Let'S Get Married
Chapter 7

Already one week Naura was at the Atmajaya Mansion, being a contract wife is not always fun, especially when going to sleep and play shows when dealing with her ex-husband and ex-best friend. 

At night there was always drama between him and Arya, the man who became his successor husband and his future sister-in-law at that time always disturbed his night by sleeping one bed. 

"Can you give up this time?" naura's jolt pulled Arya's hand away from the bed, the man could have taken the opportunity while she was asleep. 

"What is this about you?" 

"You have to give up and sleep on the couch." 

"Hey, this is my room. So, I deserve to sleep wherever I like." 

"It's a forced state, you're the one who asked for a deal between us and married a contract." 

"You agreed, too, in anger you didn't read the deal." Arya smiled satisfiedly by taking advantage of the situation, whereas Naura was very careless. 

Naura stops pulling Arya's body and seems to think of something, until she realizes signing a prenuptial agreement without reading it first. 

"No need to protest, we must stay in one room to avenge the same man." 

"You're right, but I don't want to sleep with you in one bed." 

"Well, you sleep on the couch or on the balcony, wherever you like. Hah, don't bother me anymore!" Arya laid her body on the soft bed very comfortably, quietly glancing at her wife who opened the white closet taking the blanket and also the pillow. "Bas on stubborn women." Smirked slowly. 

Naura decided to sleep on the balcony sofa, shrouding her cold body in the fresh breeze. He stared straight at the twinkling star, eager to grab but unattainable. 

Naura began to think about her relationship with her mother who was not good, even she never knew how her father's face. Why would I be born into the world if it was just dumped, even my own mother never cared for me." He said in his heart, a life full of drama always makes him unable to do anything else but accept the destiny that exists. 

Naura hugged herself, the moonlight accompanied her to sleep no matter how the wind gusts pierced the skin despite having a thick blanket. He slowly closed his eyes, adjusted his current state and hoped the morning would soon arrive. 

Arya shook her head at the stubbornness of her contract wife who was willing to sleep on the balcony, the weather is supportive but whether anyone can withstand the gusts of the night wind as if piercing the skin and felt up to the bone. He waved in front of Naura's face, making sure that she was asleep and that she was holding a bridal style. 

Arya put Naura's body on the bed very slowly afraid of waking from her sleep, getting rid of the hair that covered her pretty face. He stared very long, the face that he had missed so much was finally in front of him, becoming a release about the woman who had long died. 

"If you're Bella, I'll make sure you don't let go. You are different people with the same face, very different disposition and appearance." She slowly, on one side she was happy to see that face again and on the other side sad because it was not the same person. 

Naura squirms and Arya quickly moves on from there before being caught quietly paying attention. 

On a beautiful morning, sunlight enters through the window and pierces the pores of the skin, stinging to wake someone from sleep. Naura squirms and occasionally yawns, feeling around her that feels so comfortable that she realizes something is wrong. 

"You awake?" 

"You moved me?" naura asked a little sniffly. 

"Hem, assume I'm doing you a favor. Last night you were cold and shivering, stop being so stubborn when it comes to you, you have to." Arya said casually. 

Naura got out of bed and went into the bathroom, cleaned herself up but she forgot something: a towel. He checked the place while patting his forehead for careless not carrying a towel. 

"God...how is this? Arya must still be in the room, should I ask her for help?" Naura opened the bathroom door and peeked as her hand covered her two twin hills. "Can I ask for your help?" said memelas. 

"What?" 

"I forgot to bring a towel." 

"Ck, you've been stubborn and now you're reckless. So many shortcomings on you," said Arya who walked towards the bathroom and in her hands brought a white towel, which was white, he handed the towel over with a little drama that would have finished within ten minutes of arguing first. 

The annoyed Naura still thanked him but he suddenly stumbled. He was very surprised and closed both his eyes, slowly reopening them after not feeling any pain. "Eh, I don't feel any pain." His murmurs are still heard. 

"Can you get out of my body!" arya said firmly, holding the weight of the woman's body so as not to fall and a little sacrifice from her. 

"Sorry." Naura whined, she felt very silly and immediately got up. But damn, the towel accidentally came off and showed a plain body shape that challenged the eyes of any man who glanced. Both of her eyes widened in shock, staring down and seeing how Arya who was staring at the crown and the other parts without blinking. 

"Argh." Both of them were very surprised by the ambiguous atmosphere, shouting as loud as possible for a few seconds. 

As fast as lightning Naura grabbed a towel and covered her innocent body which was first seen by a man, and unfortunately the man was a contract husband.

Arya turned her gaze in the other direction, swallowing the saliva with great difficulty which seemed to make it difficult for her to do anything. 

"Did you see it?" naura asked staring intently, looking very adorable. 

"W-are you stupid? Good thing it's just that I saw it, you sloppy prick." Arya rushes into the bathroom, stopping the follow-up questions from her contract wife. 

"So she saw it?" Naura was still in disbelief, closing both eyes a split second to condemn her stupidity and carelessness. "Oh my God, people should say that I'm reckless, why am I just realizing it now." His monologue, biting on his towel thought of his newly realized attitude. 

"Why am I still imagining that?" aryan mind that rubbed his face violently, very irritated with the contents of his brain that began to travel.