Honey Contract My Husband
Part 44's. Separate House

Just on the appointed day, Narendra complied with the wife's request. These two days, he became someone who was very busy taking care of all the items that would be brought moved to his new residence with Jihan.

At least important files and some clothes were transported for supplies during his stay in the new house with his other wife. At that time, Cliantha helped arrange her husband and honeymoon items about what to bring.

For Cliantha it was common for her to do it, like packing her husband's clothes when he was about to go out of town. The difference, this time the items prepared in a large suitcase was not for a mere business trip, but like packing his life story that seemed to be ending either when it arrived and what it would be like.

"A lot of clothes did you bring? It's like you kicked me out of this house, honey," Narendra joked as Cliantha styled some casual dress suits and work suits: a suit, a shirt, pants, a pair of pants, the tie that the man used to wear in his daily activities.

"True, I usually arrange this just for your needs out of town for a few days. But today I am doing this to take you on your new journey in your other wife's house, which is definitely not for a few days, but for a long time. Either way, after this you will remember to go home or not, Mas," said Cliantha who was sad.

"What are you talking about? Don't say it like that, I'll stay close to you. I'm going to stay your husband and come here while I'm able to go here and there" Narendra said.

"Remember, leaving doesn't mean you're free to do anything. Nothing will change, remain a woman who keeps her honor and becomes my obedient wife, Cia," Narendra said, hugging her body from behind.

Whatever heart was prepared for this decision, still the gentle woman could not keep her defense, she was still defeated by her emotions to not grieve and ended up draining tears endlessly.

The neater the woman put her husband's clothes in the suitcase, the more sadness in her heart to let go of her husband. Near or far, after separating the house there will certainly be a distance spread in the middle.

Cliantha let out a heavy sigh, "It's ready," the woman said after finishing packing everything. She let go of her husband's embrace, turned around, put on a smile, then cupped the man's face to then let him catch it once.

"Take me to the front," asked Narendra as the goods were transported by his men.

There was nothing Cliantha could do but nod and accept the request.

For Cliantha, the swaying treads and feet leading out of the house, further bringing her closer to the abyss and counting down the time their separation actually arrived. He just stared down, where the tightly grasped hand link would soon come loose and unravel, unraveling, he must be prepared to sincerely let everything happen and be ready if it becomes increasingly distant from the beloved.

A magnificent villa in the highland area that Narendra bought for Jihan's residence is ready to be inhabited. In the house, there are all home supplies available along with workers who will help take care of home affairs.

The villa is converted into a house, designed in such a way that it is peaceful to live in and with an order that resembles the interior design of the house previously inhabited with Cliantha. There is almost no difference with the old house, all furniture, layout, and other ornaments are laid out exactly like in the house, only the color of the wall paint that distinguishes.

"Supri sir, please tomorrow all these rooms are painted white like the ones in the house" Narendra ordered one of the gardeners working in the new house.

Jihan who heard firsthand understood why Narendra asked for it, "No need, Mr. Supri. I like the color of this gray paint, but I do not like the furniture and layout of this room that seems very ancient. I want to rearrange all this with a new atmosphere so as not to be boring" said Jihan who stood next to Narendra, she folded her hands together as if she had been the only woman in power in that house and in Narendra's life.

"Damn?"

"Yes, this is where we live, right?" Jihan wipes with a bit of pongah.

"So, here I am the one who will arrange everything. I don't want you to live in the shadow of your first wife, Mas," said Jihan, who, with the last sentence emphasized, had dared to call Narendra the emphatic 'Mas, his goal was none other than to sensitize Narendra if he was also his wife.

"Supri sir, I don't like classical and ancient ornaments very much. I've had a trauma to old-fashioned objects, please move all those big dull jars, that horrible wall clock, and that big fan decoration on the wall," jihan's orders pointed at all the otters he didn't like.

"Jihan, but it's an antique" Narendra said.

"Then why? I didn't ask for any of it to be thrown away, just laid to rest. 'DI-PIN-DAH-KAN', so it is up to be stored where or goods Mas want to sell so that it can get a lot of money. It's none of my business" Jihan said, not caring about the items Narendra had gotten from the antique auction market before.

Narendra thought, Jihan and Cliantha are two different types of people. He knows that everyone cannot be treated the same. Up to this point, he still considered the proper conduct of all Jihan to be inversely proportional to Cliantha's first wife.

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