I Love You, Mr. Arkan!
Do You Want Me to Get Angry?

The days passed, Anjani began to get used to her activities as Arkan's wife. Nothing is different, just like the usual days. But the difference may be in the attitude problem, that means Anjani is tired of sulking because of being betrothed, so he chose to accept even though yes in fact it is still very difficult.

Bagas also feels like lately rarely seen in school, what Bagas avoid it? But he also tried to be ordinary and live each other's lives. Because, no matter how much he defies and endures his feelings, he and Bagas will never be able to unite. Maybe they were just meant to say hello, not stay forever.

Waiting for the driver in front of this stop actually makes Anjani bored. Moreover, suddenly the rain fell heavily, making Anjani who was still a little spirit, now really not in the mood.

Coinciding as he sat down, suddenly a motor stopped in front of him. Just now Anjani thought about it this morning, now Bagas has seen again the trunk of his nose. The man approached Anjani who was sitting alone. Actually not to approach Anjani as well, but yes because of the rain that brought him here.

The atmosphere seemed awkward, Bagas who sat himself next to Anjani also felt their awkward aura that was so strong, funny indeed the universe. Someone who used to be inseparable, now even like a stranger.

"How are you?" Ask Bagas.

"B-well, you?" Anjani asked turned around.

"Okay, yesterday there was a family need so a few days take a day off."

Anjani nodded her head slowly, it was actually none of her business anymore to Bagas anywhere. But somehow made him a little relieved because of Bagas' explanation.

Actually there are many things Anjani wants to ask, there are also many stories that Anjani wants to tell, but yes he cannot. Even she now had no time to cry because she did not feel free in Arkan's room.

Due to his awkward condition, Anjani immediately opened his phone to contact the driver, but there was no reply. Finally he sent a message to his driver that he would go home alone using an online motorcycle taxi.

"Bareng aja yuk?" Invite Bagas when Anjani opens his online application.

"Emm?"

"We broke through the rain, we haven't played in the rain for a long time. Wanna?" Bagas hand outstretched, but when Anjani will receive his invitation suddenly his phone rang.

From an unknown number, who is it? Usually Anjani ignores these calls out of fear of pranksters, but out of fear is important Anjani raises the call.

"Yes, Hello?"

"My car is across, you wait there. You go home with me."

After that sentence no more words were thrown from Arkan, he instantly turned it off. Anjani set her sights on someone who came with her black umbrella heading over here. Makes his heart beat twice as much as usual.

Bagas who saw Arkan was forced to retreat, he clenched his hands tightly because he felt powerless to fight for Anjani. Anjani's gaze immediately focused on Arkan who now put his umbrella and put a hoodie on his body.

"Wear it, you catch a cold. Ayok went home," asked Arkan while extending his hand to Anjani.

Anjani assented, now her gaze turned to Bagas who seemed to look at her gently. "Sorry, Gas. I'm first huh?"

Without waiting for Bagas answer, Arkan already grasped Anjani's hand and took him to the car. To be honest, Anjani does not like this position. Very disconcerting. On one side of her feelings belong to Bagas and on the other side Arkan is her husband.

Fearfully Anjani ventured to ask. "Sir Arkan."

There was no reply from Arkan, not even a dullness. Already Anjani can make sure that Arkan is angry with him now. He can't care, but lately he's been weird about dealing with Arkan.

"I mean Mas" Erat Anjani.

"Yes?"

"Anged?"

"How do you think?"

Anjani who saw it looked upset, meaning he was being nice to ask Arkan, but Arkan said so instead. Is it hard to say yes or no, right bete huh? "Stay saying yes or it's not easy. Why try to get angry. People do not do anything. I'm also sure you're having this wedding because you just want to be what you told me yesterday, so it should be-"

There was no response from Arkan, but this car felt much faster, making Anjani shocked and tighten the grip on the seatbelt. "Mass!!! I still want to live!!"

Hearing that Arkan suddenly braked the car, making Anjani slumped because his heart was racing quickly. In the next instant Anjani stared at Arkan, has he gone mad?! "Why the hell?!"

"Don't make me angry, Anjani." Arkan's hunting breath he appears to bow his head with a hand that grips firmly at the steering wheel of the car.

"Loh should I be angry with you, I'm not wrong anything suddenly rich gini. If you get angry and ask me for an explanation, do you think I'm afraid you're angry?" Anjani answered with her challenge.

Arkan let out a rough sigh, unable to believe what Anjani had said just now. He turned to Anjani. "You really want me to be angry, Anjani?" Arkan asked quietly, but his voice seemed heavy and deep. His gaze was also intensely looking towards Anjani.

Like not heeding the change in her husband's face, Anjani instead raised her chin high like challenging Arkan who she said wanted to get angry. Anjani is never afraid of anyone, so if Arkan wants to be angry he will face it with his anger.

Without warning Arkan took off his seatbelt and supported Anjani with his arms. Slowly his lips clenched Anjani's strawberry lips gently.

Anjani rounded her eyes. "Hmmp?!!"

Arkan did not heed the squeeze of Anjani's hand on his arm, he continued to sip those sweet lips like channeling the desire that he had been craving.

Anjani who had never done this was shocked, but he could not escape and finally resignedly received a touch on his lips. Arkan's kiss looked domineering, his hand also rubbed Anjani's back sensually.

But when Anjani begins to run out of breath, Arkan is aware of what he is doing. She let go of the kiss and sat back in her chair. To be honest there was a feeling where Arkan wanted more, but he didn't. This alone was wrong because he did it with anger.

"M-mass? That was first kiss ... " Anjani who was feeling shocked now looked at Arkan fearfully.

"Don't make me angry, I don't want to hurt you. Understood it? And sorry, I'm khilaf."

Anjani turned her face to the window. Sometimes he rubbed his lips that still felt moist due to their hot kiss earlier. What is this feeling? Why Anjani even enjoy the game that Arkan created. Why did he look disappointed when Arkan stopped him. It's like something's not done, but what?

Anjani closed her eyes, trying to get rid of the negative thoughts on her head. He just cape and Arkan just gave him some relaxation, so maybe he just felt relaxed. Why did his brain suddenly get so dirty like this?!