Let'S Get Married
Chapter 60

A woman who walks full of pride and arrogance is offended by someone's words, she is very angry to know this. Walking hastily while remembering the rejection Arya made of her, it was just as insulting to her father. 

"I'll report this to you." Clarissa muttered that pulling the car door wanted to go inside immediately, but was blocked by a hand that suddenly closed the car door again. He immediately turned his head while looking at the handsome man who knew about it a little. "So bad you got in my way." 

Amar smiles innocent, for him revenge on Arya is the main thing. "It's nice to meet you." 

"Sorry, I don't know you." Clarissa is arrogant. 

"Amar, that's my name." 

"Wow, I'm a little flattered to meet Arya's half-sister." Said Clarissa who began to be interested in their discussion. 

"Hem, there's something I want to talk to you about." 

Clarissa smiled condescendingly at the man before her, no one dared to ask her for time other than herself to decide. "You look from the lowest class, daring to ask for time from me." 

Amar can feel Clarissa has power even Arya is a little uneasy hearing the threat coming out of her mouth. "Whatever how you demean me, we have the same goal." 

"Interesting." 

"Of course, you can have Arya completely." 

"Then you, what do you get?" 

"I got Naura, his wife." 

"Seeing from your speech, you're not that simple a man. What are your other intentions and dare to come face to face with me?" 

"I just want my power restored again" Amar said immediately making Clarissa laugh. 

"Okay, looks like this game is interesting. Here's my card and you can come whenever you want." Clarissa handed over the business card and got into the stylish car very graceful and elegant. 

Amar took the opportunity and would not let go, both eyes sparkled when he saw beauty and also a molecular body that tested faith. "Truly the perfect woman, I'll take her heart and make love to me." His filthy mind that wants to taste Clarissa without knowing the identity of the woman is not just anyone can be offended, the only child of the mafia leader who is most feared. 

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"You look so different, what do you think?" asked Naura who was walking towards the balcony, accompanying her husband. 

Arya sipped a cold drink and turned her head, smiling at the arrival of the wife who looked very beautiful. "Just an office job," instead of lying, Naura did not want to think the same about Clarissa's threat that never messed about the words that had been issued. 

"really?" 

"Hem." Arya nodded and went back to sipping a cold drink. "Did you have trouble thinking about what I said the other day?" 

"Which one," asked Naura pretending to forget. 

"Acknowledging your feelings, I've given you time to think." Arya held onto Naura's soft hand and stared into the beautiful bead of eyes that so fascinated her. 

Naura seemed trapped and could not escape from the question. "I need time to see clearly." The answer is to turn your face to the side. 

"Do you still have doubts about my love?" 

"Yes, is your love for Bella, me or anyone else. I need some time before I accept the risk, my future is at stake. You yourself know how we begin this bond, whether you or I are like mutual symbiosis. I have my wish, and you are the same. Our goal has been achieved, and I still think that you still look at me as Bella." Clearly Naura was at length as she passed away leaving the place. 

"If you answer now, I'll be the luckiest man in the world. I love you so much, but why don't you understand, as if you've been pretending to forget the attitude and love I've been giving." A stroke of grief as he waited again until the woman was completely ready. 

The memory of the sexy woman, soon her phone rang without a name. He ignored the call, and enjoyed himself more. But the phone always rings, disgust forced to lift it. 

"Stop bothering me." Keto. 

"Down your intonation, have you forgotten me? Ck, looks like you didn't keep my number in your contacts." 

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Arya was silent as she heard the man across the street chattering insinuating that he never gave any news at all, knowing that Clarissa had acted by contacting her father. 

"Sorry, I don't know if that's your phone number, sir." 

"After a few years without each other you're still like you used to be." 

"Hem."

"You know what I mean by calling you right away." 

"Hem, must be your daughter complaining about me." 

"You're right and you know very well how I got to my daughter." 

"Please divorce the woman and marry my daughter, Clarissa." 

"I've been following your word all along, doesn't mean I'm a pet who can be given orders at any time." 

"You have no other choice, surely you understand the consequences of rejecting my words." 

After the phone call was over, Arya threw her phone on the floor and let it break, pulling hair violently at the words of Clarissa's father who gave her the order. A mob leader who is most feared, even he does not have enough power to give resistance. 

