Arjuna's Wife (Limited Outreach)
CHAPTER 31a

Wife Arjuna 31a

The night grew late as Juna finished washing himself. An hour passed spent in the bathroom. Deliberately lingering with his body that feels uncomfortable, the impact of the mind and his heart that is diving into a foreign lake in the chest.

He saw Anggi had laid himself down, wrapped around the blanket to his back where he used to lie. Juna switched checking trays on the nightstand. The contents have been reduced by half, a sign that the reduced food has moved to the stomach of his wife who seems to have been in the deep.

Juna squatted near the side of the bed where Anggi lay. The flirting woman blushed her pillowed eyes next to the bent arm. Juna looked at him for a long time. Judging by carefully, this wife turned out to have her own charm. Exactly like the name of the abbreviation embedded, Anggita Jelita.

Dark brown mane wavy beautiful sepunggun. Milk-white skin. His nose is high, but not too much. Her lips are as red as a ripe pomegranate. Highlight his eyes shaded when opening, shaded by lashes fluttering when blinking.

Why Juna escaped and only realized now how beautiful the woman who was pregnant with her child. During this time only the beauty of Viona who bewitched the eyes was born also her inner self. Abai will be a beautiful gift no less beautiful that the Creator presented to him.

Everything that happens in this world always has an underlying reason. Just like Anggi and himself who are destined to bind the marriage promise even through the path of arranged marriage.

Juna forgets to study because he continues to blame the situation when Viona is not destined for him. Though it was clear the universe sent Anggi as solace full of blessings for him. Both have failed in love affairs should be able to better understand each other and comfort each other. Unfortunately, Juna neglected not to remember pulling over, continue to sink into a pit of love failures in the past.

His fingers moved stroking the side of Anggi's face. Feeling the smoothness and softness of his wife's cheeks when swiping the palm. His thumb gently swept his eyebrows as well as eyelashes then muttered softly. “Cantics.”

The focus is up when Anggi's phone rings. Juna quickly picked it up from the table near the sleeping light and immediately exited once the green button that appeared on the screen was shifted to the right.

“Halo.”

Apparently Ayu called. She told me that her mother-in-law could go home in two days. No need to be treated intensely in the hospital again and ask Anggi come tomorrow morning to help improve the house.

“Sorry, Anggi is not feeling well, Ms. Ayu. To improve, I will send you one of the ART here. And after mom comes home, there will be ART that comes periodically to the house to help improve. From now on Anggi should not be too tired.”

Ayu is happy not to be confused with Juna's decision. If there is a domestic assistant at home, he will be free from a restful job which he finds troublesome and does not conform to his standards. It can be as good as ruling and telling him to make it jumawa. Appreciating herself too highly as a queen, unconscious of the fact that she was nothing but an ash-upik.

The dark is getting closer. The sound of rustling fibers of sheets rubbing against blankets rang out loud in the silent night. Juna continued to flip his body to the right and to the left. Looking for a position to expect to immediately sink into sleep.

His chest was tired, but sleepiness never came when the time was past midnight. The effect of the restless heart combined stomach rumbling makes it difficult to reach deep.

Juna again lay on his side staring at the back of Anggi who was behind him. The curled back looked tantalizing as it waved at him asking to be hugged. It must feel good to be hanging around there. Clutching a warm back that fragrant swiping with his chest that is always able to make him easily sleepy when insomnia strikes.

Juna intended to shift closer, then stopped when he remembered the rejection for the rejection that Anggi had thrown at him since this morning. Sighing agitatedly, Juna chose to just look at that back. Nailing views on a figure who has not been so concerned about his role.

Again a similar cry last night was heard. It seems Anggi is back to having nightmares in his sleep. Roared while tightly hugging his own stomach.

Juna quickly dragged his body closer. Embracing and tightening Anggi's back to his chest.

“Let's relax, what's with your dream, hmm?” whispered Juna slowly into Anggi's ear. However, the owner never woke up, strongly bound in the subconscious. Juna Rubbed his wife's stomach until Anggi's tight hug on his own stomach loosened.

Slowly, Anggi calmed down. Her nightmare was getting away not only because of the soft silk strokes that were felt in her sleep, but also because of the gentle masculine murmur that soothed her subconscious.

There I am here. Sleep, Honey.

TB