Abhimanyu : Pelakor Rentals
38. Foreign Faced Woman Juwita

"Yes, Auntie, it's at the airport. Just gonna take off."

"Later to get there, the auntie will pick you up to the hotel. Rest first, do not immediately play games well," replied Juwita.

"Yes, Aunt."

Rara served Juwita until all her messages were finished and the call was switched off. Indeed, Abhimanyu and Rara have just returned from Bali, making sure all of Rara's cousins return home safely while they are ready for the next flight to Papua, Raja Ampat.

Rara's head was actually dizzy and she just wanted to go home to sleep, but the ticket Juwita gave her was too expensive to waste. Moreover, their lodging there was already prepared by Juwita.

"Later if you get to, you can eat," said Abhimanyu while putting a blanket well into Rara's body. "Now sleep. If it's not strong then come down I'm carrying."

Yeah, Rara hasn't eaten since yesterday. Except coconut water and pieces of fruit are called foods. But apart from that Abhimanyu still forbid it until the closed, Rara hopes the plane quickly gets to the destination.

As soon as Abhimanyu actually carried Rara down. The man took her all the way to the hotel room, then came along with a bowl of fragrant chicken porridge.

"If you are desperate to treat again, even because you want your mission to be smooth," Abhimanyu fed porridge to his mouth, "you can't eat a week."

Rara ate her porridge while pouting. "Aren't you the same as your wife?"

"It's precisely because honey I have to put drugs in your body out all."

Dear. A sudden and unpredictable word. Rara sometimes forgets that this is all just a contract relationship but because now she is remembering, Rara becomes questioning. Baby what does that mean?

"Why? Open your mouth." Abhimanyu was unconscious.

It makes Rara think that the word love in her mouth is just a sentence.

Huh, no. Rara can't be too baper either. He told me now was not the time to be affectionate with someone.

"The unboxing video view is good." Rara must immediately remember the purpose of this marriage. "Many DMs on Instagram I made a honeymoon vlog. Anita said she would send her team here to be a photographer as well as a temporary cameraman. I bought them a ticket so they'll be tomorrow."

Abhimanyu immediately stopped stirring the porridge in the bowl. "Ranaya."

"Hm?"

"It's a honeymoon. At least don't open the same business."

"Eh?" Rara was clearly dumbfounded. "But we work together."

"Oh, so you're saying I'm bribing a partner who's jetlagging plus the third day of menstruation?"

Rara gulps. "You're not my partner what do I do?"

Abhimanyu's gaze instantly became 'a stupid human base that is so unhelpful that even angels must be fed up with your stupidity'. The gaze that made Rara instantly frowned. "Do not try to do anything!" rara protest is disputing.

"Your question is too clear. If I want to know what you are, I love or not, love or not, yes immediately ask. Don't be so convoluted."

"Who is also the—"

"I love you, Ranaya." Abhimanyu approached, picking up a sweet kiss on Rara's lips. "We are working partners but our husband and wife relationship is genuine. So if you're in love with me ... I will love you eventually. Have I made myself clear?"

Rara herself does not know why sometimes she does not believe in Abhimanyu's love for her. But after getting that sentence, which woman was not lulled?

Rara involuntarily pulled Abhimanyu's arm, reaching out at his nape to hold their lips together.

"Eits, relax dong." Abhimanyu let go of that kiss full of evil. "Eat first. You just got ruffled."

Rara bit Abhimanyu's hand without caring she screamed painfully.

Who told you to nudge!

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"Where are you taking me, Bi?" Rara grumbled impatiently as her eyes were covered by a thick cloth, as a barrier.

"Bi, open up dong."

"Patience, dear." Abhimanyu finally stopped. Then when she removed her blindfold, Rara unwillingly held her breath.

Oh gosh.

"Abimanyu."

"Hm?"

"You crazy?" Rara turned her head and glared wide at him. "You can take the bed to the pool deck of the hotel next to the restaurant! Romantic where do you want to play people?!"

"Who knows you want."

"Abuoyu!"

The man laughed. "Some of you are funny. Who's the naro mattress there to play? It's photo material, Ranaya."

Rara froze for a moment. He thought that since Abhimanyu had been patiently waiting for a week not to go in and out of his nest, the man went crazy. Moreover, every night he obviously asked Rara to satisfy him with her mouth and hands, indicating that this man was hyper.

Fortunately, he is not that crazy.

"This is a surprise story." Abhimanyu looked at the camera that was glaring at them. "But it seems like you have to take it back because your reaction is too flat. Basic new artist."

"Grottling!" Rara frowned but the obedient edges were also told to come back, then startled herself.

Somehow it was very embarrassing when Rara pretended to cry to see the romantic decoration, but honestly ordinary. How can Sakura really look shocked, moved and happy on camera when it turns out all the surprises were made by herself?

But apart from that, the rest of Abhimanyu asked Rara to behave normally. They lay in bed, receiving directions from photographers who would capture the moment for public consumption.

"Break first." Abhimanyu took off his embrace from Rara, getting out of bed. "I'm going to the toilet for a second. Wait here, okay?"

Rara formed 👌 on her hand and went to check the results of the photo. At first everything was normal. But maybe the universe can't be that easy to let someone be happy without pain first.

A staff member who helped with the shooting session suddenly said, "Sister Rara, is that not Mas Abhimanyu?"

Rara looked in the direction in question and at once the biggest surprise today appeared precisely because of something else.

The voice of the woman in the Gempita Club that night suddenly repeated itself, spinning in Rara's head to remind her of a reality.

"Abimanyu likes his stepmother."

On the other side of the pool close to the entrance to the hotel restaurant, Abhimanyu holds the hand of a woman who looks like her stepmother.

Rara did not know why she spontaneously asked for her phone, called Juwita without taking her eyes off Abhimanyu and the woman.

"Hello, Honey?"

Rara held her breath. Clearly he saw the woman there and Abhimanyu was talking, not holding a cell phone but why did Juwita answer his call?

"Aunty? Where's aunt now?"

"Eh? Aunt at home, son. This nyuin Milo. What's wrong?"

Oh God.

Is this just a coincidence? How could anyone there have a face exactly like Juwita to the point that if she claimed to be Juwita then Rara believed one hundred percent?

Who her?

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