The Marriage With D
The Part 13

Ara came home feeling very messed up. The clock is showing at half-nine. Dean would probably be angry, and would get even more angry if he heard what Ara was going to say.

Ara didn't find Dean in her room, apparently in her study. Ara squeezes her hair in frustration. How did he tell Dean?

After taking his own side he decided to meet Dean in the man's study. Standing in front of the door like this, with a feeling as agitated as this de javu for Ara, this feeling, standing at the door hesitantly accompanied by fear when about to say something, this feeling, was, from the past until now this kind of feeling was already very familiar to Ara, he should have been more used to it.

Ara knocked on the door, not sure if Dean would let her in, but what a mistake tried.

“Mass..” Call Ara accompanied by knocking on the door.

“I can enter?” asked Ara doubtfully.

“in” voice Dean replied from inside the room.

Very nervously Ara turned the doorknob, Dean seemed to be focusing on checking the documents. The man who was wearing glasses looked many times more handsome.

“ehemm.” Ara cleared her throat, actually to trickle her nervousness. But it stole Dean's attention. The man looked at Ara with one eyebrow raised.

“previously I'm sorry to bother you.” Ara started with a pleasantry-sounding sentence in Dean's ear.

“you may have heard about the company Papaku,” Ara paused, Dean folded his hands on the chest, can already guess the direction of the woman in front of him.

“how can you help, give an injection of funds for Papaku company?” asked Ara hesitantly, believe me Ara's entire body is tense as she said it.

Dean just kept quiet. He looked at Ara with a difficult gaze Ara could understand. Is that how you say it? Inner Ara. Is there something wrong with the word? Dean's gaze made Ara nervous.

About five minutes Ara waited until finally the man moved and approached towards Ara. He looks grinning.

“What can you give?” dean asked with a grin, he stood about a few steps in front of Ara.

Hearing that Ara raised her face, returning Dean's gaze. Ara did not know what the man wanted from her. But whatever he will give as long as he can.

“what do you want?” the sentence asked hesitantly made the grin on Dean's lips widen.

The man seemed to be thinking, step by step approaching Ara. Ara chose to retreat. But Dean was getting closer, every distance created from the retreat Ara took was instantly eroded by Dean's approaching steps.

This room was spacious, yet so narrow for Ara to be able to catch her breath. Caged between Dean's tall body and the door behind him makes Ara limp, maybe if he does not lean on the door it is certain he will decay to the floor.

In front of him, just a few inches in front of him Dean's field chest wrapped in a black T-shirt emblazoned. He did not dare to look up. What kind of situation is this? What is this guy trying to do?

Long enough to stay in such a position, Ara finally ventured to look up. Dean's face was right over his face. The man was slightly bent, because of the height of Ara who was only limited to the chest of the man.

“what can you give?” asked Dean again, with a sly grin on his face.

“Anything, but not with divorce” said Ara firmly, honestly she was a little afraid Dean would ask for it.

Dean raised his eyebrows again, then he snorted in dislike, he took a step back, giving Ara a little room to breathe.

“What are you?” Dean asked again now with a slightly sensual look, his gaze exploring Ara's body.

Feeling uncomfortable being stared at like that Ara crossed her hands in front of her chest. Fear now dominates.

As cold sweat flooded his body, Dean looked very serious, the flat face of the man did not slacken in the slightest.

Ara put on as clear a face as possible, trying her luck. Might Dean be a little compassionate. But free. Dean is not the kind of man who will have pity. Ara has proven it all along.

The man turned around intending to return to his desk.

“if you do not want yes, already.” then he really back struggling with his work.

Ara was still silently sculpting, her common sense was at war right now.

“if there is no more, you are out,” Dean said without looking at Ara. It's getting more frustrating.

What should he be now? Did he just refuse? But he promised Papa he would help.

“out” Dean back up.

Ara is helpless, all wrong. Dean didn't seem to be playing around with his words.

“or need I drag out?” dean said as he shot a sharp glare towards Ara.

Ara is still weighing. His arms hanging on both sides of his body could only droop, limp at the thought of him having to go long* in front of the man.

“seems like I should indeed drag.” Disconnect Dean, then he moved from his chair, walking quickly towards Ara who had not budged earlier.

“oke” one word from Ara stopped Dean's hand movement that was about to pull the woman's arm.

“oke?” dean asked to make sure, his head was tilted trying to make contact with Ara's eyes.

“but not in this room,” said Ara, he looked down deeply, between holding back tears and holding back embarrassment.

Hearing that Dean circulated his gaze, what was wrong with his study?

“here there is CCTV,” said Ara weak, Dean circulated back his view, there are two CCTV in two opposite corners. The man then nodded in understanding.

With courage and self-esteem that seemed to be no longer salvageable, Ara grabbed Dean's wrist and danced him out of the room, walking slowly towards the room. Dean just silently followed. Ara just wanted this to end quickly.

Walking from Dean's room felt longer than usual, every heavy step that Ara took while grasping Dean's arm seemed unreal to Ara. What the hell is he doing? It seems he lost his mind.

The door in front of him was very scary. De javu at the door. But this time it felt a little different.

The sound of the door closing behind her made Ara aware, reality would immediately greet her. Instantly the desire to disappear took control of Ara's mind.

Slowly Ara let go of her grip on Dean's arm, she turned around and saw the man, Dean as usual, staring at him flatly. Ara flapping both hands gathered strength. There's no turning back, he has to do this. Dean was her husband, once again he reminded her, That man is her husband, not a stranger.

Then, the slightly vibrating fingers began to unbutton the pajama patterned brown.one button, two buttons, three buttons, Ara's heartbeat became more crazy along with the buttons he opened. His gaze was blank forward, his chest and stomach skin were opened slightly shivering, and the last button was open.

With a very slow motion Ara let go of her pajamas leaving a black bra that didn't seem enough to protect her breasts* her protruding out. Ara wanted to cry, this was so embarrassing. He wants to stop.

Unfortunately, the man in front of him seemed to be enjoying it a lot.