Beginning of Forced Marriage
BDP. The Part 58

Nayna uncovers the blanket wrapped in her body, she wakes up from her sleep very carefully, the greater the age of her womb, the more limited her space of movement, too, because it caused him to be unable to move freely anymore.

Every movement he will make must be carefully and must be taken into account, because if it is wrong, then it will definitely have an effect on the content.

The reason for waking up in such nights is because of the thirst that comes to him, to make him have to force himself to wake up from his beautiful dream.

Bumil also opened the door of his room, but his movement that will go to the kitchen must be stopped because he saw the television that is still on, not when he saw the clock on his phone just now it was two.

"Om Arkan hasn't rested into his room yet" he muttered as he walked towards the sofa.

She saw her husband asleep with his head on the desk.His laptop still lit up a sign if the man accidentally overslept, there while working on his job.

"Wake up no yes, if I wake up he looks like a soy sauce, but if it's not built kasian, sleep like that must be uncomfortable, where cold again," murmured Nayna weighing.

Whether he should wake up Arkan who was sleeping in a sitting position on the carpet like that, or let him look like that, seeing him look good like that, made him not have the heart to bother him.

"I'll get you a blanket first," he muttered and then stepped back away from the sofa.

He walked towards the man's room and took a neatly folded blanket on his bed, then took it to the sofa, then put it on Arkan, so that the man would not get cold.

After enveloping Arkan, Nayna immediately continued his initial intention, which was to take a drink to refresh his dry throat.

After feeling his throat was relieved, he came out of the kitchen, not directly to his room, but he walked back to the place where, Arkan was asleep.

He sat himself beside Arkan, watching the calm face with a look of fatigue that seemed to be a short distance away, watching every curve of the face that always looked calm.

"What dream did I have before, until I could meet Om? I really have no regrets about loving you, even though I'm not sure if I could be the one to stand by that near-perfect side of you."

Nayna muttered as she continued to stare at Arkan, she kept her head, on top of the pile of hands that she had deliberately kept on the table.

While seriously watching Arkan's face, the voice of Arkan's cell phone, located next to the laptop that was still on, made him straighten his body and intended to take the phone.

He didn't want Arkan to get annoyed by the voice from the phone, so he intended to answer the phone call, but when his hand almost reached the phone.

His hand was suddenly grasped by the owner of the phone, slowly he began to turn to look at Arkan who had opened his eyes and was putting on a sweet smile.

"Sorry Om, not to be presumptuous, but I want to pick up the phone, so that Om does not feel disturbed," explained Nayna because she did not want Arkan to assume that she was too involved in his personal affairs.

"You are not careless, what is mine is yours too, you may, if you want to check my phone," Arkan said as he began picking up his phone.

While Nayna was silent, hearing what Arkan had just said was a simple word like that, but was able to make it feel flowery.

"So I fell asleep, what's wrong?" tanyan Arkan went straight to the point with the caller.

[I just want to give you some extra, try to check again, do you agree or not if we add that to the discussion at the meeting tomorrow]

"All right, I'll check" said Arkan, who immediately turned off the phone.

"Who's Om?" nayna asked as Arkan kept his phone where it was.

"Ivan," said Arkan, smiling and kissing the back of Nayna's hand that was still in his grasp.

"Om, can not continue his work tomorrow so, it's early in the morning Om," said Nayna who was worried, because saw Arkan often late to sleep.

He did not know, if Arkan always sleeps at night, because even though he used to work at a restaurant, but when he came home from the restaurant he would do his job until late at night.

It's just that, usually he will do his work in the room, so Nayna assumes that Arkan is in his room to immediately rest after going home from work.

"I'll just have to check the email that Ivan sent me, it won't be long. You'd better go back to the room and rest" Arkan said.

"But Om must be tired of working from day, not night time to rest" said Nayna.

"I'm not sleepy yet, what if I just nemenin Om here."

"But, lack of rest is not good for the health of you and your child" Arkan said.

"I want to nemenin Om," said Nayna put on her face.

Now that she knew her husband's weakness, the man would not be able to resist whatever he said, if he had already put on such a face. And sure enough, the grown man sighed then nodded his head.

Blame him the least resistant, when his loved one put on a withering face, then his heart would instantly melt, with just such a look.

"Well, you can accompany me here, but on one condition." Arkan smiled at him.

Nayna looked at him in wonder, then asked, "What condition is Om?"

"From now on you have to change your calls, don't use the Om frills anymore" Arkan said.

"Keep I call Om what dong?" asked Nayna looking at him innocently.

For whatever sake, Arkan always felt anxious, whenever his wife was putting on such a plain face, to the point that it felt like she was crashing on that bump right now, but she had to put extra restraint on herself.

"From now on you have to call me, baby," Arkan said, making Nayna look on in disbelief, if she's going to ask that.

"Eummm what it must be Om, I don't think I can deh," said Nayna who hesitated.

"Dear, you haven't tried yet said you can't."

Nayna's eyes widened in disbelief, hearing what Arkan had just said, Ralat. The new call that her husband made for her.

"Sa–sayang," great-grandson Nayna nervously.

"It can, it means agree yes, from now on our call changes," Arkan said with a sense of pleasure that he could not hide.

The behavior of the adult man was not like Abg who had just known love, he even spoke like that while putting on his smile, Nayna who was not used to the smile of the man.

"Why O– uh I mean, why change your nickname?" asked Nayan in surprise.

Instead of replying, the man instead patted the spot beside him, hinting for him to sit next to her to let Nayna get closer.

Nayna said she got closer to ArkanArkan, although at first leaving a distance between them, but her husband pulled her closer, the man put a blanket on her body.

"Are you covering me?" ask Arkan.

"Yes" said Nayna, nodding her head.

"Thank you" Arkan said as he landed a light kiss on Nayna's forehead.

For the time being he had indeed only dared to do up to that stage, to show if the woman beside him was really special to him, he had not dared more out of fear of absurdity.

"But, O– I mean Honey, do we have to be like this?" asked Nayna who was still feeling awkward, when she was too close to Arkan.

"I don't want you to catch a cold because of me" Arkan said.

Nayna finally could only resign, she tried to calm her heart that felt rustling, with her position. Until a fairly tight kick from his stomach makes him grimace.

"Why?" ask Arkan who was busy looking at his laptop, turning to him when he heard the ringing.

"He's a very strong kicker" said Nayna, rubbing her stomach.

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