Married Old Virgin Boss
68. The Despair of Two Men

“I'm afraid ... to lose you, Ben.”

Ben was stunned for a moment to hear a sentence that was mixed with despair from his wife. For a few seconds, his body did not move at all. Until his eyes began to blink a few times, and the man began to wake up.

Ben tried to melt the atmosphere with an amused smile. He pulled his hand which had rubbed his wife's hair gently, so as to create some distance between them, but Dea prevented it. He held the man's hand to stay within his reach.

“Cie .. which is already bucin in droves, cie ...” Ben intends to tease his wife, so that Dea avoid— as usual. So what Ben was a little worried about, didn't happen.

However, Dea's expression was not at all upset—in Ben's prediction. She looked straight at him, almost without blinking. Show how serious the wife is about her words.

“Fear of losing very, De, I think you're oxygen aja.”

“You are not oxygen,” reply Dea while looking down in confusion looking for the appropriate sentence. Once she was able, she looked at her husband again with seriousness. “But I'm afraid .. if you give the same attitude to other women. I don't want you to meet another woman who has nothing to do with you. I don't want ... someday, you'll turn to another woman.”

Ben's getting stiffer in place. He was confused to reply, so intended to turn his eyes away. His breathing is drawn long, then restrained automatically when Dea forces Ben to keep looking at him.

“Ben,” whispered Dea with a soft voice and a more serious expression than before. “I guess .. I ... start ... change your mind.”

Ben did not ask further, only frowning in confusion.

“I think, now .. Our pre-marital agreement does not need to be continued. There is no need for a marriage limitation. I'd like it if we continue this marriage, until this child is born, and we take care of it together. I want you to be my husband, and you don't have to try to try to find an affair that will be the reason for our divorce. There is no need for farewell. I... want forever this wedding takes place.”

The request was uttered by Dea with great hope. Even his widened eyes held a profound plea. However, Ben did not show any interested expression at all. Instead try to duck to avoid meeting their eyes directly.

Dea begins to be sensitized by the out-of-will response he receives from Ben. The expression of the request earlier, instantly dimmed into a deep anxiety.

“Ben.” Dea demanded an answer, even shaking Ben's face in order to immediately reply. He is really impatient.

“Dea,” call Ben in a soft voice. He continued his soft elusan in Dea's hair with a straight look full of courage. “You should remember when I signed the agreement yesterday.”

Dea frowned in silence. As a form of giving an opportunity for Ben to continue his speech.

“I accept this wedding, because the duration is only a year. That's the main reason I married you,” Ben said in a soft and careful voice. However, however softly he spoke, Dea remained shaken to hear him. However, Ben did not intend to correct his words. “Until now, the reason I have remained your husband until now, is the time of one year. So .. sorry.” Ben lowered his voice. Totally unable to see the clear liquid that began to collect in his wife's eyes. “I can't continue the wedding as you want.”

Dea dropped her hand from Ben's face in apparent disappointment, then gradually clenched her head firmly as she arrived before Ben's chest. He did not need to shut down, and his tears had already fallen down his cheeks.

The woman beat her husband twice without any calculations at all to show his form of disappointment.

“So, you .. marry me, what exactly do you do, Ben?” dea asked with a trembling voice because her throat was choked with pain. “Money? Or just try my body, huh?”

Ben gulped his saliva once to slash his throat talking a lie. “Two.”

Dea immediately stared intently at Ben, with the sclera blushing perfectly.

Feeling insufficient, Ben added severe pain to his wife.

“Who is not curious about the beautiful body of a rich spinster like you, De? Nonexistent. Including me.”

Dea violently pushed Ben to the point of falling out of bed. He then woke up violently, showing anger mixed with tears of disappointment. Dea got out of bed, left this room and her husband.

Final stadium. There is no hope of healing.

Those five words are the reason why Ben instead of turning to the Ridwan— house according to the deal at noon— and even straighten the direction of his motorbike to go home.

The man arrived home earlier than Dea, but as Ben remembered, the wife had gone home earlier than him.

That made Ben worried. But based on the reason that Ben did not know the work schedule Dea well, then the man tried to think positively. That his wife was busy with work out of nowhere.

Then, he casually arrived at the room. The intention to cleanse the body, postponed for a moment by Ben. The man instead sat in Dea's work chair after pulling a book from under the bed.

Rows of numbers and a list of writings, he returns. Occasionally seem confused in consideration, and like yesterday, Ben still ends up in despair.

The man seemed resigned when he took out his wallet, and pulled a card from there. Inserted in a book, then placed in the bottom of the nightstand drawer.

Ben leaves Dea's workplace, to enter the bathroom. Cleanse the body, then prepare.

As dinner time approaches, Ben begins to fidget when his wife shows up.

“Dea to where, Ben, how not to go home?” kahar asked as he was about to start dinner.

“Tadi, have gone home first, sir, I just don't understand, why Dea has not arrived since, sir. I think, he takes care of the work outside, so I have not nyariin,” replied Ben.

Just then, a cry sounded from far away.

“Not to care. Was late. I can take care of my own sister!”

The voice from Dion who was walking with both hands raised Dea's limp body. The scene immediately makes Ben get closer, followed by Kahar, Diana, then Dika.

“Dea why?” ben asked, while adjusting the rhythm of his steps with Dion so that he could see Dea's weak face.

It was then that Ben began to smell the foreign scent of the brothers. He looked in wonder at Dion, who had received a sharp reply.

Dion did not say anything, until he put the restlessly moving Dea lying on the bed. Ben took the quick initiative to remove the remaining side of the Dea shoe.

“Dea drunk?” asked Kahar, who instantly got everyone's attention in the room.

Dion took a deep breath, then nodded.

“Kok can?” Now, it was Diana who spoke in a tone of shock. “Dea why get drunk anyway? I don't think she's pregnant again. Why ... Why drink, anyway? He is not usually gini, especially until stoned. How can?” Diana continued to demand answers from Dion.

While Dion looked at Ben for a while as if shifting the blame to the man.

“Try asking her husband, Ma. He took his wife to this despair.”

Now, all the demanding views, now turn to the confused Ben.

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