Destiny Gintani
Perfect Wife

Despite being late, Argha and Gintani decided to attend the event. Better late than never, they thought. After all, this was a great opportunity for Argha to develop the wings of his company.

Get there. The party atmosphere is getting crowded. Although the welcome event for the sake of welcome has passed, but more and more invited guests are coming. Especially Tuan Jaya colleagues who come from within the city.

The entrepreneurs who come, mostly have ulterior intentions. They hope, if they can establish cooperation with two giant companies owned by Amijaya Group and AH Corp. What's more, they find out if the heir of AH Corp, is a young man who is still single. Many of them brought their daughters in hope that the heir might be attracted to their daughter.

Welcomed by hundreds of pairs of eyes, the young couple who had passed his local party, now walked hand in hand towards the ballroom. The man looked handsome wearing a dark brown suit. While the woman looks elegant wearing a matching colored party dress but impressed glamorous and elegant. A beautiful smile expands on the couple's sweet lips. Every now and then, they stared at each other meaningfully. They also nodded their heads to answer the greetings of other entrepreneurs. Argha smiled cynically at the sight of the girls wandering around the party. Hin...! What a disgusting attempt! inner Argha

Argha flanking Gintani's hand approaches the VIP table, which is being occupied by two families who have built friendship long before he was born. Their arrival was warmly welcomed by his father's friend who came from America.

"Hello boys! How are you?" greet Mr. Hanzel while standing up and hugging Argha.

"Good, Om! How's Om doing by himself?" Argha asked back.

"Like you see, boy!" replied Mr. Hanzel slightly spread out both hands.

"How are you, Gin!" Mr. Hanzel greeted Gintani who was standing next to her husband.

"Alhamdulillah, Gintan good Om!" gintani replied, displaying a sweet smile that was always adorned by both dimples on her right left cheek.

A young man who had noticed their arrival, seemed to smile thinly at the smile that adorned the hijab girl. What a smile that deeply nourishes the eye of the beholder, the inner youth.

"It's over, the local party?" ask Mr. Jaya, cynical.

"Fuck, huh! Cake who was never young!" mrs Rosmah patted her husband's arm.

"How are you, Gin?" Lady Rosmah stood up and approached her daughter-in-law. He hugged Gintani while kissing her on his left and right cheeks. Anyone who saw it, would be envious of the attitude of Mrs Rosma who looks very fond of the daughter-in-law. But behind all that, Mrs Rosmah is still Mrs Rosmah. A middle-aged woman who has two different personalities before her son and daughter-in-law.

"Gintan is good, Mah," replied Gintani with all his innocence. Ah... Poor Gintani.

"Come on, have a seat, son!" mrs Rosmah said she invited the young couple to sit down and join them.

Argha pulled out a chair for his wife, after Gintani sat down, and Argha pulled out a chair for himself.

"Oh yes, Ar! Do you remember Richard?" ask Mr. Jaya.

"I, of course I still remember it, Pah," replied Argha, flat.

How could I forget him, Pah. Thousands of times I tried to forget that person, thousands of times I also felt the pain of having to remember that terrible event, Inner Argha.

Argha stared intently at the man sitting beside his sister. Nothing changed from the man she hated so much. Perhaps only his stature was getting higher.

"How are you, Ar?" richard asked, extending his hand.

"Well," replied Argha without any intention of welcoming the man's helping hand.

Richard understood Argha's attitude. He also pulled his hand back.

"Son Richard, meet Om's son-in-law, his name is Gintani!" Tuan Jaya introduced Gintani to her best friend's son.

"Hallo, my name is Richard. It's nice to meet you."

Richard pulled his hand. She is very impressed with Gintani who seems reluctant to come into contact with a man who is not her muhrim.

A light conversation ensued at the VIP table. Argha was really uncomfortable being between these two families. Moreover, he had to sit down at one table with the person he hated the most. Even Argha looks furious, when he accidentally finds Richard who is stealing glances against Gintani.

Suddenly, Ed Sheeran's Perfect song was heard melodiously in the room. One by one, the invited guests invited their partners to go down to the dance floor. So too with Argha. He flanked his wife's arm to enter the dance floor.

"Mas, I don't dance!" whispered Gintani as they stepped towards the dance floor.

"Calm down ! I'll teach you!" argha replied half a whisper anyway.

On the dance floor, they faced each other. Both Argha's hands grabbed his wife's hands and placed them on Argha's shoulders. While his hand held tightly to Gintani's waist. They also began to move slowly following the strains of songs that were increasingly shahdu.

Their netra clashed to reveal a sense that was rumbling in his heart. It seemed, the beads of love had strung beautifully in their veins. Slowly but surely, Argha's forehead began to stick to Gintani's forehead. Mint-scented breaths begin to smell in each other's sense of smell. They throw smiles at each other remembering every moment that brings them closer.

"Gin, I know I'm not the perfect guy. But, I will be learned to be your perfect man. So, will you be my perfect wife?"

Gintani blushed in embarrassment at Argha's words. A moment later, he nodded his head.

Argha smiled broadly. He then pulled Gintani's waist tighter. Meanwhile, Gintani began to put both hands on Argha's neck. Unconsciously, their bodies began to be at a distance. The young couple was swept away in a song that made their feelings more unified.

Drrt... Drrt... Drrt...

The vibration of the cell phone in his pocket in his suit, made Argha stop his dance. "I got a call first, Gin!" pamit Argha's.

Gintani.

The noisy atmosphere in the room forced Argha to step off the dance floor. He then stepped out of the hotel ballroom.

Netra Argha focused on staring at the screen of the phone displaying the name of her assistant. "Ish, why would this jerk call the cave?" grumbling Argha was upset that the business this morning was still not finished with Bram. Suddenly...

Brugh...!!

Praakk...!

"Eh... Ma's.. Sorry...!"

"It's okay!"

" Excuse me...!"

Argha took his phone which had fallen off. But the net was locked onto a white object lying on the floor. Argha grabbed the thing .

"Miss, wait! Your stuff is spelled_ !"

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