Marrying the Driver's Child
CHAPTER 14
Actually I want to use Arsen for the free life I dreamed so much about. However, it seems that if I have been with Arsen for too long, Brother Dareen and papa will definitely not let it go,
Arsen is handsome, but he's just a chauffeur's son, how he'll make me happy later. After all Dion seemed more suited to be my husband than Arsen.
“The wedding is not a game that you can just start and end, Kimmy” said Kak Dareen who now looks at me sharply.
“But I married Arsen too because of Papa, I don't love him Brother!” I said seriously.
“Give me time to carve love in your heart.” Arsen put on a serious face as well, no more smiles that had previously adorned his handsome face.
I felt Arsen begin to fall in love with me, from the look in his shady eyes, I could see he was sincerely living this marriage.
“I love other men,” I replied.
“I will take his place one day,” said Arsen.
“Already, already, you better stay together first, you have got a new house right, papa think it will be better for your wedding.” Papa in his wise fashion counsels me and Arsen.
“True, after you graduate later, you can think again to continue it or not, Kimmy!” Dareen gave his advice.
Papa and Arsen both stared at Brother Dareen.
“Four years together if not suitable yes already, yes no.” Dareen's brother looks misbehaved because papa and Arsen seem to disagree with his proposal.
“Okay, four years if you can't make me love you, then we're divorced.” I stood up and walked towards my room, leaving behind three men who probably wouldn't side with me.
All right, now I have to think of a way to keep me from falling in love with Arsen. Four years with him, I should be able to hold back my feelings. Maybe if I were dating Dion, my heart would be closed and Arsen wouldn't be able to get in. Yeah, right, I should be able to date Dion.
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Moving home, hah lazy if you have to pack things. If only Bi Sri was not Arsen's mother, I would have whined for help to arrange these clothes. Lots of clothes, where fit into the suitcase.
Tok .. tok.
“Who?” my yelling.
At this hour must be Bi Sri who brought food, all of you I ask for help packing.
No answer, I opened it myself.
I opened the door to my room, and it turned out.
“Hai, eat first yuk!” Arsen had brought a tray containing two rice dishes.
Why bring that much food, lest he want to eat together again.
“I should have slept in your room too.” Arsen just walked in.
“Hai .. don't be insolent huh. Who allowed you here?” I'm really upset with Arsen.
“You are my wife, remember said the house owner's mother, the husband and wife sleeps in the room.” Arsen put food on the table.
“Relatedly same room as you.”
The man then walked up to the pile of my clothes that had not yet entered the suitcase.
“You want me to help you?” ask Arsen.
“Serious?”
“Iya, after that we eat together.”
Arsen then began to fold my clothes, then arrange them into a suitcase.
I just blew my lips watching Arsen painstakingly fold my clothes.
“My wife must never fold clothes huh?” Arsen's hands still folded my clothes one by one.
“Ya is not it, why also fold the clothes, there will be Pastri Mbak same Bi Sri. It just so happened that Madam Lastri was on leave,” I replied ketus.
“From now on you have to learn to take care of everything yourself, if they do not exist you do not have trouble like gini,’” said Arsen.
This man is so confusing, actually and what the real character is like. Really good or just a little pretentious.
“Emang you can not take care of all my needs, what use do you marry me?” I asked Arsen.
I'm sure, he would have objected to having to take care of me, and he wouldn't have felt at home for long and divorced me.
“My job is work, your salary. If you take care of all the needs of the house, me and you, it will be your duty, “ said Arsen. “By the way this is yours? I can guess how big the original.” is
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Hayo,,, what the fuck is Bang Arsen, so I'm the comforter. Ah don't want to travel first, still jauuuhhh.
Mon maap ya late, Othor bad luck.
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