Stealing The Wife's First Kiss Chapter 151
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"Bro! May I borrow your Okejek attribute, please?!". Damar persuaded Faruk once again, the final year student who filled his spare time as an online motorcycle taxi driver.
"Don't! You'll forget to return it again!".
"I'll pay!".
"What are you using it for, anyway?".
"Secret".
"Don't tell me you'll meet your fake girlfriend". (Aruna was always called Damar's girlfriend Even though in fact she wasn't and she's even married now)
"None of your business".
"Dam! She's married. Wake up!".
"Tch! A cheater is advising me. Your girl cried, asking to break up yesterday. What did you do?!".
"We're still dating. It's different with marriage!".
"Noisy! Can I? I'll pay".
"Pay my bill at Obeng".
"Ready!".
"Be careful.. You make me scared, meeting someone's wife!".
"Noisy!".
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"How much for Faruk and I?".
"Free for you. The condition is to come here again tomorrow!".
"How so?".
"Look, since midday many girls stop by here knowing you often hang out here. Hehe".
"Sigh..".
"Why would you spend money? It's free for you since so many are waiting for you today".
"Really? Make it free for Faruk too..".
"That one, I can't!".
"How much?".
"Wait.. Oh. 527,000".
"Crazy.. That kid lied to me!".
"Will you pay or not? Why'd you pay for him anyway?".
"I'll still pay. Do you have Okepay? I don't have a lot of cash".
"Of course. Wait for a moment, Boss!".
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Where did the courage come from that night? Damar carried his madness. He seemed bewitched by the voice that had been present throughout his day. Was it about the girl's sad voice? Or a voice that made him feel nostalgic? Only he knew.
This man was Aruna's only friend who understood the best that the marriage of two people who were opposites was an agreement.
Fatal, he had a past that meant too much for the girl. Likewise, he lost the world to the disappearance of the woman who used to be his guide to life.
He and their entire circle of friendship knew who Damar and Aruna were. The girl who didn't want to accept the long-haired man's love that kept twisting her life. But behind her rejection, this girl was known to care the most about the fugitive of his own mother, his college schedule, clothes, appearance, and when he ate. She was transformed into a living alarm for Damar.
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A habit that was bound to one another.
The other kids in their circle always thought 'Maybe that's Aruna's way of controlling a long-haired young man whose life was too relaxed, by not accepting his love he'd try harder to be good'.
It turned out that their ending didn't match most people's expectations. Eventually, the girl was surprisingly married off at a young age by her family.
"Can I deliver this package to the patient named Aruna?".
"Room number?". The officer asked.
"Second floor, the Wenceslas family room". The young man hidden behind the online package delivery clothes replied.
"Okay, I'll take you". When he reached the second floor, instead of meeting Aruna in the room, this man was confronted by two tall bodyguards.
_Shit! I forgot it would be this hard to meet Aruna_
"Can we receive our missus' package?". One of them requested.
"It must be accepted directly". Damar made an excuse.
"Well, if that's what Miss wants". The young man walked slowly, followed by the other two in the same manner.
_Shit! How can I survive?_.
That guard opened the door and didn't allow Damar to enter.
_It's too bad I've come this far_
The Padangnese young man turned the door knob. It turned out that the door wasn't locked. Damar saw the guards wake Aruna up. He hesitated a little. There was no time to think.
"Hi, Miss". He decided to call Aruna in a different way. He winked as he opened his mask for a moment.
"It's your fried rice". He immediately covered his face again when the guards turned to him/
"You guys please come out!".
"Ms., it's better if this delivery man also comes out with us at the same time".
"Is it you or me who has the right to rule?".
"But, Ms.".
"Get out! Now!". They followed the wish of the young master's wife.
When everyone was quiet.
"Wow, Aruna can be fierce to other people, too (she was only fierce to me)".
"Hehe. Sometimes it's necessary".
"Damar, don't forget to lock the door". This girl slipped in an additional order.
"You're so desperate!". Aruna's words were only answered with a shrug as a sign that he showed his shrewdness in breaking through the walls that held the young lady.
This young man swiftly shifted the chair and sat near the bed of his favorite girl with his hands on his face.
