Contract Wife Mr. CEO
Dating With Angga

Rima and Dinda are in the car, they are devising a plan to traumatize Angga into dating Adinda Kartawiharja.

“However, you should make Angga kapok date with me!” exclaim Dinda.

“Iya, you take it easy. Leave everything to Rima Aisha Maharani,” Rima said.

Rima got out of the car and walked into the restaurant. Rima tries to look elegant so as not to look kampungan in the eyes of other visitors who are on average from the upper middle class.

Rima stepped closer to the table that had been told by Dinda, from a distance appeared a man wearing a white shirt was sitting while drinking a glass of tea.

“That must be Angga,” Inner Rima. Slowly Rima approached the man, then Rima stood before him.

“Halo handsome, how are you?” greet Rima with a seductive smile.

“You—Adinda Kartawiharja?” Angga turned around asking while staring at Rima from toe to head.

“Iya dong, you still remember me, right?” rima asked in a flirtatious voice, like a girly auntie who likes to tease people's husbands.

“Still, please sit down,” Angga's word.

Rima sat opposite Angga and Rima flashed a sweet smile to the man. The man in front of him was indeed very handsome, even to the point of making Rima's eyes sparkle. Angga is his dream type, but Angga is different caste with him and there is no way Rima can get a man like Angga.

“Why look at me like that? Is there something wrong with my face?” Suddenly Angga asked making Rima's heart stop beating for a while.

“I'm really amazed by your good looks, you look like Oppa-Oppa Korea. Aaa Oppa.” Rima yelled to make all visitors look at him, while Angga did not respond to Rima and Angga thrust the food menu on Rima.

“What do you want to eat?” ask Angga.

“For a while yes handsome, I choose first.” Rima looked at the contents of the menu and there was only one food that Rima liked: fried chicken.

“I order fried chicken and mango juice,” Rima told Angga.

“Why not order sushi? Didn't the Dinda I used to know really like sushi?” tanya Angga made a suspicious expression, for some reason Angga felt that the girl before him was not Dinda.

“Se—ssince when did I like sushi? I never like sushi,” replied Rima stammeringly.

“Hmm, really? Maybe I remembered wrong.” Angga tried positive thinking and believed in Rima's answer, then Angga called one of the waiters to order food.

“Actually what is your purpose for asking me out on a date? We are adrift age far enough, when you want to be with me?” ask Rima.

Rima tries to find out the reason Angga asked Dinda out on a date because while on the way to the restaurant, Dinda said that Angga already has a lover named Natasha and that is what makes Dinda reluctant to meet Angga.

“Life is just a number. Love does not look at age,” answered Angga.

Angga sipped his coffee casually, while Rima felt irritated when she saw Angga's attitude. Rima thinks Angga wants to make Dinda an affair.

“But you already have Natasha, why are you dating me instead? Did I not think of Natasha's feelings?” Rima smacked Angga with various questions, while Angga fell silent and flashed a cynical expression at Rima.

“She's dead,” Angga replied.

“What?” Rima was shocked and could not believe hearing Angga's reply.

“Natasha is dead. I asked you out on a date for being forced by my grandfather, my grandfather always told me to get married. But I'm not ready to find a replacement for Natasha, I still love her very much and my real goal is—”

Not yet had Angga reveal his purpose, suddenly some servants approached him. The waiter brought the food order Angga and Rima.

“Goodbye,” said the waiter's friendly.

The waiter placed Rima and Angga's order on the table, then the waiter left Rima and Angga.

“What is your goal?” ask Rima.

“We eat first,” Angga replied.

Angga stopped talking and ate his food, while Rima fell silent and gave an annoyed expression. Rima is curious about the purpose of Angga taking Dinda on a date, but suddenly Rima remembers that she must make Angga hate her attitude and stop bothering Dinda.

Rima took a fork and knife to cut his fried chicken, then Rima pretended to be in trouble while cutting the fried chicken.

“Cock is hard to cut huh?” Rima tried to slash the chicken, but Rima actually made the chicken bounce off the plate and hit the Angga shirt.

