My wife's a fraud
Caring

The soothing aroma of aromatherapy oil burst out as Basuki entered the spa room at his employer's home. Arya is enjoying every gentle massage done by a beautiful and beautiful therapist.

Basuki had already memorized what would happen after this. Scene of sweat-filled struggle. Since long ago his employer was happy to play women. To countless how many girls Basuki had offered to serve his wishes.

“Where? Arkian have you contacted?”

Arya noticed the whereabouts of Basuki who had just walked into the room and was standing not far away from her. He raised his head slightly to look at his subordinates.

“Not yet, Sir. I have not received any calls from Mas Arkian at all,” Basuki replied politely.

Arya chuckles. “Udah don't want her the same chick from a rich and cute family, heh? Long time also want almost three months not mopped tuh gian.”

“I get info from insiders, if his wife Mas Arki some time ago had a miscarriage. But until now I did not find any medical records in any hospital about her pregnancy.”

“That girl was pregnant? Hmm. lest Arkian be so mushy because the girl had been pregnant with her child. Can't be banned if you're gini. The future of Wibisana comes from an unclear girl? I can be ashamed of my business friends. If you make a runaway doang anyway, but to be a wife and give birth to children must be from a prominent family,” grumbled Arya was not happy with the news he heard. “Si Adrian with Aditya how?” he continued to be curious about the news of his other son.

“Mas Adrian seems to be getting closer to the same Mbak Nabila, yesterday just returned from vacation together from Bali. If Mas Aditya has not been too close, but some candidates that Mr. Arya chose have been invited to spend the night in his hotel and apartment.”

Arya laughed loudly. “Bener-ener si Aditya tuh! Naughty boy. Just watch them now and execute the plan. Especially the Arkian issue. At the beginning of next year, if they can separate. Yes, Basuki?” Aryan orders.

“Good, Sir. I'll set.”

Basuki came out of the spa room. Quickly he called someone far away. He was already not strange with his job to supervise and report on the activities of the children of Arya Wibisana. Children who for their employers are only pawns and life supplements in order to inherit their business empire.

...****************...

“Git..”.

“Gita!”

“Gita!”

“Ya?” Gita blinked waking up from her brief sleep that she accidentally missed during her division meeting. “Sorry, Sir. I overslept,” said Gita honestly and embarrassed.

“You lack rest or pain?” ask Usman.

Actually she wanted to scold Gita right then and there, if not remember who Gita's husband was. Usman doesn't want to have any trouble with Arki. Although his younger brother said to treat Gita as well as his other subordinates, but where maybe he dared to mess with people related to the Wibisana family.

He has seen for himself how Arki ruined the career of his co-worker and former fiancee. Just because Luna came from an influential family was also the reason she remained. People like him who have no power should not dare to play with fire.

“I'm fine, sir. Sorry.” The Gita can't get rid of her guilt. Totally unprofessional.

“These few weeks seem to be often tired and overslept. You are pregnant, Git?” sela Femy teases.

“Iya tuh. I used to vomit in the office.” Gina added.

“Ngak. I'm not pregnant. Just a lack of sleep.”

“Eheemm... Lack of sleep out why?” Rena starts teasing Gita.

“Nonton world cup times,” says Tama mediate. Gita glanced at Tama, smiling and nodding.

“Udah, already. Focus again on meeting!” Mr. Usman began to steer the conversation in the right direction again.

The thoughts of his coworkers about the cause of fatigue and the ease with which he fell asleep, even during meetings like this are true. Arki made him sleep-deprived for the last two weeks.

After giving up his most precious possession, there was no mercy after that. Although they don't do it every day, the Gita is overwhelmed to keep up with Arki's energy. Not to mention the inner pressure she endured every time Arki touched hers.

His body fell out like a dried leaf. Especially when starting to act, Gita can only surrender to receive all Arki treatment. Not that Gita likes it. He hates himself, feels humiliated, dirty and disgusting. But Arki is no match.

