Wedding Trap By Mr. Introverts
Chapter 7's

After three days of enjoying, more precisely, being forced to enjoy a vacation without his plans, Vada finally returned to Jakarta on a private jet.

Again she was amazed by her husband's sultanate. But also made more shudder cringe at once kepo. What exactly is the work of her husband to such as having unlimited wealth.

"Do you want something, miss? Drinking maybe?" ask the flight attendant how many times.

"Eh no, I've even been bloated because you offered me a drink all the time. You can go, later if I need anything, I'll call, " said Vada kindly. The flight attendant offered Vada various types of drinks before, the soul of the rebellious Vada kepo, he was curious whether the taste of the drinks on the luxury private jet was the same or so it tasted better. He drank all the drinks previously offered, until his stomach now feels full of water.

"Well miss, I'm sorry!" pampering stewardess.

Rio's assistant sitting not far away from him only glanced at Vada, then shook his head.

"Sst.... Shhhh!" Vada called Rio's assistant who was checking out some of his work. He looked, "What's the matter, miss?" tanyakanya.

"What is your boss' job? Not the mafia, right?" ask Vada.

Assistant Rio silently did not reply.

"Do you need hearing devices?" syndicate Vada.

"Neither miss do not be too kepo, the more you kepo, fear that your poor soul will be more insecure,"

Vada throbbed, eager to taste the spicy mouth of Rio's assistant with his swallow sandals.

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Getting off the plane, Vada felt dizzy and nauseous overwhelmingly due to jetlag.

" Miss, come! The driver is waiting" Rio's assistant said.

" Wait a minute, you didn't see? I'm gonna throw up like this, it feels like the world is going round and round. Hah, why don't you just dope I'm like leaving time let's not jetlag, annoying," said Vada.

Again Rio's assistant was just silent, luckily it was the boss's wife. If not, this girl is gone, he thought.

An hour later, the car they were riding in arrived at a mansion with a towering fence guarded by two large bodies on its right and left sides.

Unknowingly, Vada again clucked in admiration, "Have you reached cah ayu? Come inside!" greet mbok Darmi who resuscitated the Vada reverie.

"Mz-boook..." Vada hugs mbok Darmi.

"Mbok, please make some herbal tea for miss, she's jetlagging badly," Rio's assistant said.

"Geez, to this pale. Come on in, mbok will make herbal tea for you to be more delicious," invite mbok Darmi and Vada according to.

"This is your room and young master cah ayu, rest first. Let mbok make tea yes," said mbok Darmi.

"I... Should I sleep here, huh mbok? The house is very big, there must be another room, right, I can sleep anywhere, as long as not here," said Vada.

"Lho, this is the young master's room, meaning this is also your room. Shouldn't a husband and wife sleep in one room? Just come out for a second, okay?" mbok Darmi leaves Vada alone.

Tok tok!

"Miss," Rio's assistant walked in.

"What?" sahut Vada lazy.

"I just want to give this to you, the card and all the data on your phone before I've moved all the way here" Rio's assistant handed me a new phone.

"Why change, where's my old phone?" Vada felt the phone in his hand was too sophisticated, he was afraid of the bus not using it.

"I'm sorry," did not answer Vada's question, but Rio's assistant said goodbye.

"Huh, basic!" Vada cebik. He flipped through the phone in his hand, "This is how to use it? Geez, PR again this is mah," he murmured.

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After feeling better, Vada took a walk to look around the mansion. Since then, he had not seen any other members in the house except the maids and mbok Darmi.

"Did he have no family? Very quiet this house," he murmured who was now sitting by the pool.

"There, the young master had a complete old man, shah ayu," the voice mbok from the startling Vada. Apparently mbok Darmi heard Vada's murmur.

Mbok Darmi approached and sat next to Vada, "Master and big lady have long settled abroad. Sometimes they go back to Jakarta, but not to this house, in another house. But, since the health of the big master declined, they never returned to Jakarta again. Here the young master lives alone. The young master was very busy with work, only occasionally also returning to this house. Mbok hopes, with you as his wife, to make the young master more often and at home. There's a reason for him to come back to this house" said Darmi.

"Well from where, if good will not be abducted and maksa for marriage, mbok. He just left no one to say the same Vada," protested Vada.

