Wife Bet
Chapters 14. The Heart that Loves

He said, the heart will be melted as it continues to be watered with sincerity. The heart will also melt when given a lot of patience.

In fact, the stone will experience an indentation in its part when doused in rain every day.

But is that for love?

However, the Goddess always tries to be patient in that sense, but can she melt the heart of Andre that others have?

Could it be that with the sincerity the Goddess served, the love in Andre's heart grew in his heart?

Time and time again the Goddess tried to guess. Sometimes, Andre was indifferent to her. However, it is undeniable, if the man is able to behave very caring.

Smile is a path that the Goddess chooses, to cover the grief of the heart.

What can the girl do to accept the reality of life, if the man who has been in her heart for a long time never glances at her. Who is a Goddess compared to Anggita with all its perfection.

Long ago, long ago. When a Goddess was still an athlete in her school, that was when she felt life in perfection. Liked a man athlete who was so awesome in the girl's eyes, Andre Pratama.

However, such admiration was only able to be embedded in his heart. In fact, he was only able to become a secret admirer. Without daring to come to the surface.

Let alone to chat and share the story, to just say hello Goddess does not have the guts.

All the congratulatory gifts for the champion, he gave through others. It could be, Andre never knew his behavior as a teenager. The goddess just hid and kept hiding.

Until one day, the Goddess stopped from the world of athletes and became a different figure.

He buried deeply all his dreams in the future, along with the memories of the idol.

Who would have thought, fate brought them together. It turns out that Dewi attended the same campus where Andre continued his education. Through the bet, Dewi can be the status of the man's wife.

Status is just status. Andre never treated her like a wife.

However, the Goddess had been determined. He will pour out all the flavors he has all along. The feeling that was buried for many years, when he sat on the Junior High bench until now. A taste that had been deeply rooted and so difficult to uproot from within his heart.

In fact, the more days ... the sense of love that the Goddess has the more flourishing.

Let it be, this one year Goddess used to pour out the love she had. Washing Andre's clothes, cooking various kinds of menus he likes. In fact, if it is calculated of course the shopping money that her husband gave will not be enough for one month.

Goddesses must reach into savings to meet their daily needs.

The goddess never demanded whatever money her husband gave her. He knows Andre doesn't have an established job yet.

Unbeknownst to Andre, Dewi has a clothing store business developed with his friend.

Not intending to tell about his efforts, of course. The goddess felt that it was not necessary.

As of this moment, he and his friend were busy taking care of the sales in the store. Goddess of advertising and promotion via social media. This business was established during their college.

"Wi, how's your relationship with Andre?" Amika started a conversation amidst their busy lives.

"How is it." The goddess answered briefly. To be honest, he had no intention of discussing this matter with anyone.

The goddess sighed softly. "Amica, hmmm." He hesitated a little to ask this matter.

"What? Tell me, like who, anyway." Amika chuckled softly seeing the current reaction of the Goddess.

The goddess puffed both of her cheeks, pursing her lips with both narrowed eyes. Her face looks cute. So adorable.

"Hmm .. about the video you gave me at that time. Hmm, where did you get it from?" ask the Goddess again. He wondered where his best friend had gotten Andre and Anggita's videos from. Moreover, the conversation of the two that tends to hurt her heart very much.

"Yes ...." The goddess stopped her activities. Looking at Amika full of investigation. What did Amika hide from her?

"Who's victory? I know you, don't I?" continued Dewi, with focused eyes staring at Amika. The one looked at looked wrong.

"That, hmm ... Arman." Amika answered softly with a downcast face, looking a red tinge of blushing on both of her cheeks.

"Arm ...." The goddess thought for a moment. Remembering Arman's name he might recognize. "Sir Arman means that?"

Amika nodded weakly. He was getting clumsy to face the Goddess.

"Awha. There seems to be a secret I don't understand." The goddess smelled a smile. Grazed for a moment with a seductive look.

"Iihh, what the hell?" Amika's face was getting red. A bashful smile was clearly imprinted on his face.

"Cieeee .. So the story goes, you two have a mission like that. Pantesan Kak Arman often nolongin me, apparently. There's a shrimp behind bakwan. It tastes good, mantaabb." The Goddess's great-grandson was at length with a bright face.

"Not so, anyway. Brother Arman does not like it if Andre is a woman. So, he defended what he was, " explained Amika.

"Defending what it is, what does it mean?"

"Yes it .. actually, Kak Arman already know lo and Andre. You know how to do it too." Amika seemed enthusiastic to explain.

"Ah yes, I'm not a stranger to Arman. I am a stranger to your relationship. What the hell is it?"

"Lha, how about us, anyway?"

"Yes .. yes. Cook the bells of Arman mulu from earlier." The goddess laughed again at Amika's cute face. Like being caught doing something.

There was a man outside their room. Suddenly Amika stood up to welcome the arrival of someone whose voice he was very familiar with.

"Tuh, right. I think she knows her voice. Since when did he come here?" The Goddess' protest was still in a seductive tone.

"What the hell?" Amika headed for the door, her face as soft as she found a man standing there.

"Hi Brother Arman. I have been waiting for that from earlier." The goddess greeted me kindly. His face twinkled, occasionally glancing at Amika who pursed her lips towards him.

"What, anyway ... A wi? Who is waiting for you?" sulk Amika's.

"Gue is waiting. Weee." The goddess stuck out her tongue, feeling victorious had successfully seduced Amika.

While Arman still stands. His hand rubbed his neck. Feeling played by the Goddess.

"Soof, Brother ... Will you sit down, or help us? Uh, help Amika. Let me get back to finishing the pending work." The three of them are still facing each other. A smile rose in all three. Then the Goddess turned around, not wanting to disturb Amika.

"Eh, no. .. here." Reject Arman awkwardly.

"Ih, Brother Arman. Cook me into a mosquito repellent. Ogah ...." The goddess blinked one eye at Amika. The reciprocated lip wrinkle.

"Bye ...." The goddess waved her hand. Then step towards his desk. Remembering something, his body turned back around. "Oh yes, Brother. Thanks for the help, yeah. Guaranteed, it'll be our secret."

Arman nodded. While Amika smiled sincerely. Then they come back to their jobs.

Every now and then the Goddess glanced towards the two humans who clearly seemed to be feeling the flowers of love blooming in their hearts.

His man looked at his woman with a warm gaze. While the woman looked down timidly with a smile on her lips.

Such is love, he can grow in the heart of anyone he wants. But the heart belongs to its owner.