My wife's a fraud
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Gita's body temperature has started to drop after taking the medicine. Now he sleeps well. Arki put a towel to warm compress on Gita's body. Since two hours ago, Arki diligently compresses the forehead and neck to help lower the fever. He hasn't even rested since arriving from Bandung.
Several of Arki's phone calls were answered after confirming Gita's condition had begun to improve. The head of the branch office was worried that Arki gave a bad assessment on the audit this time because he suddenly left. After explaining the situation and apologizing, the problem quickly resolved.
Arki regrets neglecting his important work and leaves without informing. Behaviour far from professional. However, for some reason his worries are racing when he does not know the state of the Gita when sick.
The reason is wild imagination to not think rationally. If he calms down a bit, maybe Arki will check on Gita through his confidants or even call his mother and aunt to check on him.
The Gita does not wake up until 21:25, when Arki has finished his work left behind and cleans himself to sleep. The woman continued to sleep like a torpor. Even Arki to check for a moment whether the Gita is still breathing or not. Fortunately he's alive.
For three days and two nights, Arki missed holding Gita's body. Now she was happily hugging him. Although the Gita is currently drooping weakly like a rag doll.
A smile could not stop leaning from his face as he clenched tightly and kissed his wife's head. Arki is happy to have a new toy that takes up his time and attention. Although sometimes troublesome.
Unknowingly his fingers slipped on the shirt that Gita was wearing, until it touched the warm and soft back. The sensation is lost for a few days and should be replaced by a hotel pillow that is not comparable to this.
Gita opened her eyes slowly, distracted by something cold penetrating her back skin and the scent of an inulin perfume that tickled her kiss. A strange warmth also pervaded his body.
“Don't now, I'm again lemes and dizzy!” the Gita said weakly and sounded hoarse, trying to get rid of the arm of Arki tracing her back.
“I won't do anything. Cepetan sleep again if still dizzy!” whisky Ark.
“Long. Release your hands!” whining Gita.
“I didn't lie. I'll think you'll be healthy later. Sleep yes,” reply Arki while chuckling.
Gita nodded and complied. He did not move or refuse anymore. Sometimes the Gita is adorable like this.
If the Gita continues as she is now, Arki might consider falling in love with her. He no longer knows how to give his heart.
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Arki got off the elevator to the lobby, after receiving a call from the receptionist that someone was looking for him. The arrival of the person made him eat lunch quickly. Though he was enjoying every bite of delicious provisions brought by Gita.
A well-dressed, 40-year-old man stood up from the sofa as Arki approached. He smiled and looked down respectfully.
“Mas Arkian, how are you?” sapa Basuki, Aryan confidant.
Arki sighed, telling Basuki to sit back on the sofa and join in there. “What's up all the way here?” bala Arki was unhappy with Basuki's presence, not because he hated the manly man.
He was happy with Basuki's personality. But he is an accomplice of his father, who comes to Arki when he tells him something annoying.
“I was told by Mr. Arya to give this,” he said handed over a large brown envelope to Arki.
“What's new?”
“Mas Arkian open by himself later. Please review carefully and consider.”
“Far away here just to give this a prayer? Why not just use email? Title is a big boss, turn to give information still use a brown envelope like a job application,” groused Arki.
Basuki smiled at the comment. “Say Father, let Mas Arkian read. If the email is easy to delete. Not read it first.”
“This envelope has definitely been directly I throw away kok.”
“Don't dong, Mas Arkian! I've bothered to come here. Please read first and consider. Call me later. Still got my number, right, Mas?”
Arki nodded. He could not bear to refuse Basuki's request. Just because Basuki got his respect, not because he was interested in any plans or contents of the envelope sent by his father.
Some sheets of documents contain identity along with photos in such a way as a CV. Beautiful women with extraordinary backgrounds and come from wealthy families are ready to be chosen by Arki. Apparently Arya was really serious about saying she would set him up.
Arki read and examined the data of each woman in the envelope. All women are high quality and beautiful. Some of them caught Arki's attention.
He had to admit that the woman offered him was attractive. Although up to now Arki does not know whether his bed problems can only be solved with Gita, or he can taste other women after his strangeness was cured. At the moment, Arki can only guess.
Two of her identities were kept in her drawer, while the others were immediately thrown into the trash. Getting married and having a daughter from a girl who has a clear origin is not bad, as her father said.
After all, Arki was never interested in having a long-term relationship with the Gita. He would enjoy her to the point of being bored. Until the strangeness in him healed, then build a family with women who are similar to him.
In the end he will let go of the Gita, just like the woman wanted. Divorcees. Of course after Arki satisfied with the service that Gita gave.
But before that can be done, Arki has to make sure of something tonight. Arki quickly picked up his gawai and made a phone call.
“You're better?”
“Udah. I don't have a fever anymore and I'm fine. From morning I rest,” replied Gita.
His body was refreshed as before. Arki seems to be sending doctors permission to rest for three days to the office. So, Gita can relax a little today and tomorrow. He doesn't know where Arki got the doctor's letter, yesterday Gita just sleeps all day and doesn't go anywhere.
But Gita seems to have to thank Arki. He took care of her who fell ill again for the umpteenth time. Moreover, yesterday he arrived home earlier than his schedule. Then take good care of it.
Gita gets confused on her own, which is actually the real Arki. The grumpy and the orchestrator, or the understanding and kind-hearted. Really hard to guess.
“Good if that is so. Oh yes, I have a gift for you in my desk drawer. There look now!”
“In the drawer of the workroom table?”
“Hmm.. Blue color box.”
Gita then walks towards Arki's study. Searching for the item in question. What is the gift from his business trip? Gita became impatient.
A medium-sized blue box was pulled from the drawer. His feeling was very happy and thumping. Maybe Arki gave her an expensive set of jewelry. The gita couldn't stop smiling.
Upon opening the gift box, Gita was stunned for a moment. His smile disappeared immediately. She pulled out a red night dress from the inside. Made of transparent material, with an open back, very mini, it was impossible to cover his body.
“Udah opened?” said Arki who is still connected on the phone.
The Gita did not answer. His heart was disappointed. Fear instantly surfaced hijacking his mind.
“You do not forget if you have debt and compensation that you have to pay? Last night we should have done it. Unfortunately you are sick. But now you're healthy, right?”
The Gita still did not answer. Tears immediately descended unstoppably. His hands became cold from nervousness. His good judgment on Arki for taking care of him yesterday instantly disappeared replaced by hatred.
“Arki, I—”
“Don't say sick again. You said you were okay. Be careful if you look for excuses! You forget I can report you and your friends at any time? All the evidence I've submitted to my lawyer. If you run or run, I'll call my lawyer to report to the police as soon as possible.”
Gita bit her lower lip from nervousness. Trying to stop the cries and fears that hit the big one this time.
“I came home a bit late, about eight o'clock. There's a corporate dinner. Don't forget to dress up and wear his clothes when I go home,” said Arki explained. “See you later tonight, Gita!” he continued, smiling with satisfaction. Then hang up the phone.