"What's wrong with me? Why does something feel weird, huh?". This woman felt anxious. Something in her chest hurt on the right and left sides.

She had asked Hendra about who changed her clothes last night. Hendra said it was his maids and he fell back asleep again. The blue-eyed said that no one could wake him up, including if someone from the office came to the main house. Honeymoon preparation, he said.

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When Aruna went to the bathroom and started to take off her clothes, Aruna felt that something was different. Something in her chest seemed to change. Something that was originally hidden became even more prominent. The color changed from pink to purple. There was even a scar.

Aruna hurriedly took a bath. She wanted to confirm many things to the blue-eyed.

"Hen, wake up! Come on, wake up!". That girl was curious whether he was the culprit or not. There was no way something could get hurt without a cause.

"Wake up! Wake up right now!!". He had been woken up many times but to no avail.

"I'm still so sleepy". The man complained.

"Come on! Wake up quickly! Something in my chest hurts so bad. At the end it feels like there's a cut". Hearing his wife's complaint, the blue-eyed immediately woke up.

"What's wrong? Where is it? Which one hurts?". Hendra looked panicked.

You must be the culprit!". Aruna snapped.

"Culprit of what?". Hendra was anxious. He was hiding the incident last night.

"Mine won't have a mark if no one touches that". Aruna started to get angry.

Hendra felt that there would be a fourth disaster that hit him. Before that happened, he needed to make up a story.

"Is it about the two circles on your chest?". Hendra pretended to find out about it.

"So last night you drank whiskey by accident.. After drinking it, maybe you didn't realize when you were in such a mess.. Then you asked and begged me to take off your clothes. I just took off your clothes, suddenly you came at me and then begged me….". He was good at making up words. He told as if he was cornered because Aruna was influenced by the forbidden drink. Aruna got goosebumps hearing that story. She asked Hendra to stop the story. Slowly, the deceived girl burst into tears.

But the crying didn't last long. She realized something.

"You put the whiskey in the bathroom, right? That means it was on purpose! It means you're still at fault". Aruna didn't want to be blamed even though she was indeed innocent.

"Yeah, I'll gladly accept my wife's accusation. As a good husband, I have to be like this, give in and always lose". He lied again and again.

"Hendra, don't pretend to be wise… Argh…". This woman took a pillow and beat the man in front of her. It didn't hurt because it was just a soft pillow. He understood that the pain in Aruna's chest must've been more painful. Moreover, she was tricked by the mouth of a man with epic level rhetorical abilities.

_Ah, I'm safe.. Thankfully, all I got was a pillow punch. Hehe. It's lighter than the disaster in my expectations_ Mahendra was grateful for what was happening, being grateful for having a wife who was innocent and easy to lie to.

After being satisfied and tired of beating Hendra, as usual she cried again. As a man who was pretending, Mahendra approached and hugged Aruna. He stroked her hair and shoulders, meaning: 'be patient, dear'.

_Aish. I'm a bastard_ He cursed himself, the 'great thief'.

"If something hurts, I'll find the medicine later. Don't cry, okay!". Hendra persuaded.

Finally, Aruna tried to stop her tears.

Meanwhile, the blue-eyed swallowed hard, remembering last night's incident that was so imprinted in his memory.

_The victim accused of being the culprit. The fate of my wife is really unfortunate_

He wanted to laugh, but he felt sorry too.

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Knock knock knock.

"Miss. Miss Aruna". Someone was calling from outside the room. In the afternoon, two humans were busy packing their needs for their honeymoon.

"Aruna, if that maid says people from the office are looking for me, just say that the young master is busy and can't be found". Hendra gave a message that he didn't want to be disturbed by work. Since he woke up, his cellphone has rang dozens of times. Not to mention Surya who came but was ignored. He also pretended to be sick. Even though Surya would also go to Bali tomorrow, it was unfortunate that the secretary was still working passionately. Unlike his CEO who preferred to accompany the little lady.

"What a naughty kid! Skipping work!". Aruna grumbled.

"Really? Who's been giving me endless tears since I opened my eyes? Asking to be accompanied, asking for this, asking for that, confused because hers hurts". Hendra's words were still about the rhetoric of last night's incident whose facts were distorted.

"Hmmm… Don't talk about that again". Aruna protested.

"I'm embarrassed..". She frowned.

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In the previous conversation, the lady had actually ignored the repeated knocking on the door.

When the little lady opened the door, she was very surprised because the message from the maid wasn't looking for the Wenceslas Group CEO who was skipping work with the excuse of wanting to accompany his wife and packing for tomorrow's honeymoon.

It turned out that the one who came was Aruna's big brother, Anantha. He wanted to meet his little sister.

"Hendra, my brother is here. Don't wear boxers and a thin t-shirt. Change your clothes quickly and meet him". Aruna suggested, seeing her husband's behavior getting weirder.

"You too. Wear a bra. Don't come out with only one layer of clothes". Hendra protested.

"It still hurts…". Aruna complained.

After all, certain parts of a woman's body would feel effects such as pain, stinging, and others when touched for the first time by the opposite sex.

"Poor my wife.. But you can wear thick clothes, right?". Hendra got up to change clothes and asked Aruna to choose the right clothes.

The husband and wife immediately came out to meet Anantha who seemed to have been waiting for a long time. It turned out that Anantha didn't come alone. He was accompanied by someone who had previously met him by the name of Gibran.

_In this world, there are so many people named Gibran. The man whose girl decided to commit suicide by falling from the 7th floor of a shopping center at that time, also named Gibran_ Mahendra muttered.

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