THE SECOND MARRIAGE
STUNNED

Wafa stood awkwardly, he lowered his head with his fingers squeezing each other. He stood before Arsya, waiting for what the man thought of his current appearance. But while waiting, the man did not give his opinion. Wafa tried to ask even though he was hesitant. “Mas... How??”

Mike who was standing beside Wafa gave a smile as he looked at Arsya who could only be silently glued with a look of admiration to his wife. And looking at the man's gaze, it seemed like Mike had managed to conjure the young businessman's wife into a queen.

“Maaas.” Wafa called Arsya again.

Arsya blinked, Wafa charm is really dangerous, Arsya never lost focus like this now before, and it was because of a Wafa. He did not answer his wife's call, but his body moved to stand up and approached Wafa with slow steps with unblinking eyes looking at the beautiful face of Wafa who was now also staring at him.

“Sayang.” Call her softly.

Wafa did not answer, he just he looked at Arsya waiting for what words or sentences Arsya will say again.

“What, should we just go home??” Ask Arsya.

Wafa blinked his eyes with a frown. “Ke..why mas?? Am I ugly??”

“No no no, instead you are too beautiful dear. I don't think I'm willing to see this other guy see your beauty.”

Wafa flicked his lips, he smacked Arsya in the chest with anxiety. “You yourself loh mas brought me here, and don't blame me. Blame Mike who made me rich gini.”

Mike who had seen the scene and sweet chatter the couple could only smile, so he felt drowned into the romance of the couple.

Arsyav turned to Mike, he clucked and said. “Two times you cancel.”

“Mas, don't be rich. Cassian mbak Mike.” Tegur Wafa's.

“Two times you failed and I will replace it by four times. Just look at the notifications on your phone.” After saying that, Arsya reached into his own phone then fiddled with the object for a while and re-inserted his phone into the pocket of the suit he was wearing.

Before long, the sound of Mike's phone rang short indicating there was an incoming message. He immediately reached into his phone and opened the message notification from one of the M-Banking applications, his eyes perfectly rounded when he saw the row of numbers that had just entered his account. “Oh my God.” Mumbled.

“Still less??” Ask Arsya.

Just reflek Mike shook his head with gaping lips. “Bos, what, is this not too much??”

Arsya chuckles, “That's for the craftsmanship of your hands that has made my wife this beautiful.”

“Thank you boss.” Mike said with a big smile.

“Ok, then we go first. Once again thank you.” Arsya said again.

Mike nodded, looking at the couple who were getting away. The look of admiration did not also fade from his eyes. How not, even though Arsya is not just anyone and not from among the chatter, but the man always did not hesitate to say thank you and SORRY to him. The Arsyans said it was firm, cold and a little arrogant. But since he worked for Arsya, he never found it in Arsya. Firmly maybe yes, because every leader has a strong soul and disinclined, but to be arrogant it is impossible. Arsya doesn't even hesitate to help him when Mike needs help.

And now the man already had a wife, a wife who turned out to be also very kind and innocent. It's suitable to be able to keep up with Arsya.

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