Chick Intern And Duda Cool
Chapter 62 I want Dinda tonight

Dinda had already driven with a taxi that took her to the Y hotel, where Arya is now. Along the way, Dinda felt anxious because the distance of hotel Y with his house is very far. He had never been to the area before.

Despite ordering a taxi from an official agent and choosing a more premium, Dinda still can not hide her concerns.

“I'm sorry Mom, if you can ask, I have a need for what to go to the hotel tonight - tonight?”, the driver who was only silent for half the trip finally issued his first question. He had already wanted to ask when he first received the order. But, she felt bad.

“Hm..”, Dinda is confused how to answer it.

“Father if not answered, Mom. I mean good. I just want to remind you. It's 9:30 at night. Although it was a 4-star hotel, but the area around there was quiet. So, please be careful.”, said the driver reminded.

“Ah. Yes Sir. There will be my husband, Mr.”, said Dinda.

At least he just wanted to make sure he wasn't alone. He sees nothing suspicious about the taxi driver, but Dinda just wants to be vigilant. Moreover, true he said, the night was very late and the area here was only passed by cars and motorcycles. Not many people walk, street vendors, or anything like that.

“Oh. Okay, Mom. Thank goodness someone was guarding.”

Dinda finally arrived after about 1 hour drive. The travel time is very long and without traffic signals that the hotel is very far away. Dinda paid for the taxi as soon as she got in front of the hotel lobby.

“Sorry Sir, Bar ‘Late Night’ next door, yes?”, asked Dinda to one of the hotel officers when she got inside.

“Bar is closed, Bu.”, replied the officer politely but still could not hide his curiosity when he saw Dinda asking for the hotel bar. The officer was puzzled as to why the hijab-wearing woman came to the hotel night and asked for a bar instead.

“Ah.. I received a call from the Bar Manager if my husband was there, Mr.”, replied Dinda again with more clarity. Who knows, the hotel staff knows.

“Ahhh... The drunken father was yes? Oh okay.. That's the husband, Mom?”, the hotel clerk asked. This time he really could not hide his surprise.

“Hn. Yes, Mr.”, replied Dinda again.

The hotel attendant escorted Dinda to the bar. Not to mention arriving, but from a distance of several meters, Dinda was already able to recognize the man who was bowed on the bar stool was Arya. His heart began to be uncomfortable. For several months of marriage, this was the first time Dinda had seen this side of Arya.

When people gossiped about him drinking at the bar, Dinda only thought of him as the wind. He thought that such a thing was common in big cities. Some of his college friends used to be like that too.

But when she saw her closest person, Arya, her own husband was drunk until like this made Dinda's heart uncomfortable. What makes him drink like this? Does it have anything to do with his fight this afternoon with that guy named Dimas? What's their relationship?

“Night, Sir. Sorry sir, so make trouble like this.”, Dinda said directly to a man who looks like a manager. Seen from his clothes are neater and nametag on the right side of his shirt.

“Yes, gapapa, mba. But is this really his wife?”, the manager made sure to come back. Because he saw Dinda was very young. From his appearance, Dinda is also like a good boy - well.

“Em.. Yes Sir. Yes.”, the Manager looked at Arya at a glance and then turned to Dinda again. Perhaps she was confused as to why a girl like Dinda had a husband like Arya who was currently in such a drunken state.

“Mbanya bring a car, or?”

“Eee... no, Sir. I'll book a room until tomorrow morning. It also seems to be late at night. Maybe we'll come back tomorrow. My husband brought a car like this here.”

“Ooh... Have you got the room? Maybe I can help you bring it upstairs. It seems that Mr. Arya is already heavily drunk. It is difficult if his own mba raised.”

“Already, Sir. I have a message below. Gapapa, Sir. I contacted the hotel staff. Well, that's it.”

Dinda pointed at the hotel attendant who had just arrived. He had already booked a room before going up to this floor and asked the attendant for help to pick up Arya.

It's too late to go home. Besides, Dinda couldn't have brought Arya home drunk like this. The hotel attendant helps Dinda transport Arya to her room on the 10th floor. Luckily, he did not have to go down anymore and just took the elevator that was also around.

Arya can still walk, but staggered. When he saw Dinda, he did not say anything but chuckled. The hotel clerk helps her to drive Arya to their room.

“Thank you very much, Sir. Gapapa, get here. I can bring it into.”, Dinda told the hotel clerk. Although actually he still had trouble holding Arya's body, but it was not good if the male attendant entered the room.

“Yes, if you need any more help, please contact the receptionist by phone inside yes, Bu.”, the hotel clerk politely said.

“Good, Sir.”, replied Dinda.

Dinda opens the hotel door with an access card and tries her hardest to get Arya to the bed.

“Ngapain you are here?”, Arya who from earlier was just silent and looks resigned to start talking.

“Pak Arya what - what the hell? So drunk, what does that mean? Mr Arya not kasian with Mama and Papa?”, said Dinda half-screaming while trying to sit Arya in bed.

Dinda took off Arya's shoes and removed her belt to make the man feel more comfortable. The smell of alcohol that Dinda never once smelled before came out stinging from Arya's mouth.

“Aaah”, Dinda screaming. Arya pulls Dinda along as the girl tries to lay her down. As a result, Dinda fell on Arya's body. When Dinda wants to wake up, Arya holds her back.

