Berlianku My wife
152. Answered.

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Tbc Mr. Aryo's House.

"Haghs. Haghs" Alya cried while biting the palm of her hand so as not to make a sound.

Alya sat hugging her feet on the shiny bathroom floor. Ardi's bathroom is clean and well maintained, but Alya does not wear a single shirt. Alya shouldn't have locked herself in the bathroom.

Alya was caught up in her own emotions. Although in front of Intan Alya can stand upright, but Alya is still Alya. Women with all their shortcomings.

After Alya trusted Ardi, loved with all her heart, suddenly came by the woman telling her affection. Even though it's still Alya not easy to accept it.

"Why love you so painful?" Lirih Alya in her tears.

"I know it's your mass. But have you really forgotten it? While Mba Intan is very confident you will return to her. The caretaker is also very enthusiastic about telling you guys"

"What way do I love you too stupid? Is my love too fast? Should I find out who you are?"

"I want to leave but can't, you're the one who tied me up to stay here?

"I have to how? How can I throw away my body? How can I accept your mass?"

Alya struggled with her own thoughts. Making unfounded narratives, cooped up by his jealousy.

Intan successfully affects Alya, though without her knowledge.

Ardi is still confused about what happened to his wife. Being left in the middle of his adventurer was very annoying. More than that Ardi is very worried what is really happening.

Feeling hurt, Ardi gives opportunity and space for Alya. Ardi returned to the room still with his innocent body. Ardi ruffled his hair in frustration.

Ardi checked his expensive bed sheet carefully, then picked up the clothes of him and his wife. Are there any blood spots? Is Alya in danger?

Everything's fine. Alya's pants are clean, her bedspread is clean too. What's wrong with his wife, why she refused and encouraged him when Alya took the initiative first.

Ardi ordered his juniors to give in and go back to sleep. Ardi grabbed a towel covering his body. Ardi knocked on the bathroom door gently. Trying to compromise using his heart.

"Darling, please open the door. I'm sorry if I was wrong. Come outside! Speak up, what's up?"

Alya was still inside regulating her emotions. Ardi sighed patiently. Getting married does make Ardi a lot of relents, muffling and holding back his emotions or desires.

"Darling, I don't want you to get sick, you don't wear clothes so, you get cold. Please open the door, tell me. What's up?" said Ardi quietly and gently.

Ardi knew even though there was no answer Alya heard it.

"Darling.." call Ardi again.

***

Inside the bathroom Alya was still holding back her crying voice. Looking for the word gathering up hope. Alya should not be stupid because of her baseless taste.

He is no longer young. But love is not as easy as he memorizes the anatomy of the human body.

Even Alya never thought, a word called love overpowers his logic.

Alya should know. Intan is only masalalu. True or not he said. The most important thing is now. Ardi's love for Alya, that should be enough. But it still hurts.

Love does not make people forgive. Why didn't Alya make peace with her husband. That is if everything Intan says is true.

Who is Intan, why should Alya believe it? Shouldn't Alya have heard the word Ardi.

Marriage is Alya's choice. Surrendering himself completely is also not just limited to fulfilling obligations. Alya loves her husband too. Alya should fight with adults.

Alya sighed, after her brain was normal again.

****

"Darling" call Ardi again.

"If you don't go out, break down the door. C'mon out? You're the one who said if there's any story, please don't be rich little boy dear" this time Ardi was a little threatening.

"Square"

Alya turned the doorknob and opened it. Still with plain body and unraveled hair. Alya looked down and wiped her tears.

Ardi smiled with relief. Alya finally came out. I don't know what spirit his wife suddenly cried so.

"wear this. Later you will be cold, do not tease mas anymore, if you do not want to" said Ardi dressed bathrobe to his wife.

Alya followed him, inserting both of his arms. Then Ardi helped tie the bathrobe rope gently to cover Alya's body.

Alya was silent. Gather energy, and cast the shadow of Intan. Ardi now his love, Ardi his, Alya does not want to repeat his mistakes. Alya had to ask Ardi and reveal everything.

