Stealing The Wife's First Kiss Chapter 73
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"Ting tong... Ting tong..." The sound of the doorbell rang.
Damar ran down to see who the guest was. He was a little suspicious because only Pandu and their driver knew about his new home.
Meanwhile, both of them were in trouble because Damar ran away. Websites on the internet said that Danu Umar was sick, so he couldn't attend today's fan meeting.
Pandu should still be the shield interviewed at the event, including being hunted down by journalists.
"Who is this?" Damar asked a question to someone outside through a doorbell camera equipped with a monitor and speaker so that Damar could see the guests who came without having to open the door.
"Oh, I'm Okesent (online delivery service). Sending goods for Miss Aruna. Eh I mean on behalf of Aruna."
Hendra's bodyguard deliberately tricked the owner of this house so he could make sure his boss' future wife was really inside.
It was clear that his words were messy.
"Yes. Enter the gate I have opened." Hendra's bodyguard slipped inside with a box containing Aruna's phone.
The tool tucked into his shirt lit up, as the man's request at the other end so he could hear the conversation that was going on between Hery and them.
"Can I accept it?" Damar came out from behind the door.
The terrace of his house was designed higher. The two people's activity was vaguely seen by someone behind a Bentley car parked on the opposite side of the road.
"The sender said, this is personal property. So I have to hand it over to the owner."
"Oh, I see."
"Please wait. She's still showering." Damar replied.
'Shower??' Hendra seriously heard their conversation.
"Yes. No problem." Hery faithfully waited for her lady at Damar's door, half-open.
It seemed that Damar ran to the 2nd-floor, asking Aruna to be faster. The eccentric young man's shout could be heard faintly at the device that Hendra's bodyguard was wearing.
'Aruna, hurry up. There's a package for you.'
'Your clothes are all too big... no, there's one that fits me.'
And the voice disappeared.
A few minutes later, the reddish hue appeared from behind the door, accompanied by another man she called her best friend.
Hendra opened his Bentley window. He took a peek at Aruna, who was wrapped in an oversized sweater.
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The future husband couldn't stand it anymore. He then moved, rushed out of his hiding place.
Surya caught his boss' intention. The secretary tried to stop Hendra's actions.
"Don't be reckless!"
"You must remember they are young people, still need to have fun with their friends."
"Don't make yourself sorry, let your bodyguard work!" Surya's expression made Hendra discouraged.
The man's fingers tightly clenched as a sign that he was stifling anger.
'Since when did Hendra care so much about Miss Aruna? Is he really in love with that little girl?'
Surya could hardly believe the significant change of Wenceslas's heir. Just seeing him, people will know that Hendra was feeling angry blindly.
'Ah, isn't he Hendra's bodyguard? Why is he here?' Aruna was very surprised.
The man carrying the package was one of Hendra's bodyguards who accompanied her a few days ago.
Aruna still remembered that this man also drove Hendra's car when she was forced to hide behind the Wenceslas Group's CEO's coat.
"Can we receive the package?" Damar asked.
Aruna immediately took her phone from the box opened by Hendra's bodyguard.
"Do we need to talk?" Aruna investigated Hendra's bodyguard's intention towards her.
And why did this man have to pretend to be a delivery person for a package containing her phone? How can the phone that was in the Magic Letter be with him?
Aruna felt she needed an explanation.
When both of them tried to get away from Damar, Damar immediately grabbed Aruna's arm. This young man realised something was wrong.
Aruna's future husband had just sent a short message via WhatsApp using Aruna's number. That meant that the man was not far from this location.
"It's okay Damar, I know him."
"I'll just talk for a moment." Aruna calmed Damar's worried expression.
Hendra couldn't stand it. The blue-eyed man got out of his car. Surya immediately followed, stopping his boss' footsteps.
"Remember Hendra, you have no right to be angry with her." Hendra' secretary warned him.
"I am not angry." Hendra defended himself.
"With an expression like that you said you won't get angry? That's impossible!"
"Why can't I be angry? She's my future wife?!" Hendra objected.
