Billionaire Bride
CH-3 Billions ATM Cards

They entered the magnificent building where Damian was going to have a meeting with his colleagues.

Upon entering the lobby, someone called Damian.

“Damian, have you arrived?” asked a young man Damian's age but had brownish skin, unlike Damian who had pale white skin.

“Hai Tommy,” reply Damian, they also have a night, also with Mr. Indra.

“I heard you're married,” he said Tommy.

“Thinking abroad will not be until the news,” Damian said, as if complaining.

“Of course it has become trending everywhere, all friends already know, they are waiting for a reception invitation from you. When's prescription? The time you married secretly on the island, it's a pity, share happiness with your friends,” said Tommy, patting Damian on the shoulder. Then Tommy looks at Hanna.

“This is your wife?” ask Tommy.

Damian had to nod. Hanna glared at Damian who was whining pretending not to see any protest from Hanna.

Tommy reached out his hands with Hanna, looking at Hanna fixedly from top to bottom, hemm it turns out Damian prefers local women, he thought with his routine Damian abroad, his friend would choose an outsider's wife.

“I waited in the loby only,” said Hanna.

Damian did not answer, he immediately entered the elevator with Tommy. Hanna called Indra then whispered.

“Can I borrow money? I'm hungry, I also want to buy something,” Hanna said. I don't know why his stomach feels hungry because of sleep. Neither Damian nor Indra invited him to breakfast.

Mr. Indra seemed to be frowning.

“Mrs wait in loby,” says Mr Indra. Hanna nodded.

Then Indra walked into the elevator following Damian and Tommy, to the floor where the meeting was held.

When Damian began to sit in the meeting room, where he met his colleagues, Mr. Indra approached him.

“Pak, Madam needs money to buy food,” replied Mr. Indra. It surprised Damian. The money? For that woman? He also looked at the face of Mr. Indra, who was also looking at him. Of course Mr. Indra did not know that they were not husband and wife, Mr. Indra thought that they were just fighting.

Damian took out his wallet, took out a card and given it to Mr. Indra, he also wrote down a pin scraped with paper.

“As soon as he wants to buy what,” Damian said. Mr. Indra nodded and took the card.

Hanna sat in the loby looking at the people passing by. There is also a room used by banks, visible from where he sat, many people queue at the teller, even though atm is also on his right.

“Mrs!” call Mr. Indra.

“Do not call Madam, I feel older,” complained Hanna.

“Bu Hanna,” reset Indra sir.

“Yes it's better,” replied Hanna, nodding a nod.

“This,” pak Indra delivers that card from Damian.

“What is this?” ask Hanna.

“ATM Card from Mr. Damian. You can use it for anything,” replied Mr. Indra.

“I'll borrow your money, not Damian sir,” Hanna said.

“Sorry Hanna, Mr Damian is your husband, is that right?” said Mr. Indra. Hanna pondered, so Mr. Indra really considered her Damian's wife.

“Ya, thank you,” said, while taking the card.

“Alright, I go back to the top,” said Mr. Indra.

“Iya, thank you Mr. Indra,” said Hanna. Mr. Indra just nodded, then headed back towards the elevator.

Hanna turned the card over, a bank said. He also circulated his views on the lined atm. He needed cash to buy this and that. He finally went to the ATM. He tried the card, and the written pin number on the paper he was holding.

A moment later he was wide. Did he not see wrong? He counted the numbers in the atm. One two three.ha.Damian gives atm with a balance of billions of rupiah! Is that guy crazy? Giving a card with so much balance to a woman he does not know, what if he runs away? But no, Hanna is not that kind of con woman. He only took enough. Since he did not have a bag, he asked for the folio paper on the receptionist, and rolled up the money with the paper.

Today, Hanna used to shop for bags, cosmetics and mobile phones. Yes, he needs a communication device.

In the afternoon he returned to the office building. When entering the loby someone called him.

“Mrs Damian!” call the voice of men. Hannapun turned to the voice, apparently the driver Damian.

“What's up?” ask Hanna.

“I'll take you to Hotel. Mr. Damian and mr. Indra are already there,” said the driver.

“Oh yes, well,” said Hanna. Damian had finished his meeting.

He followed the driver to Damian's car, which immediately left the building. Arriving at the intended hotel, Mr. Indra was waiting for him in the lobby.

“Mrs! “ call.

“Bu Hanna, we are worried about your whereabouts,” said Mr. Indra, repeating his call.

Hanna frowned, worried? He doesn't believe.

“Pak Damian is waiting in room 203,” said Mr. Indra.

“Room 203? What number is my room?” ask Hanna.

Indra even laughed.

“New bride is not good continue to fight,” said Mr. Indra. Make Hanna dumb. Mr. Indra really thought they were married, until the room was booked only one room.

“Please bu, I'm interracial,” said mr Indra. Hanna nodded.

They were in room 203. Mr. Indra knocked on the door of the room, a voice came from inside inviting in. They enter.

