
Vio snorted annoyedly at Art's speech, which was about 45 years old. Vio returned to open his door password. But somehow he over time so annoyed also because it is always wrong continue.
Aunt Sutri soon leaves Vio to meet Mr. Mars, who complains that Miss Vio will not eat. "Master Mars"
Mars who had been sitting at the table eating was immediately staring at Art who came here without Vio. "Auntie? What's up?"
"Non Vio doesn't want to eat"
Mars breathed his breath. He then told Bibi to go back to the kitchen to finish all her work and go home. Because Mars hired Art to go back and forth, so tomorrow morning his fifth Art will come back here and go home if it's the night, and so on. The full works in his apartment were 30 bodyguards for each person standing in some corner of the apartment, there was even a Mars ordered to guard the lobby, he said, he was worried that at any time Vio would leave because it was released by his supervision.
Mars stood and walked where Vio was. "Why so?" Mars asked by folding both hands when he saw Vio who was still trying to open the door password.
Vio stopped his activities. He grunted annoyed. Then turned to look at Mars with a hostile gaze. "Open the door!"
"I won't open it until anytime. Unless it's my own will" Mars replied in a relaxed tone.
"Bag sat's son!" Connect Vio with annoyance. "Bukain now! I want to meet Arga, we have a deal" said Vio who had the idea to reason that he would meet with Arga so that Mars would open it.
"Oh yeah? Where's proof? Chat him if so" Challenge Mars who knows that his wife just reasoned to want to meet the man.
Mars saw Vio's stomach. Then looked back at Vio again, "The boy had not been anyone's legitimate child after the DNA test results were carried out. I doubt that it was my son, and I don't believe that it was Arga's son either, so after doing the DNA test and the results didn't match me, I didn't, then you can say that it is your girlfriend's child" explained Mars. I don't know, he's not sure that it's his son, but he also doesn't accept that the stomach in Vio's womb is Arga's.
Vio's heart was again made sick by the words of Mars just now. Mars still does not believe it. Does Vio have to agree to a DNA test to make Mars satisfied? Tears that almost shed was as strong as Vio's strength to hold Agara did not fall and look crybaby in front of Mars. "What do you want?" Ask Vio then. He was already completely tired of this complicated life scenario.
"I'm just trying to find proof that what you said is true that you never had that relationship with Arga. Who knows if our household can be repaired" Mars replied immediately. After some thought, Mars should have looked for evidence first. Whether what he saw yesterday was wrong or true, whether it was true about red stains if Vio had been injured or it turned out that Vio had done it with other men.
"No need! I want us to separate as soon as possible" Reject Vio who doesn't want Mars to find any more information. He feels better this marriage does not need to be maintained, because from the beginning also this marriage is only equally forced. What to expect from a match?
"Don't be selfish, if it's really my son, then I will regret for a lifetime because I believe in my own ego. So let me be selfish this time, now I am very difficult to believe you because the devil still penetrates the whole brain and soul" said Mars at length.
Vio shifted his gaze. Why was his heart so touched to hear Mars' words this time. "Am I being too selfish?" Inner Vio who was now thinking about all his mistakes. After thinking, Vio remembered where he gave a marriage agreement letter when before marriage, is it selfish?. Then the second he also gave another agreement to give Mars a chance for 3 months to make him fall in love, is it also selfish? Then Vio also blatantly asked Mars for permission to meet with Arga, that was selfish too?. True, in this marriage he is the most selfish.
"We eat" Take Mars who then took Vio's hand to the dining table.
Vio no longer denied or rebelled. He followed the steps of Mars Samapi on the dining table.