A Paid Wife
Seduce Spoiled 2

Suddenly Yeri turned her head, looking at Arga already standing behind her. "Arhaha…."

"What's? anyways you are long." said Arga casually. He walked past Yeri. It covers the white mosquito net connecting the glass walls of the shower and bathup. Arga took off his clothes and started soaking on the bath.

Although Yeri. Put on the alarm and leave the bathroom. It did not stop him from continuing to stomp his legs annoyed.

"I didn't peek at you" said Arga, closing her eyes, enjoying the warm water inside the bath.

"It's impossible if you don't see it" Yeri said in disbelief.

"As for you, believe me or not."

"No." Yeri opens the bathroom door. And get out. Shutting back the bathroom door is very hard. Make a loud noise.

Basic male bummer. Why did he go into the bathroom. Especially me. Ah. I can't imagine anymore. When he saw me. Basic byebelin! Bummer! Bummer!

Yeri ruffled her hair in frustration, she could not imagine how embarrassed it was. As Arga briefly passed by beside him. Oh, naw! His eyes must have seen where, where.

Yeri took a deep breath, trying to calm her heart. He sat on the sofa. Yeri unceasingly rubbed her face in embarrassment. His mind floated as Arga touched his chest.

That cold guy always gets a chance to touch me. Or I'm too stupid.

Arga who had just finished taking a bath she immediately put on her clothes. And sit back on the couch in his room. Saw Yeri sitting alone in front. Makes him feel lazy when dealing with stupid women. Makes his brain so stupid when in front of him.

Yeri who had been waiting for Arga, she wanted to invite him to go to the house of oma. But it's been almost an hour. He hasn't even come out of his room yet. Feeling very curious, Yeri walked towards her room. His steps came to a halt when he saw Arga sitting relaxed, with his hands and eyes focused on his phone.

Yeri took a deep breath and tried to dare herself to walk closer to Arga.

I hope he doesn't reject it. I've bet my face. If he rejects me again, I am so ashamed the umpteenth time. Yeri murmured, setting her breath back.

“Hai...” saya Yeri walks over to Arga who sits casually on the sofa. Hearing Yeri's voice, Arga put her phone on the table. He changed his sitting position. With his left hand on it and he sat casually leaning against his back.

“What else?” asked Arga a little annoyed. “Or do you want to accuse me of peeking at you again?” continued.

Yeri smiled, she excitedly answered Arga. It's a little jutek. But it was his habit. Yeri sat beside Arga staring at her shyly.

“Do not get close.” Pinta Arga's.

“What's the reason?” yeri asked a little annoyed.

“Already, don't come near I said.” Arga pulled his body slightly to the left.

“You're bw! I didn't talk about it in the bathroom” Yeri said trying to explain.

“Nyebelin how?” ask Arga. “And I didn't ask about it.”

“OK.. Okay.. All right, now just get to the point.” Yeri said, taking a deep breath. “Emm.. Are you busy?” Yeri tried to shift her seat, approaching Arga.

“Entah, what is it?” ask Arga Jutek, while shifting his seat slightly keep the distance with Yeri.

“Shortly, have you taken a shower?” asked Arga again, he pursed his nose.

Yeri fell silent, trying to recall. Whether he has taken a shower or not. Even he forgot, let alone others.

He smiled faintly showing his white teeth, staring at Arga. “Hehe.. Looks like not.” muttered Yeri.

“It doesn't look like it anymore! You haven't had a shower yet. The smell has come to my nose.” Connect Arga. “Already shower there, before talking to me.” Arga scrunched his nose

“But... I spoke just once.” Yeri said not to get up from her seat.

“What do you want to say, again?” ask Arga.

“You are today to home oma or not?” yeri asked a little nervously. She was afraid of Arga getting angry or refusing to go to the house of oma. “Emmm Day.this.kan, work holiday,”.

“I already know, if today is a work holiday. Why do you have a work holiday. I also do not want to go to the house of oma first.” Arga.

Yeri blinked her eyes many times. He feels very strange. Just this time he heard Arga explain at length. Usually always flat. Even his face was colder than ice.

“But.. I want to see my father.” Humam Yeri lowered his head. “I've been a few days not seeing him.”

“Mandilah!” pinta Arga's.

“So you want?” ask Yeri enthusiastically.

“Already, quickly shower!”

Yeri smiled happily, she got up from her seat. “Iya.. Yes.. I will take a shower now. “ said Yeri, he immediately ran away leaving Arga. “And you, don't go anywhere. Stay there.” Yeri. Before she went into the bathroom.

I don't think there's any more Yeri. Arga was just silent, a sigh. “Truly makes me dizzy. Why can I marry him.” Grousers Arga.

Arga's two eyes glanced at her phone lying on the table. “Do I need to contact him?” muttered Arga. He began to sit up straight, then slightly lowered his head forward, with two elbows attached to his knees. Between wanting to take and not. His hands felt back and forth if he wanted to contact the woman.