Hanna looked at the spacious room, looking very comfortable.

Suddenly she screamed and turned her body around, when she saw Damian finished his bath and only used a small towel on his waist.

Damian frowned, what was the woman shouting about?

Mr. Indra kept Hanna's shopping bag on the sofa, he just smiled seeing Hanna still turned her back to Damian.

“Pak Indra where are you going?” ask Hanna.

“I slept in another room, Madam,” replied Mr. Indra again calling her Madam. He went out of the room and closed the door.

“Why do you let people in while you only use a towel like that?” hanna asked, still looking back at him.

“What's the problem?” damian grumbled, he was wearing his clothes.

“What did you say? That's so embarrassing!’ exciting Hanna.

“Most where? Just plain,” replied Damian.

“You said you were ordinary? How common is it? You only use a small towel,” complained Hanna.

Damian didn't say anything more, he combed his hair.

“Are you dressed?” ask Hanna. There's no answer.

“You're dressed yet?” ask him harder. Damian still did not answer, he said answering trivial things is not important.

 He glanced at the bag above the sofa.

“What are you shopping?” tanyakanya. Hanna thought Damian must have been dressed, so she turned her back. Sure enough, the man looked handsome in his casual clothes.

“I bought bags, mobile phones and cosmetics,” replied Hanna, while taking out those things.

He also pulled out the ATM card.

“This is me returning your card,” said Hanna. Damian climbed onto the bed, sat leaning back while holding his cellphone.

“I only use as necessary and a little money. I have also written down the amount of money I took in your atm,” said Hanna, she also gave a piece of paper a balance withdrawal sign at the ATM.

Damian ignored her, upsetting Hanna.

“Do people like you not care about others? I'm talking to you, you never answer,” Hanna said.

“You just keep the card,” Damian said, finally talking without turning your head.

“You sure? This is a balance of billions of rupiah,” said Hanna. Damian does not answer, making Hanna give up talking to Damian. He sits on the sofa.

“Then can I borrow it again to book another room? Here must be very expensive,” said Hanna, staring at Damian.

“Other rooms for what?” ask Damian.

“ Of course for my room,” replied Hanna.

“Tommy sleeps in the next room,” Damian replied.

“Tommy who is your friend?” ask Hanna. As usual, Damian did not answer.

“So what about my fate?” ask Hanna again. Damian was still silent, he kept the phone next to him, broke down his body and slept.

Hanna just grunted annoyedly. He looked at the sleeping man. The man really has a closed personality. Who exactly is he? He was not a random person, he thought.

Hanna breaks her body in a sofa while trying her new phone, she tries internet links and browsing. On a whim he typed Damian's word. The result was beyond suspicion. There are many articles about Damian. His eyes were shocked. Turns out the assumption was right, he was a wealthy businessman, he should have guessed when he gave Damian a ride in a luxury car. Because at that time he did not think about it, which he thought about how to get away from his marriage.

What's he supposed to do now? He was with a man he did not know.

Suddenly a delirious voice sounded.

“Don't, don't go! Don't, don't leave me, don't, don't go,” said a soft voice in bed. Hanna looked towards the sound. Damian looked delirious with a pale and sweaty face, shaking his head.

Hannapun approached her, trying to wake her up.

“Damian! You're delirious!” hanna said, her hand touching Damian's shoulder.

“Do not go,” Igau Damian, hold Hanna's hand firmly. Seeing her like that made Hanna pity. She tries to wake him up, but his hand is pulled by Damian until he falls in Damian's arms.

“Don't go, don't go,” Damian said. Hanna will wake up but Damian's embrace is getting stronger.

“No, I won't go,” replied Hanna.

“Don't go!” damian's voice grew louder.

“No, won't go,” says Hanna. Now Damian's delirium stopped just that his embrace was not also released. For a minute, two minutes, three minutes, half an hour, the hug was still not released. Finally Hanna sleeps in Damian's arms.

The next day, Damian is shocked when he realizes he is hugging Hanna.

“You! Why am I sleeping with me?” damian asked, to Hanna who had also just woken up, they immediately distanced themselves. Hanna hurriedly got off the bed.

“You were delirious last night,” said Hanna.

“Is it morning?” damian asked again, as he got out of his bed and opened the window of his room, he smiled. Hanna was astonished, wasn't this the first time she had seen Damian smile.

She looked at Hanna.

“What did I do last night?” ask Damian.

“You just hugged me, you were delirious,” replied Hanna.

“Just hug you?” Damian made sure, there was a smile on his lips.

Hanna nodded.

“Do you want to work for me?” ask Damian, surprise.

“Work? Work what?” Hanna asked back.

“I'll pay you dearly if you want,” Damian replied.

“What is it?” hanna asked, curious, what kind of work is expensive.

“Do you want to accompany me to bed?” Damian replied, without hesitation.

“What? Sleep accompany? No, I don't want to. I'm not that kind of woman,” reject Hanna. His face was immediately bent sour.

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