Forced to Marry Mr. Tajir
Dilemmas

Happiness that they cannot deny, now they are feeling both. Bagas invites Rania to sit on the edge of his bed. Now they are sitting facing. Staring at the two beads of Rania's eyes fixedly.

"Happy 1 month, baby!" bagas said, he stroked his wife's stomach, and buried his head in the stomach.

"Yes, thank you! I don't even know what word is more than just a thank you that I'm saying this." said Rania still drowning in happiness and blue scent.

Bagas raised his head, then he held both of Rania's upper arms. He looked back at his wife closely, and looked at the beautiful face before him freely.

After that he hugged his wife's waist, and grasped both hands of Rania. He slipped his wife's beautiful hair into the right ear, then he kissed her cheek for a long time.

Rania can feel the kiss from Bagas so softly. He closed his eyes to feel it. God truly gives her joy today. Thank you, O God.

"Darling, you wait here for a second, yeah!" Bagas stood up from his seat.

"Where are you going?" rania asked but Bagas had already passed and walked out of her room.

Bagas searched for the whereabouts of his secretary, he almost forgot about it because he was too happy. And after he searched, it turned out that Frans' secretary was at the dinner table. It seemed like he had just finished eating, seen from the empty plate of used food in front of him. Bagas hurried to get to him.

"French!" call Bagas when he stands beside him.

Secretary Frans stood up as his master walked out of his room.

"You?" Bagas pointed at the empty plate of the former meal.

"Yes, sir. Sorry if I was sassy, your publisher made me instant fried noodles. I haven't had lunch yet" replied secretary Frans honestly.

"No problem! I just wanted to say thank you, everything went with what I expected!" bagas said he was satisfied.

"Together, sir. It's part of my job to perfect your desires."

"Have you bought the camera I need, too?"

"It has. Wait a minute, sir!" secretary Frans left Bagas alone there, before long he returned with a new camera in his hand.

"Here, sir." Secretary Frans gave the camera and was immediately taken by Bagas.

"Then you go home, Frans! Thanks again! I'm going to go back to the room first!" bagas said, then he immediately returned to the room, not wanting to let his wife linger waiting.

Bagas returned to his room, and he found Rania standing in front of the window staring outwards. This could be a good time for him to take pictures. Bagas lifted the camera to the front of his face, with his eyes closed next to focus on one point.

As soon as 'Ckrek' he took the picture, Rania happened to turn his head. Making her picture very good. Rania realized that Bagas was taking pictures of her. She immediately approached her husband.

"When did you take my picture?"

"Must," Bagas replied while looking at the results.

"Let me see, if it's ugly I'll erase it." Rania snatched the camera from Bagas' hand, and when she saw it turned out to be quite good.

"At some point you look at me like that" Rania exhaled a long breath and rolled her eyes.

"About no? I am your husband, and you are my wife, mine. I'm free to do anything to you!" Bagas pinched both of Rania's cheeks and shook them.

"Let's make me nervous!" bagas said, Rania grimaced in pain.

"Take me off! Release!" with a little difficulty speaking, she also beat the chest of her husband's field so that he would let go of the pinch.

Not felt, the night was getting late. Instantly Bagas awoke, he leaned his back on the bed. He looked at his wife's face, as if Rania was exhausted. Bagas diverts the hair that covers Rania's face. It seemed that he had to immediately ask this wife to stop working completely. He didn't want his worries to happen. He did not want anything to happen with his wife's womb.

Suddenly, Bagas seemed to recall something. He reached into his pants pocket, and there was a small round-shaped black object in his hand. He took Rania's phone over the nightstand, then placed the small, round black object behind the silicone of his wife's phone. After that, Bagas went back to sleep, hugging his wife.

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In the morning, Bagas had just woken up. But his hand was groping something beside him. He opened his eyes when he got what he was looking for. Bagas lifted his body and was surprised, when Rania was no longer on the bed. Where's she?

"Honey, where are you?" call Bagas while looking for the whereabouts of the wife, looking to the bathroom and where to change clothes. But still he did not find it.

"Dear, baby."

Finally Bagas came out of his room, he went to the dining table. Who knows his wife was there due to hunger, because last night they did not have time to eat before going to bed.

After arriving at the dinner table, it turned out to be true, Rania was there. But he was not eating, but he was serving food for breakfast this morning.

"Darling, did you cook yourself?" ask Bagas when he saw there was a lot of food at the table.

Rania turned her head with a face that was ready to give a smile to greet Bagas in the morning.

"Good morning, my husband. You're awake already. Yeah, I cook, I make you happy too. After you've given me happiness that I couldn't have guessed before," said Rania.

"Darling, you don't have to bother to do all this! Your happiness yesterday, is my happiness too," said Bagas holding both arms over Rania. He did not want Rania to bother for the sake of pleasing him.

"So you won't eat my cooking?" Rania pursed her lips.

"It's not so, baby! I really appreciate what you did for me! But, next time you don't have to bother like this, huh! I don't want you to get tired. I want you to stop working too! You want to listen to me, right?"

Rania stared at the two eyeballs Bagas alternately, previously Bagas had indeed forbidden himself to work. But if he does not work, his life will certainly be boring if just stay at home. Because if to spend time with shopping or things that squander money he does not want. But how else, if he does not obey what the husband says, then it will be a sin for him. Rania is in a dilemma. Either he has to stop working or spend his time at home which will be boring.

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