
Wife Arjuna Bonchap 2
Anggi pecked himself in front of the mirror. Apply a bright red lipstick as the finishing touch of her makeup. Anggi collected her beautiful hair on the left. Arrange it by using a swarovski hair clip near the ear so that the long hair is neatly arranged.
Rotating the body, Anggi ensures the red night dress solely long-sleeved legs that it wears wrap perfectly. To protect from the cold, camel-colored fur scarves are used to coat the outside. Makes it so beautiful to shine.
Two hours ago, Juna, who was still outside the hotel in charge of Royal Textile's cooperation with a local company, told his wife to dress up beautifully, to invite him to dinner at the hotel restaurant. Because since arriving three days ago, they have not realized a romantic dinner while watching the snow fall as Anggi wants before they leave for Japan.
Checking his phone, Anggi reads Juna's message asking him to go down in twenty minutes, because Juna is still on his way. While waiting, Anggi who was ready chose to sit on the sofa and turn on the phone. He contacted Marina via video call. Misses wanting to see her handsome toddler whose cute bulging cheeks.
"Brongha ...."
Anggi's expression was anxious as the cute adorable figure of Juna mini filled the screen.
"Mammaaaa," said the cute boy, kissing his grandmother's phone wet when he saw his mother appear on the screen.
"Ughh, unfortunately Mama. Mama misses."
"Pappaaah," he chanted again. "chees, chastise."
"Yes, Papa's a smart kid."
"Mammahh, Ama mimi soso," her great-granddaughter is upbeat with toddler language. Brama showed her the bottle she was holding, then stuffed the pacifier into her mouth and bit her into a fit of anxiety.
Anggi has a longing chat with his lucky son not fussy when left far away in a period long enough for the first time. Also exchanged words with Marina who had deliberately come to Jakarta, wanted to directly take care of Brama, did not want her first granddaughter to only be cared for by a nanny when her son and daughter-in-law went abroad.
Not twenty minutes have passed. Anggi ended the video call though reluctantly. Get out of the room and get off using the elevator to the restaurant located on the lower floor of the hotel.
Anggi. Looking for her husband. However, around him Anggi did not find the handsome man who always made her pounding beautifully every day. There is only a table that has been decorated differently, arranged more beautifully with a tart on it that reads happy anniversary in the middle.
Anggi asked the passing waiter, making sure the table Juna mentioned was indeed this different table and the answer remained the same. This is the table that Juna ordered.
A form of hand closes the soft Anggi eyes from behind along with a masculine scent that ambushes the nose. Anggi's smile rose because he was very familiar with the aroma that filled his smell, the scent of the manly husband he loved so much.
"Mas, what are you going to play? I know it's you" said Anggi cheerfully.
"Happy anniversary, My wife. I love you," whispered Juna followed by a friendly kiss on Anggi's cheek while opening his arms in Anggi's eyes. His right arm hugged Anggi from behind until it docked to his chest, then his left hand showed a bouquet of fresh and fragrant roses.
Anggi's smile widened. Receives a rose from Juna and hugs her. He looked over, his gaze full of gratitude as well as the love that was bursting. He just remembered that today is exactly four years of his marriage with Juna. Disbelief is still often over, never thought the marriage could be at this point.
"Happy anniversary too, my husband," Anggi added. "I'm sorry, I forgot about this important day."
"What's wrong. If you forget, I will remember. Are husband and wife not together to complement each other? As you told me." Juna put his chin on Anggi's shoulder.
"I love you too, Mom. May we always be together in love until we grow old and close our eyes together."
Dinner was romantic and shahdu. Accompanied by a soft violin. Feed each other full of love that is increasingly firmly rooted in the heart. Witnessed snowflakes dancing down like melodies.
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