Married Old Virgin Boss
18. The Marriage Treaty

There was no chat between Dea and Ben after their little argument after the girl had taken a bath, until dinner was over, and the two met again in the room.

Dea didn't take what Ben said too seriously, even casually sitting on the bed leaning against the headboard. There is a laptop on his lap to check his work. Only occasionally—when Ben somehow did what to produce a voice that was loud enough—Dea glanced at the man.

The rest? Bodo.

Until the empty side of the bed surges strongly, upsetting the balance of Dea until it almost falls. Luckily, the woman's hand quickly held onto Ben's arm which happened to be stretched out on her.

After being aware of what the woman was doing, Dea immediately distanced her hands with a sour face. No longer concerned with every move made by Ben, although the concentration can hardly be collected at one point to focus on work.

Until one minute, there was no movement next to him. Dea is initially prestigious to glance at, but at the impulse of curiosity, he is about to check Ben's condition, and finds that the man is still sitting cross-legged facing him. Even Ben showed off a sweet smile, when he found out that the girl was curious about him.

"Ngapain anyway? Sleep there!" pinta Dea with a firm tone.

"Our talk about Dea's former problem isn't finished yet, yes!" said Ben with a made-up tone. His smile messed up all forms of annoyance that the man was trying to wake up to. "Dea finished the work first, then we discussed."

The fingers of the Dea are directly rigid on top of the keyboard. To be honest, he was not opening the report because he could not focus due to Ben's actions, so he just type the origin on the laptop. But if honest, he will be reviled by Ben about his departure with Elvan earlier.

But—Dea argued with her own mind—if she kept dodging, Ben would always discuss this until it was over. Dea does not really understand the character of this man's nano-nano, but reflects from Dika who when the girl accidentally made a mistake—sang sister will always discuss it until she feels victorious.

Be, Dea lowers the laptop screen to leave a little space. Dea clucked first, to show the domineering annoyance, while glancing at Ben.

"Okay, dangerrin!" dea said starting off, reluctant to be blamed further. "I went to Elvan's apartment, but ...." Dea immediately sped up her rebuttal to prevent the man from cutting, "I'm only 10 minutes away there. Just drinking a drink, talking, going home. It's just that, Ben! Do not be childish, until trivial problems like this you make serious!"

"Ten minutes was enough for Dea to say anything" Ben said in a very soft voice, but managed to make Dea glare wide. "Gini, De, I don't want to talk about that."

Dea raised next to her eyebrows, when she felt that this man and his sister had similar characters. Ben turns out to be much more 'unique' again, and Dea can't predict it. He was waiting for further explanation from the man.

"What if we make some kind of deal, De?"

"A pact?" Dea's vigilance soon increased, as she straightened her back to listen more carefully to Ben's explanation.

Enough of him to make a pre-marital agreement, this man should not limit it.

"What kayak agreement?" dea asked further, as the man was busy picking up a few sheets of HVS paper from under the blanket, which was already handwritten by himself.

"Read it yourself, De." Ben handed some of the paper to Dea.

The woman suddenly glared as she received the sheet of paper, and read the contents of the letter that really detailed the points of the rules.

"Good God, a lot!" Dea complained, but her eyes kept moving doing lightning scans to every point in the letter. "1.1 It is forbidden to accept invitations from the opposite sex without any urgent reason. Punishment for this type of violation. 1.2 It is forbidden to send messages of the opposite sex without the interest of more than five messages. 1.3 Banned out with the opposite sex without the permission of pair—"

"You want to hold me?" asked Dea in an annoyed tone. He no longer reads the letter of agreement.

"Ye, who wants to stop Dea? That's a rule for me too, let's not beat each other's women too."

"Who wants to get you?"

"God ...." Ben acted surprised, even to smother his own mouth. "Dea, don't care about me. No wonder, what did Mr. Kahar say about me?"

"Gagal move on from his first girlfriend?" guess Dea.

"No. I'm a lot of people chasing."

"Whatever it is, De, it is not at all harmful or detrimental to Dea. Just think, De. If yes, one of the Dea families who met Dea with another guy while Dea was married, how would they respond?" ben asked, and without waiting for an answer, he immediately put on a glaring gaze, and made a transverse using the index finger from the left neck point to the right as if slaughtering. "Mampus, De."

Dea still puts on a selfish look, pretending to be reluctant to listen to Ben.

"Therefore, I want to make the name of Dea remain good in the eyes of everyone with that rule. Later after or almost a year, I'll be broken, let my name is bad in the eyes of the Dea family, and we are supported to separate."

It was only after listening to this that the curious Dea returned stirred. "Why do you want to ruin your own good name?"

"Poor man, nothing for money, De, has no good name. Anyway, I am also a kara. No one will care about my good name, plus I'm sure everything will pass over time, so yes .. bodo is very."

"OK," Dea said in a lazy voice. He poked his palm towards Ben, asking for something. "Pulps."

Ben immediately took the object in question from under the blanket, giving it to Dea.

"Read it all, De. Can still revise the rules before signing."

"Males, tomorrow. I'm sleepy."

"The rules start from the first day of the wedding yes, De, just late I love you. It ends with our first anniversary" explained Ben.

"Hm," Dea replied, lazy.

The woman searched for the last sheet for a signature above the line that had her name written. So easy to pour the initials of his name, make a circle, line up and down, and abstract formation at the end. The latter gives a transverse line from start to finish. The paper was eventually transferred to Ben for the man to sign.

"OK, since Dea agreed the rules start from the first day of marriage, then Dea should be prepared to equal punishment for breaking rule 1.1."

"Punishment?" Dea immediately stiffened on the spot, and immediately grabbed the paper again from Ben's hand to check the truth of the man's words.

Dea's eyes immediately glared as he read the fifth point, where there were types of penalties for each offense.

"There, 5.1 for the first time, be free from the giver of punishment to the receiver of punishment until the giver of punishment is satisfied. For the second and the next, the free-sentee does whatever to the recipient of the punishment—"

"Related, anjir!" screech Dea, while throwing paper at Ben. The man hurriedly secured it before the effort of writing the manual until the aches went to waste. "Your ween: origin ... gerepe? Wine?" Dea faltered while trying to dodge. "Somehow do I know!"

"And I said from the beginning, read the real thing. Abis signature, it can't be revised. In rule number 5.2 also explained, all protests, rejections, and attempted escape from sentence 5.1 will be rejected, and given a heavier sanction: confinement in the room, just the two, and the other, for 24 hours without a care of the day."

"Tap—" Dea was about to interrupt.

"At number 5.3, the trial of continued protest, the agreement will be brought to the court of law of the extended family to—"

"Ben, stop!" Dea glared, sick of hearing it.

However, the man squinted instead, and rubbed his hands as if preparing to pounce on the prey.

Dea had cornered herself to the head of the bed, even going down, but Ben was quicker to hold his leg. The man was very quick to position himself in front of Dea by laying both hands beside the girl's body. The laptop was moved easily over the nightstand, before Ben's hand perched on Dea's waist.

"Now it's no tremor, De, '" whispered Ben, lowering his palpation down to the tip of Dea's sleeping kimono and touching the woman's inner thigh. "Let's make a living doll."