Third Wife Paid Husband
Chapter 35

"Sorry, who are you looking for?" 

"Aron and his wife. Does he exist?" 

"Sir Aron is out. But inside there's his wife ..." The guard glanced at his partner. Doubt to continue considering the condition of the Aron— household which they think is strange. 

How is it not strange that Aron locked his wife in their own room. Heard his wife was pregnant. Shouldn't their relationship be more harmonious after the news that Andrea was containing Aron's flesh? But the situation at the man's house was the opposite. Not infrequently the guards heard the screams of Andrea from inside—ingin released. But Aron kept warning to all the guards in his house so as not to be cheated. If they fail, their lives become a guarantee. 

"May I meet Aron's wife?" The two guards have not yet answered whether the woman can meet Diandra. "I'm Aron's family from afar, wanting to meet him and his wife. Do you want to get fired by Aron?" threaten her. 

Of course they don't want to be fired by Aron. Especially if Aron threatens their lives. In the end, the two guards let a middle-aged woman into the house of Aron and Andrea. 

No wonder if the house lived by Aron and Andrea feels very lonely. Here they just stay two—while the bodyguards walk outside the house. There was, after all, a housekeeper, but not too much interaction with the Master and Madam in the house. 

"Please, Mom." One of the guards pointed his hand inward. "We'll call Mr. Aron if any of his family comes looking." 

"Okay, thank you." The woman sat down gracefully on the sofa. Spreading his gaze around, then his gaze stopped on a wedding photo of Aron and Andrea displayed in the living room with a size large enough. 

*** 

Andrea's voice was almost exhausted as she continued to shout to be released by Aron. Andrea tugged at the door knob of her room in hopes of opening it. 

Andrea has put all her energy into it. But his efforts felt futile. Andrea had run out of steam, her voice, her breathing was breathless. 

"I can be tormented inner being here continues. Living in a big house will not guarantee a happy person" said Andrea sitting limp on the floor. "I'm so stupid. I admit, I was in too much of a hurry to get Aron to work together at the time. If I knew something like this would happen, I'd never have been married in my entire life!" 

Both of Andrea's hands were limp touching the cold floor. The pregnant woman is trying to restore her strength as before. Andrea held onto the door knob, standing cautiously. 

An idea in his head. Andrea rang the door to call a housekeeper at her house. 

Yeah, since Andrea knows who Aron really is. The unraveling of Aron's identity, the man hires a— housekeeper who daily takes care of Andrea as long as Aron is busy outside. Andrea has consistently refused to eat anything. But sometimes Andrea needs to eat to stay alive. He'll make sure Aron sees himself free from the maniac's snares. 

"Bi! Helpme! Bi, my stomach hurts!" Andrea was banging on the door of her room. "Bi, akh! Help anyone! My stomach hurts so much!" 

Andrea heard the sound of someone's footsteps outside the door. Andrea then walked backwards to the back, pretending his body was limp—when it was really limp. Andrea's determination is very great to escape from Aron, then reply to Aron's actions to him all this time. Andrea couldn't accept being lied to by that man! 

"Mrs, are you okay?" The door opens from the outside. Andrea sat next to the door half-lying on the floor. "Yes, God! Madam!" 

The screams of the housekeeper in the house immediately caught the attention of the guards outside. Bi Rami, Andrea's house assistant sat crouched down next to Andrea. When the middle-aged woman was nearby, Andrea pushed the woman down to the floor. 

"Ouch!" pekik Bi Rami shrill. 

With the rest of the energy that Andrea had, he ran as hard as he could towards the outside of the house. The guards heard Bi Rami's voice shouting for help. Andrea began to panic, he accelerated, until finally he met the figure of a middle-aged woman in the living room. 

"You ... Andrea?" tanyakanya. His smile was thin, yet it felt mysterious. 

"Oh, so you're Aron's third wife? Right?" 

Andrea's lips moved without a sound. A pair of female eyebrows were clinging to each other. He heard the question of the middle-aged woman in front of him doubtfully. 

"You mean ... what? Who's your third wife mean, Mom?" yates' reprimand did not accept. 

*** 

Among the rows of chairs from the room—with surrounded by the glass wall there is a male figure. Looking at the other man, he was making a presentation. 

That man is Aeon. He sat in one of the chairs mingling with clients, as well as the staff who participated in the meeting this time. Aron seriously observed during the presentation. 

The meeting lasted long enough that Aron complained not felt. Hours inside there watching one of his subordinates make a presentation. Looks like Aron really enjoyed his real role. 

Now Aron does not need to hide his identity anymore in the presence of Andrea. Now Aron is free to pitch as himself. Demonstrate his power as someone who is quite powerful in his country. 

Just as the meeting was over, Aron's phone rang. He cleared his throat, apologizing to a client asking permission to pick up the phone. 

"Yes, hello?" Aron came out of the meeting room while attaching a square object to his ear. 

"Sir Aron, in your house the arrival of a lady guest. He claims to be your distant relative." 

"Then?" asked Aron to raise his thick eyebrows. 

"Since you're not home, the woman wants to meet with Mrs Andrea" Aron's bodyguard said on the phone. 

Aron doesn't have any appointments with anyone. What else in the house he lived with Andrea. Even if Aron has an important appointment, usually Aron will meet at a star hotel, restaurant, or directly meet him at the office. 

Aron felt something was up. The man then asked his guard. "Have you asked me what the name of that woman is?" ask Aron. 

"Already, sir." 

"What's his name?" 

"Bu Rianti, sir. Said he was Pak Aron's distant family from Borneo." 

"What's? Rianti?" peekik Aron was surprised. 

Aron tried to digest it. The only woman he knew by the name of Rianti was Leah's mother. Aron's mother-in-law lives abroad. But ... since when was Rianti in Indonesia? What else is at his house now? 

"Don't let that woman meet Andrea!" aron's orders panicked.