“Where the hell are you? Remember, you have a lot of debt with me.”, said Arya while hugging Dinda tightly.

“Pak Arya, awake. Lepasin.”, said Dinda trying to let go of Arya's embrace so tightly to her.

“Well, that's you call me with ‘Pak’ means one kiss.”, Arya said with a voice that sounded indecent.

Arya quickly landed her kiss on Dinda's lips. The girl could not stay away because Arya's embrace limited her space.

Arya turned her body and kept quiet. It seems like he fell asleep.

‘He why the hell? So strange!’, bathin Dinda.

‘May you not find me at home. I cleaned first aja.’, thought Dinda inwardly and moved towards the bathroom.

He took off his outer and hijab. Dinda put on a canal behind her nightgown that she had been wearing at home before receiving a call. Due to the rush, Dinda could only take a short-sleeved and outer coat.

Dinda spent a long time in the bathroom sitting and thinking. It just crossed his brain to contact a man named Dimas and find out. But he has no contact.

‘Oh.. if Arya and Dimas know each other, the contact must be on Arya.’ mas phone, thought Dinda.

He went straight out of the bathroom and searched - looking for Arya's phone.

‘Ah..ketemu.’, Dinda managed to retrieve Arya's phone from her pocket without the man noticing.

Dinda tried to unlock her phone that Inggit had previously told her about. Dinda never once opened Arya's phone even though she knew her password. But this time it was different, he had to call the man named Dimas and find out. However, Arya is her husband and she deserves to know.

Dinda type the name Dimas, but the results are nil. He did not find the man's name on Arya's phone.

‘What might be his business partner? So, it's on the other phone. Then, how can contact him.’

Before long, a call from an unknown number goes into Arya's phone.

‘Thank you yes. Who'sisthis? But if a personal phone should be people - people close.’, finally after a long time considering until the caller contacted as many as three times, Dinda picked it up.

He did not say ‘Halo’ first because he wanted to hear first who thought - kira who called.

“Halo.. Aryans.. Ar. I can explain that. Okay, we can all talk about it well. Come onl.. You misunderstood. No, although..I… ****..Okay, we better meet.”, the caller speaks in a panicked tone. Even the words he spoke were irregular.

Suddenly, someone from behind Dinda picked up and turned off his phone and threw it on the floor.

“Ngapain you use her phone all?”, Arya said from behind on Dinda. Dinda rounded her eyes.

“That person who called to Arya's mobile phone, not me.”

“You want to cheat on that guy too? Da? You are my wife, you should not spread the same charm of other men.”, said Arya moved to corner Dinda on the wall with her intimidating tone.

“Mas Arya said what the hell? Ngaur. Whose men? I also don't know who called. Arya was drunk. Better mas Arya break.”, Dinda tried to calm Arya who began to be out of control. His eyes are sharp. Whether he knew it or not is what he is doing now.

“Dimes. Cheating on you with her? Yes, Din? You know he's a jerk who's ruined my household. I won't let him destroy my household again.”

Dinda was confused by what Arya said. But, before Dinda could think or answer Arya's words, the man's lips had already stuck to his lips. Arya kissed him violently.

Arya locked Dinda's hand on the wall above her head with just one hand. Meanwhile, Arya, managed to explore anything that could be expected. Dinda tried hard to avoid. It is difficult, very difficult because Aryan power is clearly stronger than him.

As Arya slightly loosened her defenses, Dinda immediately took the opportunity. Dinda managed to escape and directly slapped Arya's face hard. He thinks the man has gone too far. Although Arya is her husband, but Arya has no right to treat her like that.

Arya squeezes her hair in frustration.

“Why? Or... It may be true that you are not a virgin, Dinda? Every time I touch you, you always refuse. You're all women the same. Funny.that one was pregnant with another man, that one.”, Dinda did not wait for Arya to finish her sentence. He again landed one more slap on Arya's cheek.

“Mas Arya has no right to treat me like this.”

“What like? I married you with your own consent. But I can't even touch you. Isn't it weird?”

“I'm just not sure if Arya's mas is serious about this marriage? And, this is not how it works. ”

“I am so serious that I will never give you to Dimas. Like I let my ex-wife pregnant her child?”, Arya said with a loud tone. He held Dinda's hand firmly.

“Sick, mas.”, Dinda said grimacingly.

Dinda rounded her eyes. He had a hard time digesting Aryan's words.

“What does that mean? What does this have to do with me?”

“You ask what does this have to do with you? You are now my wife. I'll make sure no one can have you but me. I will not let the error repeat itself.”, Arya said before returning to send her pushy kiss on Dinda.

Dinda tried to push Arya by hitting her chest.

“Hmppphhmmmhh.”, Dinda tried to push Arya but failed.

Arya pulls Dinda to the bed. Arya's grip on her head let Dinda's hair slip and the girl's hair down. Arya pushes Dinda's body to fall into the mattress before removing her shirt.

Arya does what is rightfully hers despite Dinda's many times trying to get away from her. What Dinda feared happened when she was not ready at all. Arya ignored Dinda's cries because of the strong effects of alcohol. His mind was chaotic and all he wanted at that moment was Dinda.