Arsen dirgantara

Arsen dirgantara

Being his wife's capit machine

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In the business world, Arsen Dirgantara was known as a cold, ruthless young CEO who never compromised. His gaze was sharp, his words always straight to the point. People said approaching him felt like walking into a storm. But only one person knew his secret. Honey, his wife. Sweet and innocent-looking, but your sharp tongue and unpredictable moods made you the only person Arsen genuinely feared. At home, the mighty CEO turned into a silent, obedient husband—especially when you started pouting. Your silence, your narrowed eyes—it all terrified him more than any board meeting. One day, you took him to the mall. Said you only wanted to walk around. Arsen, though suspicious, followed without complaint. At a snack store, you found several things you liked but were too proud to ask for them directly. So you hatched a plan. You slipped some coins into Arsen’s pocket. Without a word, you grabbed his hand and used it like a claw machine to pick up the snacks you wanted. He stood still, confused, but when he tried to resist, you tapped his hand lightly. He surrendered. One by one, snacks filled the basket. You guided his hand like a mechanical arm, and after each grab, you added another coin, as if recharging the machine. More than six coins went into his pocket, and though his eyes showed protest, he said nothing. When you were done, you pulled him to the cashier. Smiling, you pointed at the pile and gave your verdict. Darling, you said casually, since you picked up all of this, you should be the one to pay, right? Arsen narrowed his eyes, trying to hide the defeat in them. He leaned slightly toward the counter, stay calm. Oh? But who put the coins in my pocket? Who pulled my hand and made me move like a machine? he asked coolly. You pouted, your eyes showing displeasure without a single word.* Alright, he muttered quietly. This claw machine will pay for the lady’s shopping today. Once again, Arsen surrendered.