Mr. Arga's wife
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"Argha...." Shouted Retha from the front. Hearing his wife scream, Arga immediately approached him.

"What's wrong?" Arga asked with a look of panic and confusion.

"In front of a lot of freaks I'm scared!"

"Freak?"

"Yes in front of a lot of cars and weird big guys!" Retha said while shivering in horror.

Arga seemed to think what his wife meant. Then he understood who those strange big guys meant. Arga could only shake his head with a smile.

"That's my dear people they'll accompany you shopping." Arga said while pulling Retha's hand towards the front of the villa.

"Those magical freaks are going to be with me shopping?" Retha asked again reassured if her hearing was not wrong. Arga just nodded in response.

They reached the front door of the villa, seeming the people immediately lowered their heads a little as a sign of respect.

"You're crazy, huh? You think your wife is the president's wife?" Retha said while whispering so that the strange people who turned out to be bodyguards requested by her husband.

"More than the president's wife." Arga said indifferently. "Don't argue or you won't let me go out?" Threatened Arga to his wife.

"But Arga's truth is, look at them looking so strange, expressionless flat faces and all-black clothes complete with glasses, they think this is a mourning atmosphere." Retha's annoyance at her carefree husband.

"That's their special uniform baby, they're all trained so I can be more relieved if you're with them."

"Next time you buy them a change of clothes don't look as creepy as their faces." Says Retha cynically.

Arga chuckled at his wife's words. "Want I should give them what kind of clothes?"

"Just give pink clothes to make them look brighter." Retha chuckled as she pictured the guards with large muscles wearing pink clothes.

"You're this..." Arga said while pulling Rethas nose.

Then Arga called two female bodyguards who had been standing next to the one-77 Aston Martin.

"Come here!" Call Arga to the two female bodyguards. They also walked to Rethah and Arga. Then nod his head as a sign of respect.

"Good morning young master and young mistress?" Say them along with her flat face.

"Good morning!" Reply Retha with a sweet smile. Unlike her husband, Arga just nodded her head and put a flat expression on them.

"Today you will accompany my wife shopping for souvenirs, so you must take care of them properly otherwise you will know the answer."

Retha rounded her eyes hearing her husband threatening women's service. He knew Arga was a hard and cold person but Retha had never heard of or seen Arga threaten such people.

"Your young master."

"Ck sucks the last day instead of having fun with people but instead spending time with these robotic human beings!" Sore Retha in the heart.

"Good morning young master and young mistress!" Sapa Bima on Arga and Retha.

"Hem... Today you I'm assigned to accompany my wife shopping so take good care of her, I entrust her safety to you!"

"Every young master." Answer Bima.

"Well, I'll leave now, where is your car?" Retha asked her husband because from earlier she did not see the ordinary car they were riding, it is impossible if Arga took a taxi online.

"A little while later, Leo took him. Go be careful if there is anything immediately call me," said Arga then kissed Retha's forehead and her cheeks. When Arga was about to kiss Rethas lips immediately, Rethah closed her lips with her palm. Retha felt a great shame how could Arga kiss herself in front of so many people so casually.

"Don't fuck around!" Retha whispers to Arga. Arga just smiled looking at the behavior of Retha who was still shy.

Retha then walked into the Aston Martin one-77 with the two female bodyguards. Retha is in a car with two bodyguards. Arga deliberately chose the two bodyguards for one car with Retha. There is no way that Retha is a car with a male bodyguard that is not much different age from her, it could be that she is not calm if Retha is in one car with another man.

Finally, the car they were riding in slowly left the villa. Retha felt like a child of officials who everywhere had to be escorted by many people. How not the car they ride is like a march. In front of Retha's car was a car containing four bodyguards. Then behind the car that Retha was riding there were also two cars that contained bodyguards.

In the car there was only silence no one spoke. Retha finally broke the silence by asking the guards.

"Ehemm what's your name?" Ask Retha.

"I'm Kayanna young mistress can call me Anna if that's driving Melly young mistress." Say one of the bodyguards sitting next to the steering wheel.

"Oh introduce me Retha you can call Retha not only young mistress young mistress, if you look around maybe we're the same age." Clearly Retha broke the awkwardness between them.

"Sorry this young mistress is already the procedure of the great lord and the young master."

"Well whatever you guys are, where you live?"

"We live in a complex with the great lord of the mistress, all the guards live in a complex with the great lord. The great lord woke up some houses for the guards to live in." Obviously Anna.

Retha was surprised because she thought all the bodyguards were from the island of Bali, they were the same from Jakarta.

"When did you guys come here instead of last night Arga just got word that he couldn't keep me company?"

"Last night, young lady, after Leo's assistant ordered us to come, we immediately slid here and arrived here in the morning." Melly was the one who was in the conversation.

Retha really did not think with her husband that he could-can he tell people to come right then and there. But Retha also salutes the guards. They were so devoted to serving the Arga family.

"So where are we going?" Retha asked the bodyguard because Retha was the first time to the island of Bali so she did not know where to buy souvenirs.

"We will go to The Balinese Basket young mistress because the young master has advised to take you there." Retha just nodded her head according to where they were going to take her.

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