Mbok Darmi smiled, "Young master is not too good at socializing, not good at soft and sweet talk. Since childhood he was lonely just this mbok his playmate. Mbok believes you can make the young master better, just need patience and time. Love and love the young master sincerely. Do anything sincerely. That is what young master needs. The war was indeed cold, taking care of the two big companies that merged into one, making him act always vigilant and indifferent to others. He doesn't even have time for himself. He needs someone to watch him. Simbok wishes you were the one, cah ayu," he said. Mbok Darmi at length.

Vada sighed, all the luxuries he had seen since yesterday, turned out to be paid dearly by Elvan. Lack of affection, Arrogant and perhaps he himself did not enjoy his life.

But, to love the man sincerely, whether he can if until this second his heart is still filled by, Mirza. Remember her lover, Vada really misses her.

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In other parts of the world, in Sydney, Australia.....

Elvan had just arrived at her parents' residence. While on a business trip like this, he occasionally used to visit them. Although always filled with tension when they meet, like now.

Elvan sat with his cold face, facing his father who was in a wheelchair with a face that was no less cold. And his mother was beside his father.

"Do you think your parents are dead, Elvan? So you got married without telling us?" the graceful yet implied voice of disappointment was heard from Madame Tamara's mouth.

"Who's the girl?" monsieur Adi Wijaya, the husband of Tamara.

Elvan was silent, still waiting for his parents to pull out their grunts before he spoke.

"You haven't been able to move on from Zoya, and now all of a sudden you're married? Oh my gosh, how can you do that?" said madame Tamara.

"Why? Was mama afraid that her fate would be like mama, unloved and cheated on?" asked Elvan coldly.

"Goddess!" snapped mistress Tamara.

"Am I not right? If you can marry your mom, the woman you don't love, why can't Elvan? But, just so calm, Elvan will not do disgusting, cheating with other women, like what this man did!" elvan said with great emphasis.

His childhood was always lonely and depressed because he saw his mother often cry silently. Not infrequently his parents quarrel, making Elvan a cold man like now. When he finds out that his father has another woman, Elvan's hatred for his father becomes even more.

"Goddess! Watch your talk! He's your papa!" madam Tamara's tears are unstoppable. Every time they meet it ends like this, the only boy still holds the wounds of the past so deep that it causes trauma in him.

"Papa? Papa who never considered Elvan, papa who never turned to Elvan, papa who was busy with his affair, what is it called papa?"

Mr. Adi Wijaya was silent, even though he had regretted his actions, it turned out that Elvan still could not forgive him. "I'm sorry papa, papa's wrong," that's all he can say.

Madam Tamara shook her head, until when will the father and son be like this. He would love to see them get along.

Elvan was surprised, clearly he did not see any love between his parents, but why they could survive until now. Madam Tampar still does her duty as a wife well. Even Madame Tamara prefers to take care of her now paralyzed husband and settle abroad rather than taking care and accompanying him in Jakarta. Sometimes it made him think, what his presence was so insignificant to both of them.

The busyness, as well as the household problems of his parents in the past, slowly create a personal Elvan who is not only cold but also arrogant. In order to attract the attention of both, it is not uncommon for little Elvan to teenagers to make a tantrum at school or at home.

Elvan sighed deeply, she hated it the most and disliked seeing her mother cry.

"Here you go, if you want to know if I'm really married, the answer is yes. I'm married to a regular girl who receives an eye donor from Zoya. At least there's still Zoya's eyes I can have. Whoever that girl is, I hope you guys don't bother her. Never disturb the house of Elvan, like Elvan who never harasses you. Elvan up first, Elvan tomorrow back to Jakarta," said Elvan and immediately rose from his seat leaving his parents.

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Elvan looked out the window of his room. Looking far ahead. I don't know what he was thinking at the moment, which was obviously suddenly in his mind, he remembered his wife.

"****!" the thing is, why did he become Vada's mind. He misses his wife. Elvan rubbed his face rough.

The hot activity they did at that time, groaning and Han Vada Village just kept spinning in his brain.

Admitting it or not, he greatly enjoyed the forced romance he had with Vada. Even the girl has a sexier body than Zoya who has a body that tends to be straight.

Moreover, it turns out that his wife is still a virgin, things that he thought were rare to be found. Because, when he first did it with Zoya, the woman was no longer Virgin anymore and Elvan disputed it because he loved Zoya very much.

Elvan really can't forget what it feels like to be more legit than Zoya. Though his wife was just resigned did not give a balance that meant for him.

"No, it's because I miss Zoya" she murmured inwardly.

Elvan breathed a rough sigh. At any moment, no one can replace Zoya in her heart. However, again Vada's innocent body flashed through his mind which made him curse many times.

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