My wife's a fraud
Choosing a Wife

Arki arrived at the hotel at 18:20 after completing his first day of work to collect data on the financial statements for the audit process. His company booked a room at the Hilton Bandung Hotel.

For a moment Arki lay his body on the mattress, even though he had not yet rid himself of the sweat that stuck all day. Opened a phone that from noon he did not touch, because it was too busy working. Some messages from the Gita are seen on the screen.

[Gita: Today I am overtime again. Not until the night.]

[Gita: I'll be back in the grab later. So don't be weird like telling Mr. Usman anterin home.]

[Gita: Don't call. I want to concentrate!]

Without realizing it, Arki smiled, looking at him. Finally, Gita understood how to relate to him. Arki only needs to be notified and informed, even though only a line of rigid messages like the one Gita sent.

Arki can't stop comparing the Gita to his former friends, who at all times send long messages. Asking the news, telling stories, and spoiling. Filled with cute emoticons lined up full of expression.

Sending a message with Gita is like communicating with her subordinates, instead it seems that her subordinates are more expressive than this.

What to say, Gita does not like it. He also might not bother to send her a beautiful, soulful message. Arki did not expect that to happen.

She likes Gita to the extent because her biological needs can be fulfilled only. The rest expect nothing, let alone love. His heart was dead with Luna's betrayal. Falling in love and giving away her feelings is a big mistake.

Arki presses the video call button on the Gita. The call was quickly interrupted. Gita has not learned from her mistakes. Arki chuckles and sees the message that Gita sent straight away.

[Gita: No video calls! again in grab!]

[Archist: Lift! The splinter!]

[Gita: I'll be home soon!]

Gita's sullen face appeared on the phone screen not long after. Staring resentfully at the figure of Arki who was tens of kilometers away from home.

“You want to do it anyway? I'm tired of it! Want to shower and rest” said Gita reluctant to accept the video call.

“Yes have a shower! But don't turn off the video call. I want to see you shower.”

“So sane you!” snapped Gita, then the connection was cut off.

Arki chuckles at his place. Although Gita always makes her emotions easy to rise, but sometimes the girl is like her own entertainment. Seeing him angry at a certain time is like driving away his loneliness. Perhaps the Gita's difficult-to-control behavior is a trial and a boon in one package.

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The alarm on the phone lights up at 05:00, his hands flailing around looking for the device on the nightstand. After just turning it off, Arki just woke up and sat on the bed. It looked cute, still sleepy, and her hair was a mess. He yawned widely while circulating his gaze around.

Not finding Gita next to him, he realized that he was far from home. Last night he was hard to fall asleep. I woke up a few times and felt cold.

Not only because of the AC temperature in a cold room, or the Bandung air that is biting. But all because his body was getting used to looking for Gita's warmth and hugging her when he suddenly woke up in the middle of the night.

Although they had only been sleeping together for a week, Arki was apparently very familiar with the tiny curves of the Gita's comfortable body on deck, as well as its sweet smell tickling the smell.

Especially when tucking his fingers into the back of his pajamas, touching the forbidden parts on the woman. Arki hugged his pillow and wanted to go home quickly. But there are still two tormenting days without the warmth of the Gita.

After bathing, Arki did not immediately prepare to leave for the branch office. He had breakfast at the restaurant that was provided by the hotel.

His eyes were wide at the sight of some people who were also having breakfast. Not too many. Maybe because it's not a holiday. While sipping coffee, Arki saw a familiar figure enter the restaurant.

H I t!

The coffee suddenly became bland. His mood which was not too good as it kept on remembering Gita, was now shattered. Unfortunately, the person who was being stared at by Arki also immediately saw it. He even stepped closer to Arki.

The seat in front of Arki is pulled, two people are sitting there. Men are almost 60 years old, but still look young and dashing. A mustache and beard that starts to whiten does not make it look old. Body posture is still dashing and masculine, it is ideal to call the man as a voluptuous sugar daddy.

While beside her, she was spoiled, a woman no older than Arki. Maybe the early 20s, look like the girls hits the capital that enliven the social media homepage.

“If you still often use people dad to threaten here and there, you should want to go home, Arkian,” said Arya with a deep voice.

Arki turned his gaze away from Arya and looked at the woman next to him. “Lo not afraid of being stabbed by a rusty heirloom? Could have an infection. Moreover, having him has been carelessly dipake into many holes,” said Arki while grinning.

“Arkian!” aryan. “She's your stepmother now,” she continued warning.

“Najis! Dad's taste is really bad, right? The normal and sane only mother, because the results are fooled by grandfather. The rest p e c u n all!”

Arya instantly gripped the neck of Arki's shirt. “Jaga says you're the same old man. Mom you forgot your manners, huh?” arya was upset.

“Mom taught you manners. But I think I forgot that taking care and teaching children should not be the duty of the mother doang.”

Arki took off the grip of his father's hand easily. The strength of his aged father is not comparable to Arki who is in the physical golden age.

Arya straightened up and calmed down. Talking to Arki is like talking to himself. Stubborn, rude, and impatient. Despite growing away from her decades-old self, Arki had already turned into her own without her noticing.

“You always criticize your father about marriage, but it turns out you yourself are not much better to choose a partner. At least the father keeps the seeds in women good for business bequeaths. There's you, Adrian and Aditya that I put up. Other women just for decoration and entertainment,” said Arya jumawa.

The woman next to him immediately scowled in shock at the words. But he was silent and did not argue.

“Lain thing with you. Now you even choose a girl is not clear to be a wife. Ela can't select her candidate what? Until kecolongan give your blessing as a careless girl.”

“My wife is not a woman carelessly like her,” reply Arki pointed at the woman in front of him.

“BI checking is ugly, credit is bad, identity is spread in the pinjol, no family other than his mother and step-sister are unemployed. Which part of him is not random? Divorce! I have a child acquaintance business partner who is suitable for you.”

“Stupid is a father's business partner's son for his own father! Why bother dating me? Though all this time never manage, now want to pretentious have a share in my life. Very funny,” said Arki laughed contemptuously.

Arki stood up from his seat, about to leave Arya and her stepmother.

“Arkian!” arya stopped Arki's steps. “Go home! Let's talk about something important with your sisters. Bring your wife too!” Further.

Arki did not reply, he continued to walk away from the restaurant and returned to his room. He rested for a moment before preparing to leave to do his work. His mind is disturbed as his father turns to find out about Gita's background.

Damnit damnit!

Arki hates it when her father starts to step in and intervene into her love affair. Same when he did that while Arki was still in touch with Luna.