Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

Felt very annoyed with that decision. Aretta certainly thought that Harry's family shouldn't be so mean!

Only because she had hurt him once and betrayed him once. They just cut off her livelihoods in several cities?

Until Aretta clenched her fist tightly holding back the whisper of words that had haunted her all this time. The title of a woman who had dared to fight against the power of the Theodore family to dare to behave insolently and against them had spread everywhere at the beginning of her first year in other cities.

"I really want to come back to say sorry to you. Whether you want to forgive me or not. I sincerely say this from the bottom of my heart, "Aretta explained again.

Harry was silent.

Didn't want to care and didn't want to care. Harry finally said.

"If you seriously want to apologize to me. Now, leave this town back! If necessary go as far as you can. I never feel good, every time I see you. Don't you realize that?" spat out Harry, assuming his gaze didn't enough to the words that were about to come out.

"I definitely can't do that," Aretta replied fiercely.

Harry looked at her coldly, "Why?"

"Because I need this job," Aretta replied.

"But you can find work elsewhere. Out there a lot of work waiting for you," Aretta smile wryly slowly.

"The reality is not what you think. Do you know how much trouble I struggled to get a job in my early years outside of town?" said Aretta with frustration.

"I have a hard time adapting and people judge me as nonsense. You certainly can't imagine how I felt at that time. I also suffered," exclaimed Aretta emphasizing her predicament as well.

Harry laughed derisively.

"Then what about me? Do you think I'll be fine after what you did to me?" asked Harry in a voice that was very annoyed that this conversation had made him angry.

"I know. Because of that, I came to apologize," exclaimed Aretta asking for understanding from people who didn't want to understand her.

"You don't know anything!" hissed Harry sharply which was more like a mumble.

"You should be aware of what you were doing and saying at that time!" yelled Harry.

"Harry! Please, don't talk about the past anymore," shouted Aretta without realizing it.

"This is what always amazes me," exclaimed Harry, grinning. "You said you didn't want to bring up the past. But you came to me regarding our business in the past. Isn't that funny?" said Harry with a cornering question.

Harry began to reminisce about what happened in their past.

Where the feeling of hurt at that time was still there. Leaving a trail and also a big enough hole in his heart. Harry still clearly remembered how it happened.

***

It was raining that day.

Harry tried to find the woman anywhere.

They had already made an appointment to meet beforehand. But he canceled it because he had to go out of town to take care of an urgent job there. Harry, who at that time had started helping his grandmother take care of some work outside the city when he was still in college, did not know that that night would be his last night with Aretta.

Got a suspicious message from someone he didn't know.

Harry finally found out that Aretta was spending the night at a hotel with another man.

The angered of Harry immediately rose to the very top level. Harry immediately took a taxi to the hotel mentioned in the message.

Until deliberately making a big fuss at the hotel.

Harry shouted angrily at a receptionist who stood guard at the front to find a room that had been booked by a woman named Aretta Pamella.

"Aretta Pamella. Where is the woman staying?" asked Harry, who was confused between thinking that the message was a hoax or just a fake message.

The receptionist answered.

"Sorry. We don't share guest personal information with other visitors," replied the receptionist while maintaining the existing rules in the hotel. The receptionist even dared to add.

"If it is true that the woman that you're looking for is someone you know. You should just ask the woman to come down to meet you," said the receptionist, chose a safe solution for him.

"We still cannot provide any personal information to other visitors. You are asked to understand," the receptionist was still on her decision.

Harry became furious.

This was the first time he had ever met a receptionist who was so annoying and stubborn.

Harry certainly didn't lose his head forward to the receptionist. He repeated his words again.

"I already told you that I came to look for that person! So tell me now where the woman named Aretta Pamella is overnighting! I just need the room number!" said Harry giving orders and holding back any goiter he had kept.

Harry had no idea what his woman had been doing in there. But the receptionist still wanted to test his patience?

A woman with shoulder-length hair came up to her receptionist friend and asked what happened.

The first receptionist immediately complained.

"This master forced me to show him Miss Aretta Pamella's room number. I already said that it couldn't be due to the strict rules of our hotel. But he has still insisted on wanting to know," said the receptionist, a little confused and awry.

She as the party in the middle, seemed difficult to make a choice. One, between her status as the only workers who have to follow the rules in the place where she worked. And the other, pressed because the man in front of her looked serious and had very important business.

The receptionist's friend finally understood.

Took the job expertly. Julia immediately checked the visitor data.

"Miss Aretta Pamella just checked in about an hour and a half ago. Do you need anything from him?" Julia tried to be polite and professional.

Harry got irritated even more and couldn't be patient.

***