Arjuna's Wife (Limited Outreach)
CHAPTER 59b

Wife Arjuna Chapter 59b

“I miss my old Maharan.” Barata said shrewdly. Drown the face in the curve of his wife's neck along with the circle of both arms that are getting stronger. 

His voice is sad. Barata saturates, craving the natural aroma of the woman in his next door that increasingly feels different, almost unknown to him anymore. It was as if another scent had slipped out of the hidden room deep in the depths of his wife's heart. 

Since long ago, Maharani did have a stubborn nature like Juna. His wife is also sometimes still stuck in the syndrome of the princess and increasingly reduced portions after they married. 

Behind all that, Maharani has a sweet side that has made Barata fall in love. Maharani likes little children. Often set aside the allowance given by his parents when he was a student to donate to orphanages, not even reluctant to help children victims of disasters when the campus participated.

Young maharani often tired of plunging themselves evacuating and comforting children who lost their parents. Participate in helping prepare consumption amid the limitations of the tool, even without the hassle of accompanying children to eat with a makeshift menu based on banana leaves or rice paper. Sitting on dirty tarps stained with soil everywhere. Once nurturing when mingling with a child and the syndrome of his daughter's master will disappear just like that when the Maharani interact surrounded by children

Maybe, for most people it is normal, impressed ordinary. But the Maharani's status as the only daughter of a wealthy business couple, in the eyes of Barata it is extraordinary. Make him amazed, grow the seeds of love and unexpectedly feel reciprocated.

Maharani did not look one eye at him who incidentally came from a simple family. Respect the sincere taste and also appreciate every achievement achieved Barata as one of the students with the highest GPA on campus at that time.

However, since two years ago precisely since many follow the therapy of the womb. Her sweet, spoiled and caring empress with the children slowly began to change.

Maharani little by little avoid interacting with the children he once loved. The syndrome of his daughter's master is striking, his stubbornness becomes, accompanied by often uncontrollable emotions. Also often jealous blind if Barata looks close or interacts with any woman, even though most Barata interact only for work purposes only, no more. 

It gets worse after Juna gets married when she finds her husband to be momentarily amazed at his sister-in-law at the wedding. Though only a fleeting admiration within reasonable limits, not brash. The peak is when Anggi is declared pregnant. All the families welcomed joy, even more so the grandmother. 

Everyone around her was constantly discussing her sister-in-law's pregnancy. He felt eliminated, more depressed, because the thing he really wanted now owned by a figure who had made him ignited jealous, therefore his emotions increasingly uncontrollable.

Barata loosens hugs. Sighing deeply and looking at his wife who put on a flat look with a frown. He touched the forehead of the Maharani who folded and rubbed it gently. 

“Switch your forehead. When this forehead relaxes, you look more beautiful,” said Barata softly, commenting on the bitter smile at the corner of her lips. 

“Today you are weird, Mas!” ketus Maharani who still returned his gaze with a flat highlight only. 

Barata shakes his palm. Gently stroking his cheeks then stroking his wife's short hair which used to be usually always a beautiful length unraveled. 

“I'm weird maybe because I miss my Empress. My wife, who was in a red jacket, was eating banana leaves as her plate. Sitting with children on tarps stained with soil everywhere.” Barata's voice choked. Looking at his wife who is now almost unknown to him.

Maharani looked away while squeezing the end of the dress she was wearing. A gulp was seen from his neck that was moving restlessly. Barata touched the chin of the woman who was still in the arms next to his arms. Spell with a gentle look, not judgmental.

Barata wanted his wife to voluntarily uncover the veil that made her once-vanishing Empress in the bowels of the Earth, but if forced to do so would be nil, to no avail. 

Barata kissed Maharani's forehead which was still wrinkled. This time, his wife slowly relaxed her entire body which had stiffened with anticipation. Seizured as Barata turned down and kissed her lips. 

Usually the Maharani will refuse the dimesrai at any time. Always scheduled according to the schedule he made in an effort to want offspring. It's not like taking medicine. No more moments of loving love. There are only fused activities for the sake of pursuing conception.

Feeling his wife open up which is a very rare thing in the last two years, Barata did not miss the opportunity, holding Maharani up to the contest. Wanting to melt down and shower love, not considered as a mere seed-pumper. Wishing with tenderness in loving unity, to be able to open the gates to be able to speak from heart to heart.

Seriate.