Hey, My Cold Husband!
A bitch!

Raga enters the headquarters of Antareja Groups located in South Jakarta. He put his flat face past his employees when all his female employees were smiling at him.

Raga pressed the elevator button and then she entered it. Not to forget Raga always entered both hands into the pocket of her pants.

Waiting for the elevator to open, Raga played her phone. He opened the green app. The corner of his lips lifted when he saw who sent him the message.

📩Stupid Girl!

Sir, can I use the credit card you gave me to buy fried food?

Raga smiled. Maybe if there was a woman or her employees there she would be pounding to see a young master of Raga Galendra Mahardika smiling like that.

Raga put her phone in. The message from Mika was read only, she did not intend to reply to the message from Mika.

After the elevator opened, Raga stepped out of the elevator. He walked towards his room. All the employees who saw Raga, greeted him but Raga still put on her flat face. Reluctant to return a greeting from them.

Raga entered the room. He sat his ass in his chair. Stew his breath. He dropped both his hands on his desk, raised his hands up to his nose.

Geck! Geck!

Raga breathed her. "Lake in!" raga shouted and the man opened the door of Raga's room.

A beautiful woman, wearing sexy clothes entered the room Raga. In his hands there are several documents that must be signed by Raga.

The woman approached Raga with a chest that she deliberately rubbed. The way he made as sexy as possible so that Raga was tempted by him.

Raga raised her hand in the air as the woman wanted to approach her. "Stop!" his yell.

The woman smiled at Raga. Rubbed the child's hair behind his earlobe. "There are some documents you have to sign, sir" the woman said in a teasing tone.

Raga stared at the document for a moment, without speaking again Raga immediately signed the document. He wanted the woman to quickly get out of his room. After signing the document, Raga gave it to the woman again.

"You can go now!" flatly.

Instead of coming out of Raga's room like Raga's orders, the woman was getting closer to Raga. He walked up to Raga while unbuttoning her white shirt until her smooth chest was clearly emblazoned.

"I hear you're married, sir. Is true?" ask the woman.

Raga stared flatly at the woman who was standing right in front of her right now. "Yes. You know where you're from?" ketus Raga's.

The woman sighed in annoyance but sounded seductive. "You know sir? I was so jealous to hear it. I love you very much sir." said the Lady. "I can satisfy you more than Your Wife satisfies you as long as you know" she continued.

Raga grinned. "Yeah? Prove it!"

The woman boldly raises in Raga's lap her hand she palpates Raga's face then her hand drops to Raga's thin pink lips.

Raga was silent. Not showing any expression. He wanted to know how brave the dirty lady was to touch him.

"You know Raga? I always wanted to have you. I want to be the outlet of your lust but you never look at me, never look at me. Wh why? Am I less seductive for you?" said the woman, continue to touch Raga's lips. The other hand caressed the chest of Raga's field covered with a shirt and suit.

"really?" ask Raga.

The woman nodded. His eyes were staring at Raga. The woman drew her lips closer to Raga's.

But before their lips met, Raga first dropped the woman's body onto the floor with one hand.

Raga stood up, he confirmed his tie that had fallen apart because of the actions of the cheap woman in front of him. Raga smiled as she looked at the woman. "Do you think I'll be tempted by your body? Bitch!" Raga grinned sinisterly.

"What did you say? Want to satisfy more than my wife satisfies me? Well, it turns out you're really disgusting huh." raga sneered. "I could have cut off your dirty hand that dared to touch me but I still appreciate the people who love you."

Not giving up there. The woman wakes up. He approached Raga again. Not caring about Raga's words and threats to her. He has to finish it right now.

The woman hugged Raga. The shirt he was wearing was on the floor. Now she's just wearing a bra. The woman unhappily stroked little sister Raga from behind her trousers.

The body that was treated like that was angry. He quickly thrust the woman's body into the floor for the second time. Hands clenched.

"Why don't you ever return my feelings, Raga?" said the woman, crying in front of Raga.

Raga shrugged both of her shoulders, not caring. "What are you? What should I get back to feeling?"

"I love you, Raga!" his yell.

Dion was surprised not to play. Looks like Raga's hand wants to throw a slap at the woman. Slowly he approached Raga and the Woman. "Mara? What are you doing?" said Dion.

The woman called Dion by the name of Amera was also surprised by Dion's sudden presence. He can't say anything more now.

Dion's gaze turned to Raga who was currently looking extremely angry. He had already guessed what Amera had done to the young master. "Master, you don't have to dirty your hands for this Woman, sir" Dion said, sounding creepy. Dion's gaze turned to Amera who was sitting stiff there. "Give it!" a sneer came out of Dion's mouth.

"Darling, I can explain." Amera stood up and approached Dion.

Plakk!

Dion slapped hard on Amera's cheeks making Amera's eyes red while grinning her cheeks. "Stay away from me. Get as far away as possible. Accounts are really disgusted at you!"

"But Dion, I can explain." lirih Amera.

"Go from here! I don't want to see that disgusting face of yours again! Get out of my sight now!" snapped Dion.

Amera's eyes glazed. He quickly turned his back on his shirt lying on the floor and then he walked out of the Raga room before Dion was completely enraged at him.

As far as Amera, Dion stared at Raga who was now also staring at her. "I'm sorry, sir." regretted Dion.

Raga smiled obliquely. "You're not wrong, Yon. I've told you how many times he doesn't deserve you" Raga said, patting Dion on the shoulder several times.

Dion smiling. "You're right, sir." Dion and Raga laughed.

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Now Mika is sitting in a chair next to Raga who is busy fiddling with her laptop at her work desk. His eyes glanced at Raga's lyrics that were very focused on the laptop in front of him.

His stomach kept making sounds. Worms on Mika's stomach screamed for dinner rations but she can't eat now because Raga hasn't finished her work.

Though he was eager to whine at Raga to eat out but seeing Raga focus on her work made him undo his intentions. Mika was grinning at her stomach which kept making noises. He's really hungry.

"Sir, why is your office so big? This room is even bigger than my room at home. Did you deliberately make it this wide so that later your children can freely play here?" mika's chatter made Raga look at her.

"Kids of whom? Your children you mean? So confident of you." Raga raised one of her eyebrows upwards.

"Ah, no. I don't talk like that. Well, it could be your children from the woman you love."

"You think I love you, don't you?" Raga changed her sitting position to tilt in order to be able to look at Mika directly.

Mika shook her head. How could he possibly say I thought he loved me? Cih, it's impossible.

"And I say sir, the woman you love. Doesn't mean I. How could you love me?" hatch Mika.

Raga stared flat at Mika. "It's good that you're self-conscious."

Kruukkkk!

Mika's stomach voice sounded firmer. Mika was astonished when Raga looked at her with both eyebrows raised.

Mika pointed at her stomach. "The worms of my stomach are screaming to eat master, can you hear them? She yelled, 'i'm hungry-I'm hungry'." Mika said in a funny voice. Raga smiled obliquely. His hand shakes Mika's head.

"Master let's eat out" Mika said, blinking her eyes.

"Didn't you see? I'm busy right now!"

Mika was disappointed.

"Have the waiter make two spaghetti there." tell Raga.

"Tap me want--" has not finished the conversation, Raga first cut it.

"Don't protest too much!"

Disappointed Mika stood walking out of the room. Though he wants to eat fried chicken at a fast food place, hiks.

Mika stepped out with lazy steps. Lips throbbing. "Fried chicken," he murmured.

Raga stared at Mika's departure. A faint smile was imprinted on his lips. He ruffled his hair and focused again on the laptop in front of him.