I Love You, Mr. Arkan!
If the Ex is Ex-Aja!

Finished cleaning up Anjani wearing a dusty colored dress that matches his Arkan shirt. Yes tonight there will be an event at the Altair residence, more precisely at the house of Oma and Opanya Arkan. A kind of small party because it celebrates the anniversary of the wedding of Oma and Opanya.

Anjani complied to come, because indeed he had to accompany Arkan. He had made sure that there would be no school children present. Anyway, prepared the best.

Already beautiful, neat and already fragrant, Anjani sort and choose the bag she will wear while glazed OOTD. Yes the name is also young, before going is very mandatory like this.

Arkan who had just walked into the room so chuckled to himself when he saw his wife who was busy getting dressed. "You're beautiful, what do you want to add?"

Anjani advances her lips, which she must perform perfectly. "Ishh, I'm Arkan's wife Giovano Altair, grown man. So I also have to adjust as Anjani who is your wife."

Arkan laughs at her and approaches Anjani to hug her from behind. Makes Anjani smile a little but still adjusts which bag she will wear. "How come you're my wife, what's the difference?"

"Bedaa, if the usual Anjani is rich boy. Rich is Arkan's girlfriend, not Arkan's wife."

"Oh so this is my wife's fashion?" Ask Arkan? While watching Anjani from the glass.

Anjani certainly nodded, actually there is nothing different, it's just that Anjani is not like a boy once. I am so anxious to see it. Makes Arkan tighten his embrace. "Yes my wife."

"Who good? The white one or the one in this dusty color?" Anjani asked, showing both bags.

"Both are good" Arkan replied simply. Yes because it wants to wear whatever Anjani will always deserve to wear.

"There is no solution, you don't have to be confused, I'm confused" Anjani broke up.

Weird right? Just because the bag could make him not want to leave, Arkan ended up storing the dusty colored bag and pulled Anjani's hand. "Look we're going."

Anjani who felt pulled immediately took her wallet, perfume and also her mobile phone. This Arkan Altair. He's not ready yet. "Massss slow!"

Arkan only chuckles to hear the cry of his wife, because if left long Anjani can decide a few hours later.

This time they sat in the back, because they were one family away in Abdi's car, they were one family and it was rarely a moment like this.

"Yesome, darling. Very beautiful daughter Mama. This is Gio's wife, not Gio's girlfriend. You look a little mature and elegant, Mama likes," Hera said.

Anjani hears it can only smile shyly and hide in Arkan's arms. Indeed, if not in front of his parents, Arkan kissed every inch of his face because of anxiety.

"Shame on," Arkan ledk.

"Diemm!!" Anjani hits Arkan's arm slowly.

While Abdi and Hera laughed in front of seeing the interaction of the two. Very funny this young couple and after everything was complete Abdi began to drive his car.

Anjani is not a selfie person actually, but somehow he wants to take Arkan to take a picture because they are in line tonight, Arkan also does not mind, instead Arkan asked for his photo and he shared it in a large family group.

"Ihhh, Mass why is it shared?" Anjani gets upset when she sees a family group.

"You introduce my wife, if yesterday was my boyfriend."

Please, Anjani can't stand that her husband is sweet like this. So he turned his gaze to the glass and hid his red-coloured face. You little girl.

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Anjani spread her gaze, this party looks lively. She loves parties, happily following Arkan and holding hands on the man's arms. They are very harmonious when entering a large house that has now been conjured into a party building.

"I like to party" Anjani said.

"I like you" Arkan replied.

Anjani spread his shoulders, Arkan is not right to talk to. But honestly he likes it here, it feels like he hasn't been to the party for a long time because he was busy as a final grade student.

"Happy anniversary, Oma and Opa" said Arkan and Anjani while greeting them both.

"Thank you for Oma, so where's the gift for us other than the car you sent?" Ask Sena.

Haduh why yes Anjani feel very depressed if asked about the child by parents. Like there's a demand he has to make. But it is natural that, just like girls, if they are not married, they will definitely be asked when to marry or asked about girlfriends.

Despite it all, Anjani and Arkan enjoy the show. They go around, say hello to Arkan's business associates, yes it's fun to be introduced to everyone like this. It's appropriate that his mother is very happy if there is a meeting of her father's colleagues.

His intention wanted to look more mature by using high heels, but apparently he was not able to. Just like during a wedding, his legs were scuffed.

Arkan who saw Anjani was uncomfortable glancing towards his feet. "Why? Scuffed huh?"

Anjani nodded slowly. Arkan has always been the most sensitive in this way. "Yes a little."

"Follow." Arkan clasped Anjani's hand and took him out of the crowd, he sat the girl in the garden chair and half-kneeled down to look at Anjani's feet. Surely his legs are scuffed.

"Akhh's sick, Mass!" Anjani Protests.

"You've been waiting here, let me get you some petroleum gell." After saying that Arkan rubbed the top of Anjani's head and entered the house.

But it turned out that it slipped an opportunity for Bagas to approach Anjani and without burden he sat beside the woman. "You're beautiful."

Hearing that voice, Anjani stared at Bagas who was beside her, of course, she was slightly away. "Well?"

"Old time we didn't talk, I miss you, Jan. Are you all right with Bang Arkan?" Ask Bagas.

"Okay, very good."

Anjani turned his gaze in the other direction, and Arkan where the hell is a long time ago. Honestly she was no longer comfortable lingering with other men except her husband now.

"What's your leg?" Tanya Bagas looking for a topic of conversation.

"Why not."

Bagas sipped his saliva with great difficulty, why did Anjani get longer like he could not be touched by it. Though he believes that Anjani still loves him until now. He can't give up.

Bagas immediately knelt before Anjani and saw his feet, Anjani was startled and tried to take his feet off Bagas. "Oh, gas I don't want to hold!"

"Your legs are scuffed!"

"It's none of your business and Mas Arkan who will be medicine, you don't have to be pretentious to care about me I don't like!" Anjani's annoyance that outwardly took his foot off Bagas.

He had to wear his heels again to avoid Bagas, but the man held his arm. "Jan we need to talk."

"Speak what else?"

"Take it back with me, let's fight our feelings again rich first. I know you still love me, right?" Ask Bagas with confidence.

Anjani laughed, why is she so confident anyway? Was it because of yesterday's events that he misunderstood? "Huh, whatsit? If the ex is an ex! Why should I be rich?"

"He loves me." Arkan who came immediately pulled his wife's arm proudly.

"It's my business with Anjani!"

"Farm my wife, her business is my business too. So what do you want to say?"

"Wind to make sure Anjani's feelings."

"What to make sure he belongs to me–"

Pt ...

Anjani tiptoes in front of Arkan and kisses her lips, not only that, the girl starts to sip her husband's lower lip without shame. If what Bagas needs is proof, let Anjani give it with pleasure.

Arkan was stunned by Anjani's treatment, but because it was already so he just followed the groove, grabbed the girl's waist and returned the kiss Anjani more dominant.

Seeing that Bagas is hot, very hot. Didn't think Anjani would do this in front of her eyes on purpose. It felt like being pushed back quickly.

Without another word Bagas turned around, he could not see all of this. He really wanted to vent his anger at this moment.