I Love You, Mr. Arkan!
What Drama Is Again?

Sorry I just updated again. Hopefully I keep updating, because I'm still busy guys, so the bukber committee in a row. Thank you for reading faithfully. Happy reading~

After a satisfied cry Anjani fell silent, she cleaned herself up and tried to look ordinary. Even though his chest hurt once but he shouldn't explode right now.

It will be bad later if until his in-laws hear. So instead of Anjani getting angry, he better shut up. Breastfeeding her child like this, with her index finger held by the child makes Anjani warm.

There was his own euphoria, because at this moment he felt so close to Arsyla. "Why did you see Mama so, honey?"

"Why not, Mama smiled. You drink a lot of milk, after that sleep, or want to play?"

There is no answer, but getting used to communicating with his son always makes Anjani feel that he has a friend to talk to. Anjani breathed a heavy sigh.

"Why is it so hard to be ordinary? You think Mama should be angry with papa, ask papa or just pretend not to know?" Anjani asked as she looked at her son.

Even worrying about her, seeing her son staring lovingly, innocent and beautiful face, makes Anjani feel that she seems to have to be quiet now.

Finished breastfeeding her son Anjani put Arsy to bed, stiff after which she moved towards the box to tidy up Arsyla's bed. With an empty mind, but his feelings were very uncomfortable.

Not long after, Arkan came home from the office. He entered the room with a smile and looked at his wife who was busy with activities. When he looked at the bed, he saw Arsy who was sound asleep. Then it's time to play with your mom.

Slowly Arkan approached Anjani and hugged him from behind. "Good afternoon, dear."

Feeling the presence of her husband Anjani awakened and glanced at Arkan and smiled slightly without replying to Arkan's words. Seeing that Arkan tightened his embrace on Anjani, then kissed his nape. "Definitely tired of looking after Arsyla all day. He's naughty hm?"

Anjani nodded small. "Little."

"Honey how about–"

Anjani turns her body back, still in Arkan's arms, Anjani releases the tie still hanging there. "You take a shower, Mom. After that meal, I'll be ready."

Arkan frowned, so Anjani tumben. Like something weird. Slowly Arkan approached himself to kiss his favorite lips, but Anjani distanced his face. He refocused on removing Arkan's tie and suit then gave him a quick glance. "Bring first, I want to prepare the same food below."

"Why you?"

"Why not."

Hearing Anjani's answer is Arkan satisfied, certainly not. Arkan did not let Anjani go from before him, he kept staring fixedly at his wife. "What's wrong?"

Anjani gulps her saliva with difficulty, I need to teach you to ask when she herself should know why Anjani behaved so, why Arkan as if nothing happened? Is he often like this until Anjani does not know what is right and not?

"I want to eat."

"You're acting weird, Anjani. Since the office earlier, then–"

"I'm going down, I'm going to get ready to eat. Don't ask me why, I'm gapapa." After saying that Anjani removed his body from Arkan, there was no hesitation from Arkan, he just nodded small then followed his wife's request to go straight to the bathroom. While Anjani who is now silent in front of the laundry basket desperately resisted the turmoil of feelings that she wants to spill right now. "Don't be emotional, don't be whiny, don't do anything!"

Anjani wiped the tears that had come out a little, after which she carried Arsy and placed it in the box. It is better that she avoids her husband now, Anjani is very difficult to be ordinary, she is so expressive, so to be honest this is very torturous.

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Many times Arkan tried to get Anjani to talk but the answer was only yes and no. How does he know the core of their problem? Not to mention Hera and Abdi who had just returned home, were astonished by their inertia. But Arkan hinted that he would fix it soon.

As Anjani was about to leave the dining table, Arkan slowly clasped Anjani's hand to face her. "I'm gonna take a break, Mass."

"Why, I know you're angry. So explain why?"

"Are you the same as me?" Anjani involuntarily smiled bitterly. Can usually ask Arkan why when he was sensitive that this all happened since at the office earlier.

"Then what do you want? If you are silent how can I understand? Anjani, we've been married for a long time, are you still like this?" Arkan sighed, yeah just didn't think it through.

"This said? Then if I'm like this how are you?" Anjani who lost control began to burn his wick, although he let down the voice for fear that his mother and father-in-law heard.

"How's what?" Ask Arkan not understand.

"Udah, Mas. Don't pretend you can't? Don't act like nothing happened, I know it was–"

Dorr .. dorrr

The sound of door banging from outside the house was heard, but what made Anjani frown was the sound that made her slightly upset.

"Republic ... Papa ... Papa this is Jihannnnn!!!" Shouted a little boy from out there.

Anjani looked at Arkan with a rumbling feeling. Hearing that Arkan closed his eyes. Why should it be at a time like this.

Arkan let go of Anjani's hand then walked towards the door, making Anjani not think out, especially when the door was open. Jihan hugged Arkan's legs tightly as if feeling a deep longing.

What the hell is this?

Hera who heard that from the room came out and approached Anjani, she was also shocked when she found out what happened today.

Hera wanted to wipe Anjani's back, but Anjani immediately approached them. "What do you mean Papa, Mas?"

"Papaa." Jihan hugged Arkan tightly. Makes Arkan even more confused by this.

"Mass??!"

"Then we'll talk, now I–"

"Sorry, Jihan has a fever. He said he wanted to stay here last night, I was confused about what else to let Jihan not fuss."

"What do you mean by bringing here, Mba?! What the hell is this?!!" Anjani's voice was rising. It makes the little boy scared. Oh my God Anjani hates this kind of drama?

"Anjani already, listen to me. I ask you to be patient, I'll explain everything, let me take Jihan to the guest room." Arkan tried to make a win-win solution but according to Anjani this is not funny, not at all help answer whatever the question is now.

"That means?!" Anjani sighed harshly. He did not care, quickly Anjani left them and ran upstairs. She can't accept this, why Arkan is so to her.

Or don't don't the kid be Arkan's son? Anjani is getting messy, he ends up locking the door tight and cornered himself on the wall.

Who does not understand why Jihan calls Arkan papa and Arkan is silent? Why would it have to be?

I don't know his head is so dizzy thinking about all this. Anjani really does not know what to do now other than calm himself who is already confused in his emotions.