Miss Crazy Rich's Contract Husband
Ring selection

Bank xxxxxxx

ATM centers

city centre.

Wiraditya's eyeballs stared at the rows of digits of money that entered his current account, keeping the man in place for some time. He thought he wanted to buy her a sweet ring to ring Queen W's sweet day today using the money he'd always put aside little by little long ago for his own future savings but total the money he had exceeded the limit he had before.

And Wiraditya thought if Queen W had transferred her some money according to the deal she signed?!. For a moment the man was silent, and she was silent, recalling how they faced each other in the hospital when she was admitted that day after the embarrassing incident due to Arlina's actions.

"You can decide" Queen W was sitting next to her right, waiting for Wiraditya's decision on their marriage agreement, last night before removing the man from the bars, uncle Ram said Wiraditya accepted the deal he offered.

The man seemed to have not answered he stared at a map containing a piece of covenant paper in front of him, let his eyeballs look through the contents of the agreement they made in which the marriage agreement was signed by both parties on stamp duty.

"You can sign her marriage contract" Queen W said.

The line of words in there felt so tangled, I don't know the marriage contract agreement was never included in the list of future arrangements in the line of dreams that he hoped, as in the dramas there, like in the dramas there, in some of the movies he watched. If her cast is usually a country girl, poor and sleazy being Cinderella but times real destiny falls on her life and she is definitely not a pretty girl who can be conjured up into Cinderella, using beautiful clothes, luxurious nan magnificent, turned into beautiful because of the sweep of make up, making men fall in love because of his innocence and his meek nature. But her? a man who will not be able to be juggled and altered levels of his face with the sweep make up the teenage girls.

What he feared was that this story would turn out to be a bit sad or tragic, like the wedding of Princess Diana Spencer and Prince Charles of the country across there, a marriage that intertwines without love until it ends in the tragic death of the main character?!.

Wiraditya wants to laugh at his life.

Unfortunately he was not her lead, he was just an ordinary man living in one of the big cities in the capital, he said, squeezed circumstances that make him must and inevitably accept the opportunity or agreement for the sake of the O line that will enter into his account, to save his sister also makes his mother healthy also happy.

Without making a single sound, the wiraditya grabbed the pen inside the map, very carefully moving his fingers to sign the marriage contract between them.

But in fact from the beginning he signed a marriage contract between them, he continued to beristighfar and said the word bismillah.

Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim, not tucked in the slightest intention for his widow girl beside him, because the reality is he considers the marriage they will live in is not based on a piece of paper that he signed.

"I give you the freedom to pretend to live your life as a husband in front of everyone including my family, but do not forget to know yourself because the true marriage is only a mere pretense and remember the limits that apply in our marriage agreement. You and I are still strangers who do not interfere in my personal territory, me and my personal life as well as you and your personal life, Wiraditya." And it's an alarm reminder that Queen W gave her yesterday to let her know where her limits are.

Wiraditya let out his long breath, awakening himself from his long daydream, he shook his head slowly then withdrew a little money according to what he had, he said, have no intention at all to interfere with the lawsuit money sent by Queen W, because for him this world nothing really makes him interested in buying. He is he, who will not change because of the line of numbers in his account right?!.

After he finished taking the money, he hurriedly placed his ATM into his worn-out leather wallet, mengahela for a moment while turning his body slowly. He moved out of there, ignoring the people around him and chose to walk out of there. For a moment Wiraditya raised his head, looking at the still clear sky, he thought he would move towards the shopping area on his right side.

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Shop mas xxxxxxx

city centre.

"He em" Wiraditya spoke, nodding his head quickly.

The man's eyeballs stared at the rows of rings in the glass before him, his heart was not fine because this was the first time he entered the store like that. He used to dream of entering there with someone, who is now struggling to study in the opposite city. He did set aside little by little his money to propose the girl but his dreams were dashed and ran aground in the middle of the road, trying to awaken her from her beautiful dream when the girl's mother came to see her and once said with her in full supplication in her broken sobs.

"Take Amanda off, auntie please. You and him are too different to be in a very different caste, don't push yourself too hard like a ridge that misses the moon." The middle-aged woman spoke in a pleading tone but clearly lowered herself, staring at her wiraditya in one eye.

To him they were clearly in a different caste, Wiraditya was just a poor man who did not deserve his daughter.

"Mante please let him go quietly and realize where you are, Amanda deserves a much better man than you, he deserves a high-ranking man with above-average economic life, he is not used to living in distress and will not be able to survive in a poverty-stricken marriage " her words were obviously painful especially when the woman stared low at her mother, thinking the son of a maid is inappropriate to be with the son of men and women of rank who have a high enough position and in displeasure with many people.

"Tante doesn't blame you, it's just your parents who didn't try so hard to make your life more worthy of being"

"I'm going to let go of Amanda" Wiraditya hurriedly interjected, he dislikes it the most when someone starts demeaning his mother or father, blaming them for lack of effort. For him they only see the outside without looking at the inside.

He widened his smile and said back.

"Don't blame my parents' incompetence, my aunt can ask me to let Amanda go without having to extend the conversation, I'll let go and swear I'll never see her again or give you hope for her feelings"

"Where do you want mas? there are some pretty sweet choices for her wedding ring!." And the voice of the jewelry store owner surprises Wiraditya from his daydream.

"This one can also be "Wiraditya replied while staring at the wedding ring in front of him, so sweet and cute, he convinced himself if Queen W would be suitable to use the ring later.

"Do you know Queen W's finger size?." And suddenly one voice surprised him from behind the right side of Wiraditya.

Instantly it made Wiraditya flinch, he hurriedly turned his head and looked at the figure who was now standing right on his right side. The man choked up, staring at the two figures who were now standing before him, one with his warm friendly face but the other was clearly staring at him in a terrible and not okay look, he took it from the tip of his foot to the end of his head.

Believe me the gaze of the figure instantly made Wiraditya swallow his saliva, he suddenly thought of one name.

"She's unfriendly, overprotective, intimidating, very protective, little do you know? he can put his raw bogem on your face without having to think twice"

"Astaghfirullahul'adzim" Wiraditya immediately spoke in his heart, looking at the tall big-looking man with a handsome face typical of his Caucasian in an obviously not young age anymore.