Secret Marriage
Chapter 2 The Secret Marriage

The rain was pouring down on Surabaya. More than an hour of rain fell in the city of Heroes. But under the rush of rain a girl is struggling, she is confused because she is being hit by a disaster.

His mother was struggling with her illness in one of the hospitals in Surabaya, and his mother was in need of a considerable cost for surgery. All his savings and belongings have been sold to cover the previous treatment, it turns out that the treatment must continue again because his condition has not recovered.

Dila, a twenty-three-year-old girl who has to face her own problems. He has not had a father since he was a child. Not dead, but going somewhere, only his mother was the only parent he had, but it turns out his mother had heart disease and diabetes. Now he is facing his problems alone, no one is helping him.

He looked for loans everywhere, but the result was nil, he cried under the stop alone. The old stop for him to shelter from the rain, the roof of the stop in some hollow parts, so that the rain freely hit his weak body. He spilled all his pain under the rain. He doesn't know where else to go.

Lightning struck, not a single inch of the girl shifted from her seat. He was quite sad because of his problem, so he did not care around.

Dila sat down while folding her legs, she cried innocently while covering her face with both knees. And a while later, suddenly there was someone carrying an umbrella and covering Dila's body from being forced to rain. Dila raised her head, appearing in front of her a man wearing a black suit.

His eyes were staring at the man in front of him. There was fear because he was alone in a quiet place. 

"Don't take shelter where you can't protect your body" said the stranger.

"Don't interfere, go! I want to be alone." Dila put on a hateful face, but still she looked scared.

"Get in my car, I'll drive you to your house" said the man.

"No thanks, I don't need a ride" said Dila Ketus.

"There will not be a bus that will carry passengers who are drenched and have a messy face like you," said the man flat.

Dila wiped the tears and rain on her cheeks violently, "go, I want to be alone, let me be here!"

The man swiftly pulled Dila's hand, half pulling Dila's arm, he led Dila into his car.

"What the fuck? You want to kidnap me?" snarled Dila when he was in the car. Dila tried to get down. The door closes automatically. The man who took her had already entered the car and was driving his car regardless of Dila's actions.

"I'll scream! I'll report you to the police!" threaten Dila's.

"Be quiet and calm" said the man flat, throwing a small towel at Dila's face. "Clean yourself first" said the man.

Somehow Dila became silent, he no longer had the energy to curse the man, probably because he was tired.

"Just you kidnap me, nobody's gonna make up for me, if you want to rape me, go ahead, I've been exposed to the HIV virus." Dila tried to be calm.

The man did not respond to Dila's words, he only concentrated on his steering wheel. Before long the car they drive entered the luxury house suburban Surabaya.

"Down!" the man said as he opened the car door.

When he came down, he looked in all directions. In his heart he imagined, somehow his fate after this.

The man looked at Dila's confused face, "wear this to cover your body" the man said as he threw the suit he had met to Dila.

Dila received the suit, and he saw his own body, he only realized that the clothes he was wearing were soaking wet that he showed his curves.

"Geez!" pekik Dila's.

"Don't mess with my eyes with your body" the man said as he walked into the mansion.

Dila followed behind the man. Somehow he felt that the man in front of him was not as evil as he had thought.

"Come into the room, get some clothes in there, change your clothes" said the man, and he left Dila.

When he entered the room he was referring to, he walked slowly and observed the room, he opened the white cupboard in front of him, and there were several bags of women. Dila saw the contents of the bag in the closet, it looks branded and valuable clothes are quite fantastic. Dila hesitated to choose what he wore later, he was afraid he could not change the purchase price.

"Quick change your clothes, or I change my mind and leave you without wearing" said the man outside the room. It seems that the man knew that Dila was confused.

"Ish, who the hell is he? Why is he acting so strange?" muttered Dila slowly.

Dila looked at the contents of some of the bags, apparently mostly mini dress, he found one shirt and pants. He chose the clothes and the pants. Then Dila changed clothes, of course he dried his underwear first in the bathroom because in some of the bags, there were no underwear, fortunately the bathroom was in the room.

After feeling her underwear a little dry, she wore it, although uncomfortable, Dila had no other choice. He opened the door after feeling well. He threw his gaze all over the house, looking for the mysterious man.

"Don't fuck around, come here." A baritone voice rang out from the middle room, Dila was sure that it was the voice of the mysterious man earlier. Dila walked towards the man.

"Sit down" said the man without looking at Dila.

Dila sat in front of the man, they sat face to face, separated only by a large dining table.

"Eat!" said the man while coolly cutting the meat on his plate.

Dila looked at the man and returned the forehead, "hmm..." Dila wanted to say but was afraid.

The man put down his knife and fork, he stared intently at Dila, "do you think what I'm eating now is human flesh?" asked the man with a fierce look.

Dila was surprised, it seemed that the man could read her thoughts, "uh, hmm, " muttered Dila.

Slowly the man smiled, his fierce face turned into a smile, "hahahaha, so you really think?" ask the man until Dila becomes more confused.

Silently and looking down, he looked scared. "Is my face like a criminal or a psychopath?" ask the man again. This time he was still smiling, his face was warm and friendly.

"Eat! It's beef, I'm not a cannibal" the man said, continuing to eat.

Dila hesitantly picked up the meat in front of her, and slowly she began to eat with the mysterious man.

