I'M The One You Hurt

I'M The One You Hurt
Still Sulking.


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...HAPPY READING'S......


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In the afternoon. Alvian and the other members are getting ready to do a rehearsal on the grand stage where they perform later tonight. All of you also meet ALV Fans about one hundred and fifty people more or less.


Very limited is not the same as usual, because besides the ALV members are still tired. Their schedule of concerts in the country is also quite time-consuming and draining.


This afternoon, after hearing the story of his best friend Bara. Alvian called his wife and son because he had not told me.


Almost forty minutes chatting with Aya. Alvian immediately said goodbye to take a nap, because he did have to maintain the condition of his body to always be fit, not just the mind that must be calm.


The Vania will also not speak for a long time. The beauty is still sulking at her father. Because they were not invited to board the plane.


Alvian said he would take the princess wherever Vania wanted. Wait for him to come back from America. But Vania did not want to and rather than cry again. Ayara told their daughter to play.


"Al, are you ready?" ask Bara who just came out of the bathroom.


"Yes, you get ready because I want to tell Aya. If we want to meet the ALV fans." replied Alvian just moved the seat to the sofa in their hotel room.


"Haa... ha.. are you afraid your wife is jealous?" laughter Bara while wearing his clothes delivered by their respective Managers.


"You don't know what it's like to lose, Bar. Honestly, it feels better that I deal with my papa. Rather than having to make my Ayara angry. I'm afraid he's thinking a lot because we're going to meet the girls who are crazy about us" Alvian smiled as he pressed the call button on his expensive phone that was the same as Ayara's brand.


The young man bought the same phone, from the price, brand and type. Only the color of their phones is different.


"May I never feel it." replied Bara who continued to get ready while listening to Alvian call Ayara.


Ttttddd!


Ttttddd!


📱 Alvin: "Darling, what are you doing again?" asked the handsome man to see his wife again in the clean kitchen.


📱 Ayara: "I want to cook to welcome Lula. Half an hour ago he said he had reached the city border. Maybe in about an hour he has come." Ayara replied smiling happily because she will meet her best friend and also feel happy because Alvian always calls her.


So that Ayara feels valuable and not inscuer because the husband is surrounded by beautiful girls. Moreover, all the news says that Alvian is dating and will marry Alice.


Which wife will be fine and not jealous. If Alvian was careless, didn't contact him. Maybe Ayara already felt hurt and jealous at things that were not necessarily true done by Alvian.


📱 Alvian : "Well, really! I'm so happy to hear it" the young man smiled at his wife's happy face and pretended not to know that Lula was coming to S town this afternoon.


📱 Ayara: "I know all this you and papa are doing. For Lula to accept the house given as a gift because it has been good to us while in town B. So stop pretending" Ayara sneered but still smiled happily.


📱 Ayara: "But even though you've been lying dishonestly to me about Lula moving here. I will give you a gift as my gratitude. So you can ask me for a gift. As long as it's not expensive, because I don't have the money to buy it."


📱 Alvian: "Are you serious? Can I ask you for a gift?" Alvian smiled meaningfully.


📱 Alvian : "Why still don't have money? Not that I gave you a black card. You're my wife, Ayara Febriani Jasmeen Rafael. So you use the money on the card, who else does." exclaimed Alvian Ayara by her surname.


📱 Ayara: "Why is there a name for Rafael?" ayara asked just focusing on her name.


📱 Alvian : "You are my wife, so of course your name and our daughter will have her name Rafael."


📱 Ayara : "Eum.. thank---"


📱 Alvian : "Can't say thank you. Now tell me can I ask for any gifts?" the handsome ALV member again talked about the gift said by his wife.


📱 Ayara : "Alvin, you are rich, why ask me for a gift. Basic greedy!" tease Ayara who had walked left the kitchen clean towards the family room. There were two servants behind him who were helping him.


📱 Alvian : If the gift from you is of course different, because that gives her a very special girl and I love very much."


"Agh, it turns out that after almost four years of separation you two still make no difference. Both are acute bucin," said Bara who could not bear to hear the conversation of a married couple who love each other.


"Be quiet! You're just wondering" replied Alvian, laughing at his best friend who was also sitting on the sofa where he was sitting.


📱 Alvian : "Honey, why stay quiet? So how about the prize?"


📱 Ayara : "The prize is for you to go home. I'll choose it for you myself." Ayara broke up for fear that Alvian would mention the high price. You see, the young man could not possibly know the prices of cheap goods.


📱 Alvian : "OK, alright! It's better if you choose it for me yourself, because whatever it is must be very valuable to me. Just like you and the fruits of our love who are sulking no longer want to talk to me." Alvian chuckled as he said his daughter was sulking.


📱 Ayara : "Vania sulks because this is a farewell after she really found out that there was a father. It was very difficult to persuade her not to cry anymore.


📱 Alvian : "I'm sorry, for not being able to take you guys away with me. But I promise you this won't take long."


📱 Ayara: "No need to think too much, later Vania will want to talk to you."


📱 Alvian : "Huem, I know if Princess is angry it won't be long. Oh yeah baby, it's been a while, yeah. Because I want to go now to where the event will take place tonight and meet the fans ALV.


📱 Ayara : Yes turn off the universal, be careful,"


📱 Alvian : "Good wife. I love you." said Alvian who immediately got a reply from Ayara without her guessing.



📱 Ayara :"I love you too," after showing her hands like a symbol of love. Ayara disconnected their phone first.


...SERIATE......


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