Stealing The Wife's First Kiss

On Wednesday, July 17th.

'Oh my god, what is this?

It was still a hot afternoon, and someone was standing under an old banyan tree right in front of the Tri Pusaka University Design department's lobby.

Aruna allowed the cross-blooded husband to come in a casual style so as not to attract attention.

Some of the girls and their friends stopped around the lobby or were just curious to glance at the tall, sturdy man with different charms.

"Aruna, did you see it too?" Dea, a classmate, talked about Aruna's future husband, who was one floor below them.

This full glass second-floor building was the most pleasant place to enjoy the garden view owned by the Design department.

"I feel like I just want to disappear." Aruna ramblingly replied.

"Huh?! What?! Wait, wait, you looked at him and said you wanted to disappear?" Dea's neuronal puzzles began to move to conclude.

"Don't tell me it's your fiancé?" Dea Larasati was one of Aruna's best friends among the many friends she was close to.

Dea had her own place because she was active in social activities together and helped Aruna' start-up.

Aruna casually told Dea several times about her worries. This girl seemed ignorant and straightforward on the outside but really respected her friend's principles and privacy. For this reason, it was easiest for Aruna to tell stories and exchange ideas with her.

Aruna replied with a small nod slowly like a little girl who was lazy to eat but had to open her mouth.

"You'd better immediately meet him. If not... more people will be curious." Dea gave an idea.

"Good." Aruna's resigned expression accompanied her reluctant steps.

Aruna's steps got faster, but slowly stopped for a moment. She decided to contact Hendra via phone instead of saying hello.

It turned out that the Department Lobby was full of students passing by, and some greeted Hendra with small talk.

'Casual Style what!? He attracts even more attention.'

He wore army brown jeans, a plain white t-shirt combined with a bomber jacket and a round hat and glasses, standing tall and sturdy with perfect posture and clear golden skin, plus a firm chin line gave off an extra aura.

'Without even seeing his face, people know he is handsome. The hat?!?".. Oh my god... The shoes... How can he use the Guc*i brand on campus?'

Aruna was getting annoyed. She immediately pressed the button on the phone.

"I see you. Soon I will walk in front of you, we don't need to greet each other, just follow my steps." Aruna snapped.

"Who are you telling me??!!" Hendra replied.

"Stop talking to those girls they're just lip service, but if you like it just go ahead." Aruna chimed in.

"They just asked me if anyone could help. You know I'm like a bully here, you took so long and one more...." Hendra had not had time to finish what he said. A loud voice was heard.

"Wow, your girl seemed angry.. Blah blah." Aruna heard several words from the girls on her phone. Then they slowly left to be greeted by Hendra's sweet smile.

Aruna closed her phone then walked towards Hendra. Without saying anything, Aruna really walked alone. Hendra was forced to follow her behind.

A moment later, Hendra's phone rang.

"Only five steps difference why you make a phone call?"

'How weird this girl is!' Hendra didn't understand the girl's wish.

"I don't want to go hand in hand! Slow your steps." Said Aruna.

Hendra felt cheated. He decided to ignore the sound on his phone, swiftly moved to grab Aruna's hand.

"How dare you make me angry?" Hendra's blue eyes sharply stared while gripping Aruna's hand.

The young master who always led the steps, was asked to walk behind to obey the girl's wish he had only met twice.

"Whaaa Let me go! It hurts you know..." Aruna reflexively pulled her hand but didn't move one bit.

"Please, this is my college and I don't want my youth to be ruined because of this ridiculous contract marriage." Aruna exclaimed.

Hendra slowly let her go, realising who he was facing. Yes, a strange, innocent girl with an abstract personality.

"Where is your car? We'll talk in the car only." Aruna asked.

"In the parking lot." Hendra reluctantly replied. She then continued her steps.

"Wait a minute. This time I'm in front, I don't like to follow other people, not to mention you." Hendra continued, emphasising.

"Oh, it's very important. Who is walking behind whom?" Aruna mocked him.

Hendra ignored her.

***

Surya smiled, welcoming Aruna when she entered his master's car. Aruna let out a long sigh. It seemed that Hendra didn't realise that he annoyed Aruna.

"Why are you standing in front of the lobby in my departement? I have told you several times. You can pick up on the condition that you wear casual clothes so that you don't stand out and you should not get out of your car unless you have to." Aruna protested.

"Look at me, I've followed your wishes, I've used clothes according to your taste. I got out of the car because I had to too." Hendra calmly replied this time.

"Forced??" Aruna wasn't sure.

"Yes... You took so long. I waited in the car for almost 2 hours." Hendra answered.

"Why don't you call me?" Aruna replied.

"It is not appropriate for someone in the class to get a call. It would be annoying. But I wonder why you took so long. I am more suspicious of whether you are really in class or deliberately ignore me."

Hendra's explanation was more correct. To be precise, Aruna was reluctant to meet him, remembering the last time she met this guy was annoying. So she tried to buy time.

"Do you have a boyfriend on campus? Surely you don't want your boyfriend to see me right?" Hendra added.

"Nope ... No ... that's not it, I don't have a boyfriend. It's just that I don't like my friends talking about it. They'll be very noisy if they find someone picking me up. Plus why are you wearing that sky brand only to go to campus? That's tacky you know?"

"Sky brand?? What is it??" Hendra didn't have that vocabulary in his mind. His assistant Surya, as usual, gave a spontaneous explanation.

"The clothes and objects you use are too above average." Surya explained.

However, Hendra's expression still didn't get it.

"More precisely your style is out of place." Surya changed the words.

"WHAT...?! What does that mean?? Isn't this casual style?" Confusion hit Wenceslas's grandson.