Married Little Princess Bestie
CHAPTER 02 - STAGE PLAY (BRIDE WITH BENEFITS)

“How so? Your company smoothly?”

The slender-bodied woman was wagging her hair. He deliberately showed a jaw line that is still perfectly firm. Boasting a tiered neck that is always charming, plated smooth and supple skin.

“Eat, consider it a regular lunch,” whispers very slowly while covered in a wide smile.

Meanwhile, the bespectacled man sitting right beside the woman looked calm. He focused on cutting rib meat without commenting. The proportion of the man's body is no less perfect. Like a professional, the luxurious suit seemed to accentuate the muscles of his body.

The humble carrying is even reflected in the way he enjoys dishes. The man put in a bribe for the sake of his food bribe without making a sound.

“Pose your body!” tell the woman again full of pressure, she can not help but protest at the man who just

rolling a lazy eyeball in front of him. “It won't be long, Aksara! So be reasonable!”

As she had trained for decades, the woman smiled. He poured the drink into a completely untouched glass. Then his soft hand stroked, soft-spoken to the script that had not said anything.

“Drink, son, we are happy to see you grow healthy.”

According to the schedule, Aksara is supposed to contribute to lunch with the family. Not the outside thing

usually, because they do it regularly to create a good image among the community. But Aksara could not ignore it, this time he was reluctant to cooperate.

“Should ya hire a photographer everything?”

Now the woman pulled the corners of her lips wider. He even squinted his eyes to look natural.

Put a delicious piece of meat on a plate belonging to Aksara. The woman whispered sharply.

“Eat. That way you make our affairs easier.”

Not according to plan.

Even far away from the eye, Aksara always managed to find the photographer who painstakingly hid behind the bushes. Just playing in harmony is enough to drain energy, let alone have to be recorded by a camera?

“Don't see the camera, Aksara!”

Grace Candrawinarta, that's how the woman is known to the public. Mixed-blooded perfect woman

France-Indonesia. He was born and raised in a wealthy family. Lucky luck led him to a business marriage with the eldest son of the Candrawinarta family.

Perfect husband who loves her. That is how the romance story developed. Then was born a handsome, intelligent, and talented single son. The composition was more than enough to make him envious of everyone.

Looking indifferent, the man sitting beside Grace started to glance at the watch. That will certainly show

not without reason. Aksara understands very well if the man is a little more started to be disturbed by his protests.

“I also have to attend an important meeting in Sweden later tonight, so work together. Something I want to say after the shooting session.”

Hans Candrawinarta fixed the glasses. No one does not know him. All forms of business he traces.

His life was dedicated to expanding wealth. The man then arched a warm smile, staring fixedly at the bead of Aksara's eyes.

“Grace is right, son. We're happy to see you grow up, you're an adult now,” he said then turned his eyes to Grace who immediately sumringah, “Not felt once, is it?”

“True,” sahut Crisp Grace, “He is also very handsome.”

A loving and warm reaction. Hans hugged Grace by the waist to get closer. Both of them were still immersed in the gaze of the eyes that seemed to be drunken with kasmaran. Hans landed a friendly kiss, a natural scene that made the Aksara applaud in silence.

Of course Aksara can hear the wrong screams from visitors who have been paying attention. Some of the

among them without hesitation even enshrined. They cannot miss the rare moments that are usually only witnessed through business magazines or social media.

While Hans and Grace are busy greeting and receiving compliments, Aksara realizes that around them there is not only one camera. Grace is noisier than usual. The fact that he was framed in the lunch procession made Aksara surrender unconditionally.

He tried hard to spend the lunch menu, ignoring the intimacy of his two parents who are still on display. Kerling eyes full of longing, twinkle eyes studded with love and affection. Truly, they have displayed it for decades.

“It looks like they're gone,” chirps Grace after observing the right and left sides. “Now it's your turn, Hans,

speak before I lift my leg.”

The tender, loving face that adorned Hans froze in a matter of seconds. Grace since then

smiling, now drifting on the smart posel that never budged. The atmosphere turned cold. Forcing Aksara to put a knife and fork next to the plate.

“Add your wedding schedule, Aksara, the role of the Nandana family is important for my business needs as well,” explained

the man was straightforward.

That's how the guy talks. Simply in one breath, it conveys a complete number of ideas.

Hearing that Grace took part, the woman did not want to lose her business opportunity.