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"Hehe. Why?". This girl smiled at 'thebestfortress' 's sweet gaze.
"I'm grateful for the blessings of God that greeted me tonight".
"Crazy! You started using your weird figure of speech. Open your mask!".
"Why? Missing me too?!".
"Just admit it..".
"Hehe.. I can't miss my son.. I'll be categorized as a bad wife". This girl complained.
"Tsk.. A wife". He took off his mask and got up looking for cutlery.
"Your face is very pale. What happened to you??".
"Yeah, a little tired".
"Are you often locked by your husband like the place we met yesterday?".
"Not really.. That's the first time?".
The young man stopped his search. He glanced at the girl whose voice was no longer cheerful. Her face was often lowered.
Next, he approached the bed of his favorite girl while unwrapping the fried rice.
"Let me eat by myself, Damar!". She pleaded when the man began to make gestures to feed her. The fried rice ended up in Aruna's lap.
"You've been absent for a long time. You didn't help your friends on the Magic Letter. Where have you been? Really busy being a housewife?".
_You can observe by yourself. I'm locked up_
"Hehe. Not really.. Soon I'll hang out with my friends, go to campus too".
"If I go to campus, you too, okay?". This girl asked.
"I've been taking a semester off. Maybe I'll extend it".
"Why?".
"My stepmother is too busy with another man and her new life. I'm neglected. Why should I continue my study? My future is headed for ultimate destruction".
"Haha. You're really..".
"It's not funny..".
"Haha.. You're getting delusional".
"This bitterness is real". The Padangnese young man spoke seriously but his facial expression was funny.
"It's really a disaster, actually.. But what can I do? The fate of stepchildren is so complicated". The sarcasm was expressed with a unique facial expression.
"Haha. Damar!".
"You like the fried rice?".
"Yes. Very delicious. You want to try it?".
"As long as my stepmother wants to feed me like before.. I'll be an obedient child".
"Spoiled!".
Two young people drew closer to each other. The pounding on their chests was tightly hidden so it wouldn't be caught by each other. For a moment, it became awkward. In the past, Aruna felt normal when this long-haired man played games and she was forced to stuff food into the mouth of this kid because he lost playing.
"You know Mr. Rohman? Finally, he realized that I'm an artist". (Damar)
"Really? He's watching TV?".
"No".
"Then?".
"He said he accidentally overheard his customers talking.. It turned out that they were talking about me. My new song, actually".
"Oh.. So you feel famous?".
"Haha. Yes.. He recognized me earlier.. Even though I was wearing Okejek clothes.. That man is crazy. Maybe he recognized me from the smell".
"Hahaha". Aruna couldn't help but laugh from their small talk.
"You know why I laugh?". Aruna's words were answered with a shaking of Damar's head.
"Because I also recognize you from the smell.. Not the smell.. That's too good.. Because you're too lazy to take a bath".
"Damn!"
"Hahaha..". Aruna couldn't stop laughing.
"Your clothes too. Have you washed it??".
"What?! I have!! Oh, this Okejek jacket smells..". Damar sniffed himself.
"It's Faruk's. He doesn't wash it, not me..".
"My fate is getting worse lately. The free laundry workers started disappearing one by one". Damar lamented his fate.
"You mean me?".
"Yes! Who else?".
"Damn! I'm a laundry worker?!".
"Dea and Lili too". He added innocently.
"And you're riotous". Aruna replied.
"No! I'm a Pure Titan, your predator". Damar was talking about the Attack on Titan anime by Shingeki no Kyojin. He'd tried the video games and was crazy about watching the live-action with Aruna. They were both waiting for Season 4.
"Don't be delusional!". Aruna spontaneously picked up a pillow, deliberately hitting Damar.
"Haha. Aruna, have you heard that Attack on Titan Season 4 will be the last season?!". Damar took out his cell phone and started entering keywords.
"Wow. Really? I have to watch it. I think the adaptation to the video games must be even crazier".
"Yeah! We need to see the live action".
"But I haven't played games for a long time since I was away from you. Maybe this is one of the positive impacts on my life. Haha".
"So only my life is getting ruined after being away from you?". He was being mellow suddenly.
"Damar, it's time for you to..". This girl hadn't finished talking yet.
"I can't".
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