"Arrghh.shh." Arya is very frustrated thinking about the fate of her relationship, Naura has not even given certainty but she does not want to let go of the woman she loves once again, it is quite difficult to get the position. 

Arya decided to lie down on the sofa while staring at the stars, her heart was so agitated and also so worried. 

Naura was very surprised when she saw what had just happened, the anger of Arya that she saw behind the gap of the door that was still open. A curiosity arose in her heart to find out the frustrating cause of her contract husband. "What's wrong with her? What makes him angry?" 

While elsewhere, an expressionless man no matter what other people experience, he just wants his daughter to be happy. The puff of smoke that was all around was created by himself, raising his head longing for someone untraceable to date. 

"Why haven't I found you yet? Where have you been hiding?" muttered the grieving middle-aged man. 

The sound of knocking on the door blew his daydream, immediately turning his gaze to the source of the sound. 

"Sorry, I've been troubling you." Say one of the subordinates who lowered their heads out of respect for the leader.

The middle-aged man who still looked very handsome at his age countered with a slight nod of his head. "Say you have any news of you daring to come see me." 

The baritone voice that sounded like a calm river but kept the danger within managed to scare the subordinate away, swallowing saliva to cover up nervousness and hope if he can please his leader through the information that has just been obtained accurately.  

"I've come with important information about the person we're looking for." 

The middle-aged man named Anton was instantly transfixed, very impatient to hear of his continuation. "The person we're looking for is in Indonesia, sir." 

Smile again expands on Anton's face, soon he expels his subordinates and enjoys the pleasure of drinking alcohol. "I finally found you, may you not change me and remember me." His monologue smiled looking at a picture of him with someone very special. 

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The piling up work and the increasingly crowded customers in the boutique make them seem busy with each other, both working hard for the incredible achievements and customer increase from last year. 

"My eyes are tired of drawing designs," lita lamented who leaned her body on the chair. 

"me too. Working like a horse without ammunition and vitamins is annoying" Naura said. 

"A cup of coffee looks fun." 

"I'll buy it," Naura bargained. 

"You sure?" 

"Yes, at least my eyes don't see the scenery here." Naura immediately rushed out of the room and walked towards the nearest cafe, a distance not too far away and just a few minutes to get to the destination. 

Naura smiles happily as she delivers lunch as usual and praises her exquisite cuisine, laboring in a time race that chases to fruition. 

"I love him, he's a very annoying, silly, perverted, and cunning man." His flowery murmur whenever he imagined the handsome face of Arya.  

Arriving at the cafe, he ordered two cups of coffee and left after paying for it. Seeing the left and right streets that look quiet while holding two coffee cups that become an encouragement to move. 

Just a few steps across the road, a car hit him until it bounced a few meters. Two cups of coffee spilled onto the streets as her body landed on the hot asphalt with a pool of fresh blood. Naura's gaze was faint and unable to hear the words of the people clearly, her tears instantly dripped as the gaze began to blur. 

Everyone who crossed the place came in droves to see the unfortunate fate of the victim without any intention to help, one of them called an ambulance because of pity for the hit-and-run victims. 

Arya felt very anxious and also could not focus on her work, for some reason her heart felt uneasy at this time and tried various ways. "Why am I nervous?" he thought to wonder, his heart pounding faster. 

At the scene, several people took pictures and made a news story on social media, news of an accident from a beautiful woman to a hit-and-run victim and was rushed to the nearest hospital. 

"Sir, there's important news for you." Said the secretary who immediately entered the tunnel without permission, the thing that Arya hated the most.

"What's wrong?" it was expressionless. 

The secretary immediately showed the news directly on his cellphone because he knew who was the victim of a hit-and-run. "Mrs Naura Atmajaya, she had an accident." 

Arya was surprised, grabbed the phone and saw it clearly. "This is the shirt that Naura wore when delivering lunch" she said slowly, the world seemed to be devastated to see the person he loved helplessly on the asphalt and some people just watched and videotaped him to reap the benefits. 

Arya again handed the phone and ran with all her might without caring some people called her, the phone that always rang also she ignored and rushed into the car. He drove it so fast, not even paying attention to the safety on such a dangerous road. 

There were no tears trickling down at the thought of Naura's condition, there was regret in her eyes. "You can't leave me, can't." His screaming mind felt a wounded heart.