“Hans is right, Honey. Your marriage is important to all of us. I'm sure you understand very well that your shares can benefit the most. So I hope you can announce your wedding date as soon as possible.”

“Before conditions deteriorate and ruin any plans, it would be better if you make a decision soon,” Hans added.

Silent moment. Grace was busy observing the value of her shares, while Hans enjoyed a half-living coffee lash. The characters that were shackled in his mind had no intention of giving an answer.

go now,”.

Hans just gave him a short nod. The woman immediately grabbed her tote bag, and kissed Hans's right and left cheeks. In a quick count he also had time to wave at Akasara. Leaving the same sentence is the point.

“I have to go, Honey. Call me when you've made your decision. Remember, don't call me Moms. Dah~”

Without facial water, Aksara can not be separated following the departure of the mother. He realized that the woman was at all

hasn't changed. His body was still as tiny as when Aksara was sitting in elementary school. Grace wasn't aging, she was holding back time to stop spinning through her beauty.

The character was stunned for a moment, until the heavy voice before him scattered all the daydreams.

“Marriage is not difficult, Aksara, you just have to endure it until the end of the story.”

A long snort became the time lag between the two. The man even almost moved, if only the question sentence from Aksara did not hold him silent again in the same place.

“Do you guys really never love each other?”

Hans fixed his glasses, he turned to Aksara. “Love is just an excuse for someone to keep someone, and we have a bigger reason to keep each other.”

The man took a step. The lunch procession left Aksara powerless. He lost a landslide

of all the answers Hans has given.

A bigger reason to defend each other? Is it enough for him to just like that? I don't know. Hans and Grace managed to do it, so she should have.

***

The air conditioner is set with low temperature, perfecting the concentrated inside there. The moist aroma generated by the walls without sunlight was distinctively rippling. As if there had never been life, the place seemed to have been abandoned long ago.

The woman no longer even cared about the stuffy that could be smelled from the moment the door was opened. He just sits

stay in the same place, in a position that never changes. Hugging his knees, a straight look stared at the void.

Ignoring the footsteps of the characters as usual. The woman was never tempted to look at her for a moment. He did not even deliberately listen to the sound of a puff from his breath.

If I can be honest, Aksara is getting used to it. He no longer bothered Clarisa's treatment of him.

After all, his goal did not change, he would still marry Clarisa.

A flower was placed on the nightstand. Aksara walked closer, then he sat on the edge of the mattress while staring fixedly at the woman who was soon to be his wife.

From such a close distance, Aksara could see Clarisa's increasingly pale white skin. My eyes that never

not that it looks swollen. His lips were dry, he looked like a soul-destroyed corpse.

“I brought chocolate. If not appetite, I also bring snacks.”

There can't be an answer. Clarisa has been quieting him for a long time. Their engagement was indeed established fifteen years ago, but the distance made their closeness hampered. Two continents forced

they grow apart.

“I know you must hate her, but we have to move the wedding date forward. I didn't expect much, but

really, please cooperate. I can't back out of a planned wedding.”

The only answer he gave was tears. Clarisa always does that every time Aksara

talked about. Weeping without sobs, which continued to drop the flawless clear grains.

“Health tag. I will take care of everything I need,” Aksara rose from his seat. “Good news, I've

find a wedding organizer that facilitates our marriage. So make sure you prepare yourself if one time I come.”

The script approached the curtain slightly open. Peering into world civilization from the sidelines of the fabric that is not covered

perfect. The rising night was star-studded, looking beautiful shadowing the dim lights of the vehicle.

“Listen, I can't promise love,” murmured, “But I have a million reasons to keep you more stubborn.”

He took a deep breath, as if trying to snatch all the oxygen Clarisa normally spent. Glanced at the clock through a smart phone at a glance, then issued a very heavy snort.

“I have to get back to work.”

Aksara parsed his steps slowly. His ear drum tried hard to get around the sigh

Clarisa is shaking. Aksara held off departure when Clarisa—finally—opened a word.

“I never stop praying for you, Aksara. May you be cursed by love.”

For some reason, the sentence echoed in the head of Aksara. The man who never understood the taste or meaning of love, how could he be damned? Aksara down the corridor of Clarisa's mansion with a feeling of emptiness.

But the character is not the type of man who gives up easily. The man came to his conclusion through his fingers pressing the phone button to someone.

“Daddy, Dirga. Take me there. I should have a wedding.” soon