“Ow, sorry! I didn't intentionally,” said Rima. Rima took a tissue and wiped the Angga shirt, then Rima took the fried chicken with her hand.

“Do not eat! It's hard to get dirty,” said Angga when Rima wanted to eat the chicken.

Rima still ate the fried chicken and Rima deliberately showed her bad side to Angga so Angga hated her. Rima ate the chicken without using a knife or fork like visitors in general, Rima ate the chicken using his right hand.

Rima looks very greedy especially when he ate the sauce, Rima sweated and wiped it directly using his left hand without wearing a tissue.

Angga was stunned when he saw her, the woman before him was nothing like Dinda. Whether in terms of eating or talking, but this woman is very similar to her late lover.

Not the first time Angga saw women eating like that, Natasha also had the same bad habits as the woman who was in front of him.

“You why don't you eat?” Rima asked Angga in a mouth full of rice.

“While eating should not talk later choking,” said Angga.

Rima gave a thumbs up while smiling, then Rima refocused on eating fried chicken until the rest of the bones. While Angga just smiled and remembered his memories while still with Natasha a few years ago.

After a few minutes.

Rima finished eating his food, while Angga was still staring at Rima without blinking an inch.

“Oh yes, what did you say?” tanya Rima was curious about the purpose of Angga.

“I don't want to talk. I need your help, I'm tired of always being forced into marriage. So, I want you to be my contract wife for 1 year.”

Instantly Rima's eyes widened, Rima was shocked half to death after hearing Angga's goal and Rima was confused to answer what because she was not the real Dinda.

“Ke—why should be a contract wife? I am not ready to get married and I also do not want to be a mother,” replied Rima trying to play the role of Dinda.

“This is only a contract marriage. You are not obligated to conceive my son, after all we have known for a long time and you have also considered me as a sister.” Angga tried to force a little to make Rima even more confused. Rima was only in charge of replacing Dinda on a date, not in charge of replacing her at the wedding.

“You want to help me, right? I will give you whatever you want,” said Angga while pleading.

Rima felt sorry for Angga, it seems like Angga really needs Dinda's help but Rima is unlikely to say that she is not Dinda.

“Sorry, I can't help you. I love someone and I do not want to marry a man other than him,” said Rima.

Rima picked up her bag and stood up straight, then Rima rushed away from the table.

“Please help me, I'll love whatever you want!” shouted Angga.

Angga chased after Rima and ran very fast, while Rima tried to escape from Angga. Rima ran as hard as she could because Angga was already very close to her. But suddenly his feet tripped and Rima fell until the contents of his bag scattered.

“Argh, why at a time like this do I have to stumble?” groused Rima.

Rima rushed to tidy up her bag and take off her shoes, Rima again ran as hard as she could because Rima did not want Angga to know her true identity.

“Why is he running like that? Is there anything he's hiding?” inner Angga.

Angga stopped chasing Rima and looked at her from a distance. Unintentionally Angga saw a card lying under his feet, Angga took the card and checked the identity of the owner. The card is a resident sign card belonging to a woman named Rima Aisha Maharani.

“Don't-don't the woman was not Dinda but the owner of this KTP,” muttered Angga.

Angga was silent for a moment and walked out of the restaurant, then Angga approached Galang who was waiting in the parking lot.

“KTP who is it?” galang asked as Angga arrived before him.

“No idea but it looks like this ID card belongs to Dinda fake,” Angga replied.

“Hah? Fake dinda? Meaning?” ask Galang confused.

“Dinda had another woman replace her position dating me and that woman is the owner of this ID card,” Angga replied.

Instantly, Angga's facial expression turned sinister. Angga clenched both hands, then hit the tree beside his car.

“Find the woman and bring her before me!” angga's orders.

“Good, Sir.”

Galang opened the car door, then Angga entered and sat sweetly while looking at the photo of the ID card. Angga did not expect anyone who dared to play around with him, even to make him beg.

“Gue will make you sorry for playing with Angga Wijaya!” swearing Angga in his heart.