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"Do you want to go home now?" ask the man when they finish eating.

"I.. Ja.. Uh, I want to find a job first" said Dila.

"Work? Aren't you working?" ask the man.

"Why do you know I'm working?" ask Dila.

"Sir Aldo?" muttered Dila, meaning this man had been to his office. "I need a time job" said Dila.

The man smiled, "very greedy, does Aldo not pay you properly?" ask the man.

"No, Mr. Aldo gave me a decent salary, indeed I am in need of a lot of money" said Dila.

"I didn't expect that a young girl like you would cost so much, would you be like a socialite girl?" ask the man.

Dila looked at the man's face, she felt annoyed at being considered that way. "It's none of your business!" said Dila ketus.

"It turns out you get angry easily." The man smiled, looking sweet and handsome. "I have a job for you, maybe you're interested?" 

Dila's originally sour face now turned cheerful, "really?" ask Dila with sparkling eyes.

"There's a job that's not too hard actually, but it's not too easy either."

"What's? Please say!" Dila looked impatient so she could not reach the man's arm.

The man looked at Dila sharply, Dila was aware of his attitude so he immediately took off the man's arm.

"Sorry," said Dila, looking down in embarrassment.

"Are you always acting like this to everyone?" ask the man.

"No! It's just that right now I'm desperate and need a lot of money, so I can't control my attitude" said Dila firmly.

The man smiled, "alright, I'm sorry" the man said.

"So, are you serious about what you said?" ask Dila.

"Of course, I never mess with my words" the man said.

"So?"

"I'll give you a job, pay a lot, just write down how much you want" said the man, "The job is, you have to be my wife, marry me!" he said it again made Dila surprised.

"What?" He was shocked until his mouth opened wide.

"Why? I'm serious, I never mess with my words" said the man firmly.

"Even if I don't know your name, we haven't met, I don't know who you are, why you want to marry a stranger?" ask Dila in a slightly high tone.

"Just because of that?" The man looked calm, "I think you missed HIV like you said before" he said.

"HIV?" I try to understand the man's words.

"Well, I'll introduce myself, my name is Zian Abiyaksa, I'm the owner of the Ganga restaurant, I'm single, and I need a wife so that my inheritance and my parents' shares are immediately made in my name, not a big family name" said the man.

"Huh? You need a wife to get all the shares and inheritance?" Dila looked surprised at the man's reason.

"Yes, what's wrong? I can give my wife twenty million dollars a month, oh not thirty million can, or above, too" said the man named Zian flat, but made Dila even more surprised because of the fantastic nominal.

"Is there anyone like that?" Dila simply did not believe Zian's words.

"All right, look at this, please," Zian yapped the TV in front of them, it appears that a man in front of Dila is in the office and interviewed by journalists for winning a major project in Malaysia, and it is also written if he is the owner of a Gangga restaurant, which are spread in various regions in Indonesia.

Dila saw the news without blinking, he did not expect if he met an important person, even that person asked him to be his wife.

"Not believing it yet?" The man took the wallet in his pocket, he showed his Ktp to Dila.

"Then? Why should I?" tanya Dila hesitated.

"I see, I found you in a state of chaos, but I want you to be my wife, when clearly you said you were filling in for HIV" Zian said, this time there was an annoyed tone at the end of his sentence.

"Eh, um, I'm sorry, I just said that so that you don't do bad things to me" said Dila shyly.

The man smiled, then he picked up a map and gave it to Dila. "Read it and sign it immediately, before I change my mind" he said.

Dila grabbed the map, she immediately read the contents of the map. In it it is written if the marriage is done legally and conducts relationships like husband and wife, but it could be the first party, Zian, sued if it is felt that the marriage contract can not be continued again. It is also written if the second party, namely the wife, gets a lot of facilities.

"You have prepared everything well" said Dila after reading the contents of the map.

"Of course, I am not a careless person. "So how?" ask Zian.

Dila thought about the contents of the map, actually he did not want to get married, he wanted a career and looked at his life, but considering his mother requires a lot of money, this makes him confused.

"Hmm, okay, but I want to have conditions" said Dila.

"Say!"

"I don't want a lot of people to know about it, I don't want to get in trouble for having a famous husband."

"Of course, I have no interest in announcing who my wife is, only my siblings know, because I need a wife so that my parents' inheritance and shares don't fall on my sister."

"And you also have to understand, if you become my wife, then you must serve me as best you can" Zian continued.

Dila agreed to Zian's remarks, and from then on Dila was married to Zian, of course without any parties and announcements to the media. However, Dila never explained to Zian, if he wanted to I think all these agreements because Dila needed a fee for his mother.

For Dila, let Zian consider him a matre, the most important thing is that he can get funds for his mother, he does not want to explain the real problem for fear that Zian will put his pity and will fall in love with him, for Dila this marriage is only temporary, one day Zian will get bored and throw it away. And Dila was already preparing for the possibility that happened.

Dila understood that he would only benefit Zian with his status in front of the Zian family. And on the other hand, Zian can get Dila's body with husband and wife ties. Given that all this was only due to a contract marriage, then Dila did not want the presence of children, she did not want to have children and one day Zian bored himself, then Dila and her children were discarded. Dila did not care about him, but he would not be able to have children later then the child was also a victim.

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