“Nih. Energy drinks let you be more upbeat.” Tama keeps a bottle of energy drinks in front of Gita.

“Still yes,” reply Gita smiled awkwardly.

Tama continued to stare at Gita who had not finished her lunch. There is no taste in touching food. Now anything that goes into his mouth feels bland. He should be thankful that he could eat such good and expensive food. Not like when I was poor.

Gita noticed Tama's gaze that had been pointing at her ever since. Unconcealed. Feeling awkward with that, Gita turned her eyes around the cafeteria that employees had started to leave one by one. Finish his break.

“You go back first to the room,” said Gita awkwardly.

“Are you okay, Git?” tanya Tama looks worried. His fingers raised a little Gita's long sleeves to look bruised on his wrists.

“I’m okay.”

Gita pulls her hand, hides under the table. The injury he caused to Arki last night. When Gita tries to injure Arki using the cutter she finds on the desk while they are in love in her workroom.

Arki grabbed Gita's arm until she removed the cutter. Now Arki remains angry that the Gita is using a dangerous weapon against him.

“You no longer have a KDRT, right, Git?” Tama's brows were linked, looking at Gita seriously.

“Ngak. My husband never did KDRT,” Gita replied quickly.

Arkie never did. Hitting, slapping, or intentionally hurting the Gita. But he forces Gita to serve him. He only protects himself and stops the Gita from starting a revolt. Let alone taking any object nearby to get hit on Arki.

“You know what? You've been quieter lately. I don't like it, you usually smile a lot. But now many daydream. Keep every meal also not finished.” Tama pointed at the provisions in front of Gita with her chin.

“No forever oranng shiny and bright. Sometimes there are foggy times too" Gita joked.

“If you have a story problem, Git. Although it's a household problem, but if it's life-threatening. Seek help and people who can listen to your problems. I am ready to shake it. I'm your boss. I’m all ears.”

Gita smiled sweetly to reassure Tama. “Still yes. But I'm really okay. It just takes time alone and think.”

Gita appreciates Tama's kindness. Before there was nothing like this to her, just caring about her was not. But the problem with Arki is too strange to tell. He was also repeatedly threatened to keep his mouth shut. Even during these two weeks Gita avoids answering the phone from Mia or her invitation to meet.

She is afraid that she will accidentally tell all her dealings with Arki to her best friend. Gita actually can't stand to keep this alone. It was just that he was still thinking about how the fate of Mia and her family was. Gita tries to brave Arki. Though something in him dies every time he serves the man.

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Arki's car has pulled over at the drop off place. When Gita will run small through the rain that fell because the lobby is not blocked by the canopy, Arki already out first from his car developed an umbrella. Walk towards Gita and paddle her up the car.

After sitting back behind the wheel, Arki runs the car out of the office area. They don't talk, it's been like that for a long time. There is nothing they need to talk about like a couple. The journey always ends in silence or quarrels. There's nothing else between that.

Next to Arki's hand opened the dashbord drawer, took out a white plastic and passed it to Gita's lap. His eyes were still staring at the streets ahead wily. Afraid that his vehicle would deviate.

“Your hand is still bruised, right? Apply the ointment after bathing, twice a day. I got the recipe from Mbak Dina,” said Arki speaking without looking at Gita.

Gita removes a small tube from plastic. Then nodded slowly. “Hmm,” murmur is short.

“Don't kayak yesterday again! I told you not to do anything dangerous, let alone use a gun! You who will be injured,” said Arki who still can not release his frustration.

“Successful,” reply Gita no matter.

He knows so much about it. I don't know, Gita was just freaking out yesterday when Arki slipped his fingers into his secret territory. The reflex takes the cutter lying on the table and attacks Arki.

At the moment the Gita is not arguing with Arki. His body is so tired. Gita simply leaned her head and back against the chair, letting sleepiness rule her. Before long he began to fall asleep without caring for the noise of the horn outside and the rain that fell increasingly heavy.