Arjuna's Wife (Limited Outreach)
CHAPTER 33a

Wife Arjuna 33a

Bewailing gemulai, the giant ball of world lanterns began to descend to the western horizon. The yellow leaf accompanies his return. Creating a stunning orange trail in space.

Anggi rubbed his eyes slowly. His whole body feels light when tired out of the body. His sleep was so good and when he saw the watch he rounded his eyes that were still not fully focused. It is fitting that his body feels fresh, apparently he fell asleep long enough until the afternoon before.

Stacking both elbows on the sofa, Anggi intends to get up. His movements came to a halt as his eyes caught an unusual sight near his feet. Juna fell asleep in a slightly tilted sitting position, while his arms hugged both legs of Anggi which was on his lap.

Inching slowly Anggi straightened the body. Not immediately get up and make a noisy movement. Her husband looked exhausted. How not, a pile of work with a busy schedule plus having to take care of the hospital and the return of his mother, it certainly takes time and energy Juna even though Pandu helped.

Her husband did incise a lot of wounds in her heart, only as bad as Juna, her husband never hit physically or played women outside. Always try as best as possible for the health and healing of his mother also meet his natural needs, in the form of abundant money and a magnificent house that actually looks more like a prison for him.

There is something that Anggi does not know in depth about the person of the man who married her. Basically Juna is a loyal type also loving despite being wrapped in assertiveness. However, because it is confined to past obsessions, the beauty of his good nature is as if buried, not so visible existence and only occasionally comes to the surface.

When looking down and looking at himself, Anggi only realized that his body was covered in Juna suits. He stared at the handsome face that fell asleep like an angel, but when the eyes opened, real intimidation always emanated from there.

“Why have you been so sweet lately to me? If it's just a false hope, you better not. My brain continues to cry to myself so that it does not waver easily. However, my heart sometimes betrays the contents of my head,” Anggi murmured hoarsely almost inaudible.

The sound waves from Anggi's lips though slowly, the frequency turned out to be able to wake Juna. The sleeping man began to squirm, rubbing his eyes and his gaze immediately rubbed with Anggi who was nailing straight at him. Anggi gasped, quickly threw away his face, feeling caught off guard observing the handsome face of her own husband.

“Emhh, when to wake up? Why didn't you wake me?” Juna asked as he spread his gaze beyond the giant glass that presented the beautiful painting of the orange sky.

Beyond a doubt. Instead of being angry, Juna chuckled. “Really? Maybe because I hugged this special roll, so I slept well even while sitting.” Juna pointed the index finger at the white calf level Anggi who was still in his lap.

Hurriedly Anggi pulled both his legs. His face warmed up a little. Feeling embarrassed because he had let his feet stay in Juna's lap because it was too comfortable. Anggi cleared his throat though not itchy to expel the clumsy atmosphere that is happening.

“Ehm, um. I-I want to go home. I'm hungry,” he said a little stuttering while gulping spit. Keep bending her face while occasionally patting her own cheeks.

Juna nodded and stood up. “Ready, do it, Mama Baby,” she replied in a sweet tone.

Anggi coughed a few times. Her own eyes were surprised. He almost jumped out. “A-what did Mas say?” fierce shouting.

“What is it?” Juna asked purposely.

Anggi let out a rough breath and re-attached a flat face. “We go home or not? If Mas is still a long time, I want to take a taxi!”

“Cannot. Wait ten minutes. I'd like to sort out some of the files I'm going to bring home.”

Juna immediately went to his desk, while Anggi stroked his chest repeatedly to bring order to his sudden heartbeat in there. Anggi hates the beat in his chest cavity that does not want to compromise. Undeniably, a warm dash of irritated blanketed trespassed dancing in the breast when Juna called him ‘Mama Baby’.

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