MY ARROGANT HUSBAND
03: throw pillows!

I cleared my throat trying to shake off the tension between the two of us. Could it be that with the sharp look he threw, it would scare me??

Hell no's!

I hold my chest, let her judge me impolite, after all I have to be firm here, I cannot be a woman who has been officially a substitute on her wedding day.

“Who do you think you are, Alea?” he asked with a small smile, he brought his face closer to mine, making our breath crackle together.

“I'm Aleaa.” I replied firmly, but I did not let him return to answer. Because after that I continued my long name that has changed.

“Alea Kusumo!” I continued to remind with the word of the voice that I made as haughty as possible, he seemed to grieve dislike, his hands fell propped up on the back of my chair, while his other hand, was on the dining table, he said, keeps me locked up by herself.

“You are proud to be the mistress of Kusumo now?” his question returned with a smirk smile, his piety implying an eternal arrogance, Pak Angga was always like that.

“I'm proud to be the mistress of Kusumo. But that doesn't mean I'm proud to be your wife!” I shouted slowly, I pressed my words just now that made his haughty face pias instantly. He snarls, I know he's angry, but the one who has the right to be angry here is me, I am the victim.

And as the bride-to-be victim of the Kusumo family, I must enjoy it, I must run my days as usual, I must be happy with the present situation, without having to obey his orders, he said, that will always get me cornered.

“So? You admit that I'm your husband? ” pak Angga did not stop asking, his trivial tones always make me want to tear his mouth which always issued haughty sentences.

I felt his face getting closer, I didn't understand the way he thought. Do I need to be close like this? If he only looks uncomfortable with my presence, Mr. Angga closer his face to my face, our noses touch each other, his lips open to say something, but when I wait for him to reply to my words, I felt a lick on my lips.

As if hypnotized, my lips were silent, not wrinkled, I could not believe what he was doing, I felt his tongue sneak in, but I immediately put my face away, without a shred of anything, I slapped her cheek without inviting a sound.

Plakk.

Mr. Angga seemed unhappy with what I had just done, angrily he got up from his chair, I thought he was going to waltz away, but instead he dragged me by clutching my wrist firmly. Naturally I am angry, I will try to build a good household, but I will not let it touch me before the love appears.

"Aww." my ringisku was sick, feeling the heat in the area of my wrist that was gripped by him, I was dragged up to my room, I was wailing to make sure no one was looking. But everything was too late, there were already some maids who lowered their faces, as if they had seen nothing happen between us.

I did go to college, but only for a little while. Because it doesn't have enough cost to continue.

"You are my wife Alea! Stop thrashing!" his exclaims were angry, his eyes were red, I brushed off his hand trying to tear my shirt, I gripped tightly on his shoulder, which was above my body.

"Stop sir! Stop it!" I still don't want to give up, he thinks he deserves to do something as rude as this to me, even if I'm officially his wife, it doesn't mean he's free to do whatever he wants.

Pak Angga lifted me from the edge of the bed, then he threw me back to be in the middle of the bed. Even though I did not feel any pain because of this soft mattress, I still cried out loud as if I was hurting.

"I'll stop, if you apologize to me Aleaa." his growling was sharp, I shook my head violently, his eyes darkened even more, making my guts shrivel.

"You should be the one apologizing to me! Suddenly I was dragged to marry a bastard like you! You think I'm gonna? No!" I cried out, he tried to kiss me again, but I failed with a roar on my face that just kept shaking.

Mr. Angga dropped his kiss on my jaw, I certainly did not accept. I don't know where the courage is, I push the most forbidden thing down there. He staggered to the side, he looked in pain with a sharp growl, his hands trying to cover the thing I had kicked.

I got out of bed immediately, but before that, I grabbed a pillow on the bed, and then I threw it at him.

"Budget basis does not sell! You should have been abandoned by your bride! If your attitude is like an animal! Don't assume you can strike me back!" I cried out, I thought he would come back to attack me, but he was busy grimacing.

"Hey club girl! Don't think I lost to you! Just watch out for you!!" his reply pointed at me, I just stuck my tongue out, he threw the middle finger at me.

I met him at the nightclub. Our first meeting there. I came like a fool for the first time. Together with one of my female friends who had moved to Belgium to pursue her dreams. Unlike me who was trapped into being Pak Angga's secretary.

I came to the club that night, because of my friend's invitation. My friend said that the club is very exciting and fun. It makes me curious and also wants to feel what it's like to date. At that time I was very naive, my friend said many handsome men who might like me.

But have not had time to see a handsome man, I actually met with Pak Angga there. He offered me a job as a secretary.

My daydreams of my memories of meeting him first came to a halt. When I realized that his body was starting to take a standing position, I quickly carried myself to the bathroom, my breath was cut off, I immediately locked the bathroom door without caring about the harsh words from the outside.