Surya raised his hand in disbelief at the words that had just emerged from Hendra's mouth.
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"You handed her the contract letter. Do you remember what your goals are?"
"I can't believe you've forgotten it... Your main goal is not to disturb your personal life."
"I used to warn you many times but you are stubborn."
"The problem is you and her have agreed. And now, you will disturb her personal life??" Surya tried to revive Hendra.
In reality, Hendra had no right to be angry with Lesmana's daughter.
-Aruna & Hery-
"Why are you here?" Aruna asked, getting nervous.
"The young master is in front, he hopes you are pleased to go home with him. Right now!" Hery replied.
Aruna slowly felt scared and depressed. Apart from following her for days, as Damar said, Hendra even interfered in her simple daily life, playing with her bestfriends.
-Hendra & Surya-
Hendra realised that he had no right to rule Aruna.
The man began to hold his temple with one hand, indicating that he was in a frenzy. He has no authority over Aruna's life, now or after the marriage was carried out.
Aruna had the freedom to pursue her personal life. This happened because of the marriage contract that Hendra had forced his future wife to offer on the first day of their official meeting.
Hendra began to surrender. The CEO looked at Damar's house once again. He was ending his hunt for the petite girl he wanted.
Unfortunately, the eyes of the two men met each other. Damar was still standing in front of the terrace.
With a taller structure, the eccentric young man was able to look for anything suspicious. He was sure that Aruna's future husband was watching them, not far from where he lived.
And yes, Hendra was standing on the opposite side of the street, arguing with Surya near his Bentley.
Damar moved down the stairs. Hendra couldn't control himself.
"Hen... Hendra!" Surya tried to call him.
"It's useless! They already know where I am!!" The man ignored his secretary's warning.
He walked towards Damar's house gate.
Looking at Damar with anxiety, panic and warily down the stairs, Aruna's legs slowly moved backwards.
The girl knew that the CEO, who had unlimited power, was about to pounce on her from behind the gate.
"Sreeekk." Aruna's guess was absolutely bang on.
A moment later, Damar's house gate was opened. Hendra, the blue-eyed man with his sharp eyes, slowed down like a lion about to catch its prey.
Right when Damar stood in front of the reddish hue, trying to keep the girl from being threatened...
"It's time to go home." Hendra coldly asked, harbouring anger, demanding the little girl who was hiding behind the tall body among them.
Aruna didn't answer. She was too afraid of Wiryo's grandson.
From the look in his eyes, Aruna knew that the man was burning with anger. She understood very well that he could do anything he wanted when he was in a bad mood.
It was like when he violently hit the gate of Aruna's house, then insulted her, and made her cry all day long.
Aruna wasn't sure she would be able to experience something like that again.
Hendra ignored Damar's existence. The man approached and grabbed Aruna's hand.
Seeing Aruna objected, Damar tried to push Hendra. The eccentric young man didn't realise that Mahendra's left hand was in trouble.
"Ouch... Aargh." The CEO held his hand, complaining, looking in pain.
The bodyguard looked very panicked, taking out a firearm when Damar advanced toward his master. He then pointed a gun right at Damar's head.
Everyone looked shocked, especially Aruna.
A gripping fear enveloped her.
"WHY DID YOU... !!"
Along with Hendra's screaming scolding his bodyguard, the girl lost herself.
The panic deeply gripped her, and Lesmana's daughter lost her consciousness.
***
Damar realised someone had collapsed behind his back. The young man immediately turned around to catch Aruna's body, but it was too late. Aruna had fallen on the floor unconscious.
"Aruna... Aruna..." Damar tried to call the girl's name who carried the double-edged knife, shaking the tiny body helplessly.
There was no answer.
Hendra's anger was getting wilder. The man pushed and slammed Damar's body.
"Aruna..."
"Wake up..." Hendra called his future wife. His voice was breathless, chaotic, worried.
'Ah, I can't.' His legs started to go limp, and his breathing was getting heavy. He then sat in front of Aruna.
Hendra's hand tried hard to reach Aruna's face. But it was too late.
'Damn! I can't bear to see her.'
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