Wife Contract CEO
103

A few minutes later I was done cleaning up the mess Nita made. I returned all the cleaning equipment. Then I asked the waiter how much I had to pay for all this mess.

"The restaurant belongs to master Samuel mistress, so you don't have to pay for it!" the waiter replied, smiling in a friendly manner.

I scrunched my forehead.

'So this is the sharp tongue's restaurant!' I murmured in my heart.

I let out a long sigh, I haven't given Samuel that nickname in a few days, I think he's changed. But it turns out that my guess was wrong, very wrong. The man was still a very arrogant and arrogant man, behaving and saying whatever he wanted without thinking about the feelings of others.

Because there was no need to pay, I finally chose to clean my shoes and skirt that was hit by a splash of orange juice when Nita slammed the glass on the floor.

In the bathroom close to the restaurant, I started washing my shoes and wiping them with tissue as well as my feet and the bottom of my skirt. While cleaning the bottom of my skirt, I heard there were two women who were tidying up their makeup in front of the large mirror in this toilet, the two of them were beside me so I couldn't help but listen to them.

"You know what, I saw Mr. Samuel from me the flirtatious brand ambassador!" said the woman who wears a black blazer with hair tied back neatly.

"Huh, time' anyway. Samuel was just married. Time' is already on the lap of the same flirty!" tell the other woman he's talking to. Women with curly hair and dark blue work suit with subordinate trousers.

"His name is also rich...!"

"But it shouldn't be, I saw the picture in the magazine. Mr. Samuel's wife is also beautiful, they can actually be said to be a matching couple!" between the money haired woman curls.

I was silent to hear what the curly haired woman said, hearing her words somehow I felt a bit happy. At least there are people who feel that I am not bad - very bad if juxtaposed with Samuel. I wanted to laugh, but then I looked in the mirror.

And in an instant, my little happiness changed.

'Naira, relax! you who? you married just so you wouldn't go to jail, would you?' ask me in my heart.

I bowed my head, for a moment I felt that I was really Samuel's wife. But fortunately I soon realized that I was just his contract wife.

The two women had already come out of the toilet, I was still drying my pretty wet skirt. It turns out that it is not that easy to get rid of citrus juice stains.

"Ck.. I think I should buy some more work clothes!" I muttered and decided to get out of the toilet and go back to my room.

Upon reaching my room, Samuel was holding my phone in his hand and was seen typing something there.

"Buck..!" call me slowly.

Made Samuel immediately turn towards me and give me my phone.

"I put in my mom's number, she called. He's waiting for you at home. Now that we're home, Mr. Urip will take you!" samuel said with a flat face and with a voice that sounded very indifferent.

I immediately nodded in understanding and immediately grabbed my bag, then stepped towards the door.

"Hey, don't you have any manners?" ask her while yelling at me.

I even almost reached the point of being surprised by the super high-pitched voice Samuel made. My heart even skipped a beat in shock.

I immediately turned around, to be honest I did not understand what Samuel meant. I looked towards him, but he looked very fierce. His eyes and face were red, his hands placed on both of his waists.

I hesitated to ask, but if I didn't ask I didn't understand Samuel's intentions.

"Sorry, but is there something wrong?" I asked nervously very carefully.

"Kc... Comehere!" he clucked and waved his hand indifferently to me asking me to approach him.

"Is this way you're going right?" ask Samuel again.

I kept thinking, but in this state of fear and panic I could think. I shook my head slowly, hoping that what I did was right.

"Then?" ask her again.

I looked towards Samuel, I began to understand. Maybe Samuel meant the way I said goodbye to him. I hesitantly raised my hand and pointed it at him, but he looked confused instead.

"What's this?" she asked while hitting my palm which I pointed at her.

"I told Mr. Urip to drive you, don't embarrass me by going home and meeting my mother in a taxi!" pissed her.

I'm confused now.

"Taxi?" ask me confused.

"Yes, we're asking me for the taxi fare, right?" ask her with a cold face.

I shook my head quickly.

"No, I'm not asking for money. I want to crucify your hands!" obviously me.

Samuel seemed to gasp, and he kept silent for a long time, looking at my hand which I had not yet lowered. But a second later he gave me his hand and I kissed the back of his hand.

"Mas, I'm going home! see you at home!" I said while kissing the back of Samuel's hand.

I let go of Samuel's hand, I looked at him but he didn't seem to react. Not wanting to make her angry again I quickly walked towards the door and then walked out of the room.

"Whoops...!" I exhaled a very relieved breath. I even stroked my chest because I felt so happy to get out of the room.

I immediately walked towards the elevator, as soon as the elevator opened I entered into it towards the bottom floor. After exiting the elevator, it turns out that Mr. Urip is waiting in front of the elevator door.

"Good afternoon young lady, please!" greet Mr. Urip politely and let me walk closer to the car.

Mr. Urip opened the car door for me, I got into the car and after that Mr. Urip drove the car to Samuel's house.

After a short while on the way home, the road suddenly jammed. There seems to be a demonstration.

"Madam, like her in front there's a demo. We have to walk at a very slow pace!" said mr. Urip.

"It's okay, Mr. Urip!" answer me.

But after a while, I felt very hungry. And I happened to see a fried chicken stall on the side of the road.

"Sir Urip, I want to buy that chicken first. Keep driving the car, sir!" I said to Mr. Urip.

I then got out of the car and immediately walked to the fried chicken booth that was just approaching the place, the smell of fried chicken already made me even hungrier.

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