Marrying the Driver's Child
CHAPTER 18
The thump of dj music continues to move the human-human body of this entertainment seeker. At one of the tables we had ordered, I was still clutching a cocktail glass in my hand. My best friend Dara, was getting drunk, so Nana and I decided to go home.
As Nana and I were about to touch Dara's body, my phone vibrated in my pants pocket. I'm the one who's usually careless, I don't know why even check my phone. It feels like I'd really like to see who called me these nights.
ARSENIC
It feels so bad to deal with that guy. Without answering her call, I put my phone back in my pants pocket. Then, Nana and I kicked Dara out of the club.
“Na, you are driving yes,” I said after successfully laying down Dara's body in the back seat.
“OK, but Kim, you go back to your home or where?” ask Nana.
“Anterin I to the place earlier yes, you can be anter Dara yourself.” I closed the back door of Nana's car.
“Can be me anyway, there is a security guard also at his house. Yaudah I anter lo first deh.” Nana then got into her car.
I was going to get in the car, next to the steering wheel, but suddenly, my hand was blocked when my body was almost perfectly sitting in the car.
I immediately turned to look at the perpetrator who was presumptuously holding my hand.
Arsenic. Why is he here?
“Ngapain anyway?” ask me in an annoyed tone.
“Bome with me.” Arsen won't let go of my hand.
“Kimmy, what's up? Brother Arsen.” Nana almost yelled making me look back to see my best friend's face.
I was so misbehaved, confused what to say to Nana. I knew very well that Nana liked Arsen so much, so I didn't want to tell her that Arsen was my current husband.
“Kimmy let's go home.” Arsen's voice confused me even more, then I got out of Nana's car to talk to Arsen.
“Arsen don't forget your promise not to tell anyone about our wedding,” whispered me right in Arsen's ear.
‘Kim, same with Arsen ..” Nana moved her index finger towards me, then towards Arsen.
“Kimmy home with me.” Arsen still held my wrist.
“Na, Arsen's son my bokap driver, Pak Aji lo know, ‘kan?,” I tried to make Nana unsuspecting with my relationship and Arsen.
“Gue also just knew this, yes already lo anterin Dara there, I returned the same Arsen aja,” I said.
“Okay, I'm back first, lo ati-ati too, do not deket Kak Arsen.” Nana got into her car.
I still keep watching Nana's car leave the club until the white car joins the other cars on the street.
“Why not lift?” Arsen was still standing behind me, making me turn around to look at his face.
“What is the rule if an Arsen calls Kimmy it must be lifted.” I'm throbbing in annoyance.
“Indeed there is none, but, a good wife should answer her husband's phone.” Arsen pulled my hand firmly, making me directly hug his body to keep from falling.
I glared and almost protested, but Arsen's eye movements pointed to a man who seemed to be heavily drunk standing in a daze near me.
“I'm not a good wife, remember that,” I said while trying to let go of Arsen's hand.
“Learn to be a good person. Let's go home!” Arsen pulled my hand back, leading me to his bike.
“You don't have a jacket?” asked Arsen when I got to where he parked his bike.
“I'll get in the car, why also bring a jacket, like a sick person.”
“And I said I'll pick you up, night air is not good for your health.” Arsen put on a jacket that he took off from his body.
Again being sweet, he likes me or what the hell? His attitude is pretentious like this, does he want to make me baper.
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Kim, if you don't want to love me only Bang Arsen's jacket, it must smell good. I just melt.
Okay, I'm up 2 chapters today. Although not much but still okay ya 😄😄
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thank you, See U tomorrow, unfortunately Kimmy-Arsen.