I Love You, Mr. Arkan!
Being a Wife of Attention

Arkan glanced at Anjani who seemed silent, very different. Anjani usually cries if something hurts her.

"Tumben didn't cry?" Ask Arkan.

"I cry when I'm sad, not when I'm angry" Anjani replied, looking up at the glass.

"So my wife is angry now?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Arkan smiled then looked at Anjani, slowly taking Anjani's hand for him to hold and kiss her. "Why? What's pissing you off? Andira's angry?"

"Don't want to tell me, you'll be fighting Andira again, not me." Anjani does not look away from the glass, she is upset only with Andira but considering Arkan is her brother Andira she even gets upset with Arkan.

"Where did you get that conclusion?"

"Because you are Andira's brother" said Anjani quickly.

"You are also my wife, I will take the right side, not out of closeness. If you are wrong, I will rebuke. And vice versa."

Anjani sighed deeply. "I don't like being slapped in front of people for no reason. I'm angry like to explode, but I can't be angry with Andira because she's your sister. What right does he have? Nanda and Della never get rich on me, if they get angry they say. Never fucked me."

"Who is this? I'm not too Deket with him. I'm sorry for what happened to him, but if he's rich then I don't respect him. Does he think I'm weak, right? Won't you get angry and apologize to him?"

"You know what happened, right? Sebel very, think okay rich that? Don't know if I ever catch a big brother class because they hit me. Why is he so rich?" Cerocos Anjani's. No matter Arkan gets mad at him, Arkan's brother Andira, he must know that his sister is annoying.

Arkan was shocked at Andira's behavior. How could he slap Anjani while the wrong one here is Bagas? But Arkan did not comment first, he let Anjani get angry until his feelings were relieved.

Actually this is the other side of Andira, she is too childish, sometimes she becomes so dependent on others and when she is not followed her request she will be indiscriminately angry.

"I'll talk to Andira later."

Anjani puts her shoulders together, no matter what Arkan does. Because he was also satisfied against Andira with his words. But do not expect that everything will be the same, Anjani if you do not like it will be difficult to return to how it was.

When they got home, they went straight to their room. Seeing Arkan who was soaked was not hearty either. So after he put the bag, Anjani immediately took a towel and approached Arkan.

Without talking Anjani unbuttoned Arkan's shirt one by one, making Arkan so smile himself saw it, it turns out the girl's attention. "You should have used an umbrella, at least you're not bored."

"Look at you getting wet as soon as I remember it's just you."

"Don't be a pussy, I'm serious!"

"Are I joking?" Ask Arkan.

Anjani sighed, she was lazily arguing with Arkan, spontaneously throwing the shirt into a basket not far from there and drying Arkan's body with a towel.

Not to forget also Anjani rubbed both cheeks Arkan with a towel to dry his face. But when Anjani was about to lower his hand Arkan held both hands on his cheeks, making Anjani stare right into Arkan's bead of eyes.

"hugs."

Anjani frowned, why did Arkan become an anxious mode like this anyway when he was upset like this? But Anjani tried to hold back her smile and still display her flat face.

"I want to be hugged, can you see I'm cold?"

"Emang if hugged so warm? Cuddled with a nice blanket."

Arkan did not reply, he hugged Anjani first. Anjani who was initially shocked, now even returned the embrace of Arkan who now buried his face on his shoulder. The warmth of Anjani's body that wears a little Hoodie makes it comfortable, let alone the smell of tuh and strawberry fragrance from Anjani's hair. That's what Arkan likes.

"I know you're angry, but don't be angry with me either. I want you to be happy to be with me."

After finishing the bath, Anjani and Arkan immediately shared the story, but suddenly Arkan complained because his body felt feverish. Anjani who was a little panicked immediately took the compress. Anjani put a basin of warm water on the nightstand, and then he sat down beside the bed.

His hands stretched out to pick up the thermometer that Arkan clamped in his mouth. 39 degrees centigrade, his fever was quite high. The girl grabbed the phone lying on the bed, then scrolled its flat screen which showed a search page on the internet with the title 'How to Treat Fever In Adults' while popping the man's forehead.

"You should not be in the rain if it's not the usual rain" Anjani upset.

"Her husband is sick even diomelin, dear should," said Arkan while holding Anjani's hand. Strange, this suddenly spoiled Arkan turns out when sick.

Anjani clucked, there was always an answer that made her upset. "Compress already, checked the temperature already, open all ba ..." Anjani held her breath. What the fuck? How could Anjani do it?

The girl passed the section that said to open all the clothes so that the hot temperature could come out. He jumped to the next step. "If you have a high fever, give paracetamol. Ah, where there is no paracetamol. Where to find paracetamol?"

"No need to be given anything" said Arkan The man looked very pale and limp. "You're here, I'm sure I'll get well soon."

Hearing Arkan's words made Anjani roll his eyes lazy. "Can't it be a fight later?"

Arkan chuckled while patting the side of his empty bed. Seeing this made Anjani speechless. Suddenly, there was a feeling of fear. Uh, but Arkan's sick. Can't that guy do anything?

Anjani finally complies with Arkan's request to lie down next to him. They both lay on their sides, scanning each other's faces. Arkan's eyes were wide, now began to squint because it held the dizzy. The man blinked his eyes slowly.

"Why did you suddenly become an adult?" Ask Arkan.

"Why?"

"You're as latent as this takes care of me, well my little wife is no longer small, can't I jahili."

Anjani snorted in annoyance, meaning what try. Indeed menjahili Anjani looks exciting yes in the eyes of Arkan? Although Anjani is also ignorant but he does not like to be re-collected.

Arkan's hand stretched out and rubbed Anjani's cheek gently. "Little girl."

"Want me to keep being small?" Tanya Anjani plain.

"Don't, I'll have to wait a while longer" Arkan replied spontaneously.

"Basic om-om!"

Arkan chuckled, he did not dare to embrace the real Anjani. Afraid she met, Anjani will get sick. "You slept in another room? Or did I move?"

"Why is that?" Anjani asked as she frowned.

"I don't want you to catch it."

"Nothing, what the hell. My immunity is strong." After saying that Anjani instead hugged Arkan tightly. His outstretched hand immediately rubbed the man's back, making Arkan palpitate.

"Anjani, you'll be"

"Diem can, right? He said he wanted to be loved, already admitted still protesting," annoyed Anjani.

"I just don't"

"Diem or am I moving forever out of this room?"

Hearing that Arkan was silent, if Anjani had played this threatening way better obey his will, because he would really do it.