Hugged him in his arms. As if he was showing that Yeri was his wife. Everyone knows, Yeri is Arga's wife. But, only this time did Yeri feel proud if she could gain recognition from Arga.

Never even before. He was always indifferent to her. Marriage contracts taste like real marriage. Secretly watching each other and jealous. Yeri sighed. He was downcast, holding a sense of happiness in him.