Stealing The Wife's First Kiss

"What time does my schedule end?"

Damar broke the ice from the van that used to take him through his busy activities as a newcomer musician.

"At 19.00, it's just that tonight you were asked by Bang Bay to meet him. He was interested in a piece of the sentence you posted on Instagram." Said someone who was with Damar.

"It seems he wants you to release a new single to make your position even stronger." Said Pandu, a 28-year-old Balinese manager who faithfully accompanied Damar at all times.

"Can the schedule be shifted?" Damar asked, glanced at her phone.

Pandu smiled.

"Is that girl special? I'm curious." Pandu catched Damar's wish.

Damar didn't answer him.

However, how special Aruna was very complicated to explain.

"You don't have to disappear like last night. Just tell me, I'll help you. You are not an angel. You have the right to enjoy your youth as long as you can hide it well. That's all."

Damar nodded.

"Why did you choose to leave the previous artist who was clearly famous?" Damar asked.

From the start, Damar was a little odd with this Balinese man's choice.

He chose to become Damar's manager amid many offers because he decided to leave an already established artist in the entertainment world.

"What else except that I'm a fan of your novel? Hahaha." Pandu answered him not according to Damar's wish.

Such excuses were just a formality.

"I am tired and depressed when accompanying artists who have no talent. To maintain their popularity, they will go from one scandal to another. And that tormented my mind." The man frankly spoke from the heart.

"It's very different when I accompany you. You are not even interested in being famous. At first, I was a little surprised how a young man like you could be part of the entertainment world."

"It turns out that your talent exceeds my expectations. It's not just your work. You have an aura and a personality that easily makes people fall in love." Pandu seemed excited.

In contrast to Damar, the manager tried to understand Damar's expression.

"I'll help shift the schedule."

'This seemed like what I wish' Damar thought.

"Yes, thank you." Damar was happy then he laid down more relaxed.

'Ah this boy is madly in love'

***

The man beside him deliberately pressed the car horn so that the girl turned around.

"Ahh!!" Aruna was wrong.

'How can she mention the other man's name when she is actually beside me?! It's outrageous!!'

Hendra was really annoyed.

'If I could, I would throw her out of my car!' Hendra's mood became so bad.

But, something like that was impossible for him to do.

Hendra was trying to cover up his anger as best as he could.

Unfortunately, the way seemed futile.

His facial expressions were calm, but his behavior was out of control.

Aruna incredibly clung to the seat belt on her chest.

Hendra recklessly drove the car, getting faster.

The CEO of Wenceslas Group, who was used to being dominant, suddenly found himself losing to a student who was on leave from college.

If typically paralleled, it was clearly not a balanced opponent unless Surya's words were valid.

"Your rival, I think he has a strategy beyond our expectations. That man, ah... his works are quite interesting to listen to."

Suddenly Surya's words filled Hendra's brain.

'Strategies beyond expectations? What is it like?'

Somehow, Hendra was getting less calm toward it. Even though, personally, he didn't want to realise that Aruna had filled his heart.

***

The gates of the mansion automatically opened once Hendra's car was passing by.

It was as if the private passageway of the family Wenceslas.

Hendra did not slow down at all.

Once inside, a beautiful flower garden greeted them.

In the middle, there was a classic fountain, twisting like a dancing girl.

Hendra slid and circled the fountain. He then stopped at a large door carved Javanese.

The man came out, followed by the man dressed all in black, swiftly opening the door for Aruna.

'Is this Wenceslas's main house?' Aruna gaped a little.

She never thought it would be this grand in his simple mind.

A mansion wasn't even 1/4 of her imagination.

Just like the gate that was passed earlier, the carved door also opened by itself.

"Hi, come on." Hendra woke Aruna up, who was dumbfounded.

This girl was increasingly wide-eyed to see the inside of Wenceslas's house.

'That's why Hendra is a little different'

Aruna walked through the reception room, following Hendra's footsteps. She ended up in a room that felt warm.

This looked like a family room.

TV was the main focus of the room. While all around it was decorated with warm yellow dim lights.

Several photos of Hendra from childhood to adolescence, including when he wore a toga, was also there.

There were also classical and charming lined up books.

What was even more beautiful was that there were towering windows that lead to a garden between them.

The trees outside were perfectly captured from the window.

Aruna was interested in the mini chair attached to the window.

Just imagine if it rains, the owner of this house can enjoy the water splashing the trees' branches.

It would have been nice.

Hendra invited her to sit down.

Predictably, Aruna tried to sit by the window, which caught her attention.

"Hendra, grandpa asked you to meet him first." Hendra touched Aruna's shoulder as a sign of goodbye.

The man strolled as he approached his grandfather's workroom.

"Andos, do you know my grandfather's final decision?" Hendra tried to find a way to deal with his grandfather.

"If I had known, I would never have told you." His grandfather's secretary threw a flat answer.

"Why are you so loyal to him?!" Hendra was annoyed by Andros's answer.

"Because he paid me." Andos then approached the door and opened it slowly.

The old man sat there casually looking at the photo, then put it on the table.

"Come near, tell me who you want." The request of the elder of Wenceslas was welcomed by his grandson.

'What??' Hendra was jolted to get a straightforward question from Wiryo.

Two photos of women lined up there.

Aruna or Tania.