Mr. Arga's wife
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One Week later

Today is the day that Retha has been waiting for. How not today he will graduate of course after that he will work according to his wishes.

Since the morning he had woken up, many people passed by and entered his house. How not her husband called some facial fairy just to court his beloved wife.

Retha actually disagrees with Arga's attitude which he considers too excessive. He should not have to invite a few people to make up, is not one person enough, inner Retha.

As requested Arga dress that has been ordered specifically for his wife has come. Peach-colored dress with long sleeves and a few centi below the knees. Arga deliberately did not order the kebaya commonly used during graduation. She'd rather have Rethah wear a dress. Because according to him if using kebaya will show more of his body shape.

The graduation ceremony will start at 10:00 WIB at 08:00 and Retha makeup is not finished yet. Retha had asked the perias not to put on thick makeup.

When Rethah was being made suddenly the door of the room opened. It was her husband who entered the room. Now Arga is handsome with a tuxedo suit that fits in his athletic body.

"What's wrong?"

Arga approached his wife. He turned his wife's body to her back against her dressing glass.

"I'm having an important meeting for a while, so you're leaving with the driver, is that okay?" Ask in a soft voice.

Actually there is a little disappointed to hear she left with a driver but anyway she can not be selfish, her husband's work is important.

Then Retha displayed her sweet smile, revealing her rows of white and neat teeth. "What's wrong, I'll wait for you there."

After getting an answer from his wife, Arga got up to kiss Rethas lips. But Rethah swiftly blocked the rate of Arga's lips.

"Don't kiss me, you'll ruin my lipstick!" Exclaim Retha. Arga chuckled at his wife's words.

"All right." Cup. Arga kissed Retha's forehead at a glance. Retha was embarrassed because they were not alone in the room but there were other living humans there.

"Be careful on the road!"

Arga walked away from his wife with a heavy heart. He himself did not want to leave his wife but what is permissible for the meeting must be attended by him and cannot be represented.

Retha sighed, this is what it feels like to be the wife of a businessman.

Retha then resumed her makeup. It didn't take long for Rethah's makeup to finish. Retha did not believe herself to look so different in the hands of the fairies.

After all was done Retha immediately rushed towards her campus. It's getting late and the road might get a little jammed.

Sure enough when he got there were many friends who came. He was looking for someone among the hundreds of people. Because of the accuracy of his eyes he also found the figure.

"Delia....." Shouting Retha.

"Hey Re, you're so beautiful today!"

"You could be, you're so beautiful today."

"Aisshh I'm normal. Look at you so captivating that Daniel may ask you to come back." He said while chuckling.

"Don't mention her name if Arga finds out, I might not be allowed out of the house again."

"Hmm okay, let's find a seat."

Finally they were looking for a seat that was a bit far from the crowd because indeed Retha and Delia did not like the crowd.

The graduation ceremony had already begun, but Retha found no sign of her husband coming. He exhaled his breath, there was a slight sense of disappointment tickling his heart.

"Yes, come back when you're done." Rethas only nodded in response. He died Delia and walked to the toilet. Not yet in the toilet she was blocked by Rista and her friends.

"Look at the ******, wear it more branded only!" Rista.

"Surely last night I got a booking from a wealthy businessman!" Said Rista's short-haired friend.

Retha was just silent, she had no courage to fight back. Let alone resist the defense of himself he is incapable.

"Lo tuh ya not suitable to wear expensive gini rich dresses! Lo pantesnya wear clothes that buy in the flea market."

"Udah Ris, shears her dress so she's shameless!"

"Eh********anyone is shy anyway!"

"Here are the scissors!" Said Rista asking for scissors on one of his friends.

"Hold!"

"Ris please don't, don't bother me!" Retha said sobbing, she had already shed her tears, what a pity my fate, her inner self.

Both of Rista's friends held onto Retha's arm tightly. Rethas thrashed to ask to be released but their hearts were already covered with envy like that.

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Rista cut Retha's dress on several sides to make the dress no longer shaped. Her tears were wasted they did not listen to Retha's cries. Until finally the voice of someone stopped their activities.

"What are you guys doing?" Ask the man in a cold voice. They were surprised and turned towards the voice. Their eyes were perfectly rounded looking at the figure that had just arrived.

Arga. Who does not know a young entrepreneur with such a myriad of achievements. Rista and his friends must have known who Arga was because they were also born into a family of businessmen.

Arga approached his wife who was crying. He stared at the dress of the wife. Arga doesn't mind that the expensive dress is broken but he questions their treatment of his wife.

"Darling you're okay?" Said Arga while taking off her suit and covering Rethas body. Rethah just shook his head in response.

"It's okay, just look at you crying like this." Geurutu Arga in heart.

Then Arga stared intently at the three women in front of him. He knew one of them was the son of a business partner who had met at a party also held by his business partner.

"Wow now I just found out that the upbringing of the Mahendra family was so bad," he said coldly. They were still silent and lowered their heads no one dared to raise their heads.

"Well, you have dared to make my wife cry, so be responsible for the consequences!" Arga said his jaw hardened with anger. If only Retha did not cry, Arga alone would teach them a lesson.

"We'd better go home!". He then carried Retha's body into the car.

Arriving in the car he put his wife's body carefully. Then he reached into his pocket and took his cell phone.

"Jhon taught Mahendra's family, especially his daughter. He's been rude to my wife." Arga said to someone across the street. Without saying at length the person on the phone certainly knows what it means.

Then he cupped both sides of his wife's face. Wiping the remains of tears with your thumb. His heart was so sick to see his wife crying he felt like he was failing to be a husband because he could not take care of his wife.