I Love You, Mr. Arkan!
Not Just Husbands, But Priests

Anjani literally drowned herself in the blanket, apparently challenging the adult was creepy as well. Just imagine if Arkan kissed him, Anjani fleas could die.

His heart was still racing very fast until finally Arkan went to bed, making Anjani ketar-ketir made even though Arkan said that he would not do anything but still he did not want a bed with Arkan. "Sir!!"

"Mas!" Arkan Sweat.

"Sir!!"

"Call me Mas, Anjani!" And remember Arkan again.

"Well whatever it is, when we sleep one rich bed gini?" Ask Anjani while changing her position to sit down.

"Why, we're legitimate. Want while doing outside the limits is okay," replied Arkan casually.

Anjani clucked, it would be difficult indeed if talking to Arkan. If Arkan does not understand, let him just move to sleep on the sofa, because it is a bit uncomfortable to share a bed with a man like this.

But when Anjani was about to take a pillow and get out of there, Arkan suddenly pulled his arm and brought Anjani into his arms, without feeling guilty Arkan pulled the blanket and closed his eyes.

"Sir, let me go!" Anjani tried to escape but Arkan tightened his embrace, even now much bolder by kissing Anjani's forehead long enough, making Anjani's heart beat fast, no, not because of falling in love, but it is surprising to be treated this way. This is the first time for Anjani.

"You better close your eyes, then fall asleep. Because rather than continue to think it is better you live this marriage well," said Arkan slowly.

Anjani held her breath, she could not breathe for long like this. Long enough he tried Anjani trying to escape from Arkan but only ended in vain. There he was getting tired, Anjani who had been sleepy since the beginning finally fell asleep too.

Arkan chuckles to see Anjani who is now asleep, Arkan is not asleep, he will wait for Anjani to fall asleep and he can sleep. Maybe for now only Arkan is happy because of this marriage, but Arkan promised that he would make Anjani happy all his life.

Maybe Anjani forgot him, even though the meeting 12 years ago was imprinted in Arkan's heart until this moment. Where a 5-year-old boy came up to him gave him the chocolate he had. A curly-haired little girl hung up with wry eyes and kissed her cheeks as she cried for getting low marks.

Yes it was the initial meeting of Clarissa and little Gio. Until finally Arkan always tailed the little girl wherever he went with his bodyguards without Anjani knowing. Until finally when the girl grew up she found out that her cousin Bagas made her Anjani.

2 More years Arkan stopped admiring Anjani secretly and in the end they met again because of this matchmaking and his participation in taking care of the foundation owned by the father. And now here she was, beside Anjani and becoming her husband. Not in vain indeed his struggle so far, although he knows that now Anjani's heart is still owned by Bagas.

"You must love me soon, Anjani," whispered Arkan.

"I love you so much, good night." Arkan kissed Anjani's cheeks gently, actually he wanted to taste Anjani's strawberry lips which was very tempting. But so far he did not dare, so he just kissed her cheek and caught up with Anjani to fall asleep.

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The dawn has arrived, Adzan has also reverberated. Arkan who is living regularly is now awake because of the sound of an alarm from his phone. His smile was engraved when he saw Anjani who was still a henchman sleeping in his arms.

"Good morning." Arkan kissed his wife's cheek, the distinctive aroma of waking up from Anjani turned out to be comfortable in his kiss, even seemed to be going opium starting today.

Strangely when admired like this Anjani did not wake up, his sleep was very deep, Arkan actually did not have the heart if he had to wake Anjani early in the morning, but as a good husband he had to do it. "Anjani's awake."

Arkan chuckles, funny also turns Anjani's behavior when waking up like this. "So you're comfortable hugging me hm?"

Suddenly Anjani's eyes rounded, hearing those words made her realize what was happening right now. Slowly he kept his body away from Arkan, he did not realize that if he hugged Arkan, the feeling was that he was hugging bolsters.

"Please, Sir! Mode," Anjani annoyed.

"Mas!"

"No, don't force it!"

Arkan sighed, again he had to be extra patient to face his fierce wife beyond the tiger to give birth. But it's okay to stock up on Arkan's patience a lot, especially for Anjani.

"Part of why the hell Mr. Arkan woke me up at this hour, but it was still morning," Anjani grumbled.

"Born morning prayer."

"Still a long time too, later ah I'm still sleepy." Anjani returns to take her pillow, but Arkan restrains her wrist.

"Anjani prays dawn, you bathe inside and I use the bathroom outside, we pray together" he added.

"Sir, why the hell maksa?" Anjani Protests. His name is also a teenager, Anjani is indeed classified as often delay prayer, but he always run it even in the end.

"I am your husband Anjani, besides me your husband I am also a priest for you. You're my responsibility and now you're better off. We pray together, I'm done shower you must also be done."

Arkan rubbed the top of Anjani's head gently, after which he got off the mattress and walked outside the room carrying a towel.

Anjani let out a long sigh, should she be able to enjoy her sleep for a while song, but Arkan was very fussy. He was very upset, but because he had already woke up, Anjani finally complied as well. He took the clothes from his closet and went into the bathroom to clean himself up.

Finished bathing and dressing, sure enough they did congregational prayers. Although initially refused, Anjani did. Although a bit strange in fact, his photo for Anjani life like this is still taboo for him to live, he never had the picture of getting married at the age of 17 years.

After the prayer, as usual Anjani immediately rushed over, but Arkan quickly restrained his hand. "Pray first, get used to it!"

Anjani sighed, is this what else? Why are there so many rules with Arkan. It's upset that it's still morning, but Arkan doesn't care if Anjani gets angry or emotional, because it's his duty now to guide his wife in a better direction.

Finished praying Arkan turned around and extended his hand to Anjani. Anjani frowned in a daze. But Arkan drew his hand closer. "Anjani."

Anjani clucked, then shook hands with Arkan. Arkan sighed while chuckling. Why even shake hands, but Arkan asked Anjani to regret it. He quickly clasped Anjani's hand and then touched his own hand to Anjani. "Greetings to the husband can be a reward."

"Many rules!" Anjani Kesal.

"Of course a lot, then you have to start learning, start getting used to it, because it will be like this" Arkan said.

"If you don't want to?" Anjani asked with a defiant face.

"If you don't want to? Your business, but his sin is his own responsibility, do not take me because I have reminded," replied Arkan lightly.

Anjani snorted in annoyance, again speaking in the direction of sin, God and so forth. It seems like it is indeed a weapon for adults when facing teenagers his age. So annoying.