Gently and worriedly Ardi asked Alya to sit down. The two of them sat on the edge of the bed facing each other. Ardi looked gently at his wife.

"Same story, what's wrong?" ask Ardi again.

"Answer question Lian, be honest!" alya said in a sharp tone while moving her tongue harboring all prejudices.

"Dad, what?" Ardi nodded his head giving assurance and certainty would answer honestly.

"Am Mas in love with Lian" asked Alya in a soft tone.

"Astaghfirulloh! Hrrghh" Ardi was laughing gemash scratching his temple.

"How many times did Yang, you ask that to the mas? It's not just love for you. Love you so much, when you don't know?" replied Ardi felt funny his wife asked so.

"Did you also say that to Mba Intan?" ask Alya sissily.

"Kok Intan anyway? Yes not" replied Ardi was surprised there was a wind what Alya stray mention his former name.

"Lied!" alya replied accusing Ardi and was consumed by Intan's words the other day.

"Kok lied? But really, love him just as much as you. Not Intan"

"But would you like to be engaged to him? It's a bit of a smile, right?" alya asked while the manyun felt Ardi was just bragging.

"Yes how? She's gorgeous. Papa Mama likes it, yes I accept it, where is the fault?" answer plain Ardi

"That right?" Alya pouted back and felt annoyed. Ardi could have answered Alya's question lightly which made him sick.

"But it's not the mas who likes it first, baby, me and him betrothed. Different from you"

"We are not fooled, what is the difference with me?"

"No. I had a crush on you from the beginning"

"Why could that be? We just got to know"

"Well, don't you know why, when you don't know your crush? Did you start early in the morning, ask you for breakfast?"

"Ehm, so that shirt?" alya asked annoyed considering their pede kate period.

"Yes think for yourself! Let alone one shirt, actually mas make swalaynya as well as mas can" replied Ardi lightly and mocked his wife.

"Basic! Do you like Lian's cooking?" ask Lian again.

"Like it"

"whatever?"

"Dad!"

"Tell?"

"But baby! Astarghfirulloh. What the hell are you?"

"If you like Lian's cooking, why can't Lian cook anymore? Didn't you like the cuisine at the D Stiv cafe that sells steaks? Is that my favorite place?" alya said again still upset, Intan's words about lunch still remembered clearly in Alya's ears.

"Oh that? How do you know that anyway? You know from who?" ardi asked while scratching his hair but still remained calm and relaxed.

"Jawab first!" alya ketus.

"Ck. Excuses"

"You're so weird interviewing this way. Are you crying because of this? Until you take responsibility again. You're a sin you know that's it"

"Ehm!" Alya cleared her head to remember the events earlier. Alya is indeed evil to leave Ardi in his tense moments.

"Don't be rich, baby. When our child is born, do we have to take care of two babies? Mas dizzy if you keep gini" said Ardi seriously felt his wife likes to act childish.

"Ohhh. What is Lian? Mas complains because Lian" replied Lian did not accept the child.

"nothing. Come adult. You don't have to ask the unimportant rich gini, for what?"

"But this is important to Lian"

"Yes but what is the reason? As far as Stiv's cafe is concerned, do you know where you're from? What are you talking to Mira? Heh?"

"Don't you really love Mba Intan?"

"Right baby, yeah canoe. I want to eat you again!"

"But he's the same old fiancee"

"Haissch. Answer first. Why are you talking about Intan? You why? Intan nemuin you?"

"What mas used to kabulin all Mba Intan desires? Why am I doing anything?" alya asked again not to answer Ardi's question.

"That adds more nights. Yes, not dear. In fact, Intan asked for her wedding, her wedding is you! It is not forbidding you. I want the best for you. I don't want to lose you!" answered Ardi.

Alya swallowed her saliva. Ardi's answer made Alya a little flowering and misbehaving. But Alya's emotions have not been satisfied and still bear prejudice.