In one breath, Arga grabbed his phone. And immediately look for contact number. Although actually Arga already knows the long contact number. He never contacted her at all. Or talk to him. And now he doesn't know either, his number is still active or not. What Arga has is an old number.

Arga tried to reach him, long time no answer. That makes the man a little disappointed. Until the call is almost over.

“Haloo... This who?” cia's soft voice rattled Arga's heart. Even though it was only a few words, it made his heart feel healed.

“Hallo... This who? Do you know me? Hey... Why are you just silent?” said Cia berantuk.

“Yes, already if you don't want to talk. Strange base!” cia continued a little annoyed, at the opposite end.

Cia I heard your voice was calm. I want to see you, and make sure you're okay now. I don't know, I'm confused right now. My heart feels very sick, still hurts when I remember the events of that time.

Arga immediately turned off his phone call. He looked up at his room. Seeing Yeri who never came out of the bathroom. Arga immediately moved off the sofa. And walked out of his apartment. And it just so happened that Lucas was there, just coming. He was still standing right at his door.

“August, sir!” father Lucas lowered his body.

“Iya. morning.” Answer Arga flat.

“Are you told oma to come here?” ask Arga.

“Iya, sir. And now I want to pick you up, and non Yeri.”

“Alright, you just wait for him. The woman is still taking a shower. And I'm leaving first. Tell me the same oma, if I'm a little late. I have business to do.”

“But.. lord..”

“No need but, tapi. Just tell me what I command.” Strictly Arga, and immediately set foot left Lucas who was still standing right in front of his apartment.

And Arga stepped into the car park. He got in his car immediately. And traveling at speed is tracing the streets. I don't know what he wants to look for, if finding Cia is also impossible. He's got to ride in the car wherever he goes. And it won't be possible to walk.

Fifteen minutes of travel Arga stared at someone who was running to be chased by fanatical fans. He knocked on his car bomb. Make Arga immediately stop his car. He knew, it must be the Artist who was being hunted by the reporters.

Without much question the woman immediately got into the car. Avoiding the pursuit of journalists and fans who from yesterday was deliberately always following him.”

“Quick run the car.” Said the woman.

“But where are you going?” ask Arga.

“Later I explain. Now run the car first.” The woman panicked. He turned his face back so that the reporters would not look at him

Arga immediately re-runs his car. Driving at medium speed.

The woman tried to arrange a napansya that was still boring. He rubbed his chest, when he was relieved, and already felt safe, they did not know where he was now. The woman immediately opened her sunglasses, scarves and jackets that covered her body and into her two eyes.

Curious Arga, he glanced at the woman beside him. Instantly he, widened his eyes when he saw who the woman who was now sitting next to him was. The long, straight hair was unraveling very beautifully. Her beautiful face was clearly visible in front of her eyes.

“Cia..” pangil Arga nervous.

The woman had not realized that the car belonged to Arga. Slowly he turned his head, when Arga called him, Cia was no less surprised when he saw Arga the owner of the car.

“Arga?” their two eyes were fixed on each other. And Arga seemed to be sedated with his gaze. He who was originally angry now slowly began to melt. Those two beautiful eyes seemed to be shedding tears. Arga quickly raised his left hand. Wiping a tear on her cheek with her thumb. Arga still can't see the woman he loves crying.

“Do not cry.”

“Why?” cia asked, trying to smile happily. But he still could not, and only tears of happiness came out of his two eyes.

“I told you not to cry. And you still cry. You're wayward now don't obey me.” Said Arga, holding back her tears. He tried to stay calm. Arga started to stop the car.

“Why do you always avoid me, Arga?” cia asked, looking towards Arga.

“Because I can't see you. You know, this pain still lingers in my heart.”

Cia frowned. “What pain? Did I hurt you? Have I sown thorns in your heart?” asked Felicia not to take it.

“Yes, the thorn you sowed is still stuck deep in my heart.” Arga's face looks flat again. He looked towards Cia at a glance. Then start running the car.

“Wait.” Cia said, pulling Arga's hand so that the car does not go first.

“What's up?” asked Arga without looking at Cia.

Cia pulled Arga's hand to stare at him. The woman floated a gentle kiss on Arga's lips. It surprised Arga. Their two eyes were fixed on each other. And Cia played Arga's lips, poked her lips. Without a reply from Arga. The man stared at what Cia was doing. When Arga wanted to return the kiss, he recalled where Cia was at a nightclub in America. Even when he wanted to see her. It turned out that the woman was kissing some of the men who were with her. Seeing that, now he had a new call for the woman he knew used to be very innocent.

Arga calls his name to a woman ******. And that incident has kept him down until now. She always changes numbers if Cia knows her phone number.

Arga held onto Cia's two shoulders. “What you do ******.” Screeched Arga, pushing Cia's body away from her.

“Sit quietly. And I'll drive you home.” Strictly Arga, who starts running his car. Without looking at Cia who looked disappointed at him.