I Love You, Mr. Arkan!
First Compliment From Husband!

Arriving at Anjani's house, he immediately cleaned himself up, after which he prepared a change of clothes for Arkan and studied in the middle room downstairs. Instead of anything, Anjani knows for sure Arkan will fall asleep after coming home from work to rest himself so he learns himself below.

His eyes can not be separated from the mathematical formula that is in front of him, 2 more days are Arkan lessons. So he must complete his task immediately before starting any other activity.

Arkan who was looking for Anjani immediately smiled when he saw his little wife was studying. Arkan is very happy if his wife is smart, he likes a broad-minded woman, more specifically he likes Clarissa Putri Anjani.

Slowly Arkan sat down next to Anjani and looked towards his work. Apparently it was a duty from him, diligent once he was working on it now. "It's still two days away.".

"Please be self-aware, Mr. Arkan Giovano Altair, a task that you give a lot. Not to mention my duties as Class Leader. Ck, this one teacher is not aware of romancing his students," complained Anjani.

Arkan laughed, so Anjani could complain about himself in front of himself. Where there are students who are as brave as Anjani like this. Especially her husband Arkan. "My feeling is to give only one task sheet."

"Astaghfirullah was unconscious again. You give the task of one sheet of LKS is about a lot, multiple choice the same essay as well. Where are you if the multiple choice should also use the formula. That piece also goes back and forth. Where the task is not mathematics, physics, biology, PPKN. Jesus, Mr. Arkan Altair is insensitive to his student." Arkan her husband, right? Yasudah he was outspoken all along to voice the heart of the student who he had been silent for so long.

"For you to be smart," Arkan chuckles and breaks Anjani's hair slowly. Very anxious, is this Anjani his wife or his sister anyway? Could be this funny.

"Godhhh!" Dengus Anjani.

"Well, then do I want to help you?" Ask Arkan.

Anjani shook his head slowly, however hard, as much as he would choose to do it himself. He also has to test his brain skills, right? Arkan smiled softly, well then let Arkan accompany Anjani to finish doing the task.

Until half an hour passed, Anjani now bit the tip of the pen. "Hah, the median formula of the data that has been grouped what yes ... " Anjani murmured, she knew the truth but forgot.

Arkan who was lying on the sofa stopped his activities with a cell phone and was silent for a moment. "The quartile to J is equal to the lower edge of the class plus the class interval, the amount of data is reduced cumulative frequency per class frequency" Arkan said. Yes, just a formula, right, not giving an answer? So it's okay, to get done quickly and they can spend time together.

"Your printer!" Said Anjani who had remembered the formula.

"I'm his teacher!" Arkan Sweat.

Anjani fell silent, right too. Of course Arkan is good when it comes to this, stupid is he. Anjani chuckles to herself, funny only. My teacher is my husband, sounds like a novel. "Oiya forgot, thank you Mr. Arkan!"

"Mass ... "

"Thank you, Mass Arkan ... " Anjani repeated plain while re-writing on top of her books. There was a good thing about being the teacher's own wife as well, she so there was no need to bother asking the others because her teacher was here.

"Together, my dear." Arkan rubbed the top of Anjani's head with a smile, after which he refocused on his phone to check some schedules and work.

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After completing the task, Anjani immediately launched his action to make fried rice and also chiken katsu. Actually, Anjani wanted to try a difficult cook but Arkan said everything must start with an easy one.

Armed with the knowledge from the video Anjani did so, while Arkan opposite the pantry cupped his right cheek while looking at Anjani who was focusing on cooking in front of him. Yes even though it's a mess it's okay, he's willing to learn and that's good.

"Even though it is made Mba more flat," said Arkan.

"Not doubting, but you wouldn't bother making it, would you?"

"I want to cook for myself!" Anjani.

Then Arkan just say yes, while Anjani refocused on cooking. Actually quite a confusion also for Anjani, let alone this the first time, so that sweat poured in his temple.

Repot once turned out to be a Housewife, how can Viona be a Mother? Yes, even though he does not like the way that Viona's students sometimes force him but he must admit that his mother is a good parent and can be everything. If only he did not like to force Anjani must be very close to his mother.

"Why are kitchen spices similar?" Ask Anjani random. Yeah, he almost put sugar in his cooking. Fortunately, he quickly realized.

"Because it is, that's why you have to learn so much if you want to be a cheff" Arkan replied.

"Well I don't have any ambition to be a cheff, I'm cooking for you as our children." Anjani bites her lower lip slowly, why did she slip in front of Arkan anyway??! Must have been a big man, as big as the planet Mars.

Arkan stumbled his laughter. "What, Anjani? I don't hear, try again."

"I cook for myself!" Deuteronomy with different sentences.

"Lying wasn't the word!"

"Ishhhhhhhh, forget it!" Anjani turned around and refocused on her cooking. Why the hell is Arkan so happy to tease him, when he's embarrassed!

Arkan chuckles, but don't ask. He was also wrong. He imagined that they had children. His eyes were fixed on Anjani's nose, slowly descending to his lips and after that to the white neck of a level he had never tried.

Arkan sighed then shook his head slowly. "Don't be weird, he's a kid!" Arkan said in his mind.

Finally after a long struggle Anjani managed to make a plate of fried rice and also chiken katsu. He was standing in front of Arkan. "Cobain, but if it's not good to throw it away!"

Arkan glanced at Anjani who was now sitting beside him. Arkan nodded with a smile. "Ngapain discarded? It must be so good, let me try."

"It's not delicious, it means that the first time the cuisine is not always right."

"It must be good, you must be confident. Since you've been trying, whatever the outcome you should be more appreciative of what you're doing." Arkan smiled and took his spoon and fork.

It looks interesting, but I don't know how it feels. Slowly Arkan spooned the food into his mouth, he chewed the food slowly. There was no expression, but he took the sauce and went back to spooning again the food as if enjoying. "Nob."

"Yayyyyy I can cook," said Anjani cheering.

Seeing that Arkan smiled then kissed the top of his wife's head. "Thank you for trying to do this for me. Whatever you cook later, I'll always like."

Degh ...

So really Arkan likes it? Even asking her to cook again, surely she would definitely cook again later! Anjani nodded happily after that she ran into the kitchen in embarrassment, but from the kitchen she once glanced at Arkan who returned to eating his homemade food, was he not happy? It's Arkan's first compliment to the work he's done.

He thought Arkan would not like it. Anyway after this he had to learn more about cooking to keep Arkan happy.

On the other hand, Arkan smiled. Yes he enjoys his food, although to be honest it's a bit salty. But it's okay, he can still neutralize it with chili sauce. The most important thing is to make Anjani happy and more eager to learn a lot. Moreover, this was made specifically from the hands of Anjani, Arkan would definitely spend it.