"Did you ever sleep with Mba Intan?" alya was straight to the point.

"Sleeping together what does that mean?"

"Yes that? The rich we sell?" alya replied shyly.

"Oh. No, baby, not married!"

"Lied!"

"What else is lying? Mas nglakuin it is just the same you are Mas's wife. Believe me!"

"Lied!"

"Astagah, are you accusing me of adultery? You are a sin! There is no proof! Nududu own husband so"

"The fly over Mas's right hip, who has seen it?"

"That fly? Whereabouts? I don't even know!"

"That's really not knowing. But someone else knows. Hix hyx"

"Why cry again. You are very strange why suddenly discuss Intan, discuss all moles. Try to show me which one"

"This is it" replied Alya wrapped her hand and touched Ardi's mole.

"Oh that" replied Ardi casually trying to see the back of his body.

"Well, it's a swimming pool. Mas disgrace kebuka dear, yes mas do not know who is watching. If the mas itself is difficult to see" answered Ardi casually felt it was not a big thing.

"Did you like to swim with Mba Intan?" alya asked still suspicious.

"Intan again, Intan again. Dizziness mas long. Yuk is sleeping. Do you want to continue that one?"

"Jawab first"

"You know why the cry keeps wondering Intan like this? Mira said what to you? Heh?"

"Who are you having sex with besides Lian?"

"Astaghfirulloh, it's been answered, baby. They only relate to you. Mas hole only has you, the halal partner mas"

"Never be the same as Mba Intan?"

"Haduuh how the proof, ask the same Jun. He's a virgin when he meets you!"

"But he said Mba Intan likes to stay here"

"Yes nginep in the guest room dear, mas also like to go maen with Gery same Farid"

"And if in the stories of novels, rich people like it so" said Alya again still not satisfied to find her husband.

"Yes in the novel. Husband no. My loyal darling. I'm also afraid of sin, I'm afraid it's not like that"

"Ehm" Alya cleared a bit of relief. Then take his breath.

It was like running out of a marathon and then being given young coconut ice. Alya was very happy. Then Alya smiled, just be careful if you meet Intan again.

Seeing Alya's expression, Ardi was relieved. Ardi raised his eyebrows to give the code to his wife, is it enough to ask?

Then Ardi laid down his tired body. Still wrapped in a towel, about to take a bath, because delayed so lazy.

"Udah yes, sleep yuk!" take Ardi gently.

"Lian, want to know all the stories about Mba Intan ranging from mas sohan to parting and the reason Mas mutusin him" continued Lian again apparently still not completely upset and the instructor.

"Hadeh. It continues again! Ck" grumbled Ardi massaging his forehead and clucking in wonder. Why is his wife so chatty.

"Come on my wife, come hug the mas first!" ardi reached out and told Alya to lie down next to him.

Because some of the questions have been answered to relieve Alya is calm. She followed her husband lying down.

Ardi tilted his body looking at Alya who was speechless with her innocent expression waiting for Ardi's story about her mass.

"You wonder about him in this detail, to the cry. It doesn't matter, darling! What are you hearing? Who is speaking. By what?" ask Ardi slowly.

Alya just kept quiet not to complain.

"Well, if you don't answer. I've told you before. You be careful when you see him"

"You know again!" said Alya again continue to search Ardi to the roots.

"This is not necessarily the same with rich people he. Don't believe his words. I was once framed"

"stuck?"

"He wants her married. He got drunk and it was as if he was sleeping with her. Fortunately, I went with my friends. So many witnesses"

"really?"

"Believe the same. That was yours. He also has you" said Ardi looking at the part of his body under the stomach that began to protrude again.

"Ish" Alya hissed and pinched Ardi's stomach.

"Lanjutin that was yeah. Are you cured of the crying?"

"Replace what?"

"That stopped in the middle of the road. What's the same thing?"

"Hmmm!"

"You don't have to talk about Intan anymore!"

"Hemm"

"You're well, continue!"