IN-LAW
Emoji Love's

As Varga felt pain in her heart, Aralia's postel clang a sign of the incoming message. Varga glanced at the thin blue object. A red heart-shaped emoji as the sender's name. Sending a message that I don't know what it's about. The man bit his lower lip thinking he wanted to read the contents of the message. Her hand almost touched the object but it was a pity that the opportunity was lost when Aralia suddenly came. Still with an annoyed look, Aralia grabbed her phone and walked towards the balcony.

Varga closed her net, held tightness in her chest and tried hard.

How can I be this way, Lord. I let my wife have a relationship with another man. Inner Varga, looking at the Balcony where Aralia is seen smiling and typing on her phone.

Varga smirked, how ridiculous he was right now. Unknowingly her gaze stopped on a portrait of her wedding. The man there looked happy with bright eyes twinkle while the couple he was holding just thinned lips with a look of sadness.

Yes .., I hope for his love. Inner Varga. Patting both his thighs. Standing up and approaching Aralia to the balcony.

"Ara ...," Aralia was a little surprised, she pressed the button of her phone. Staring at Varga sharply with an annoyed look.

"What?"

Varga breathed a heavy sigh. Actually he is very upset at the moment, but as an adult Varga knows that giving up is the best way to make peace with Aralia.

"Listen, I'm sorry. Okay fine! I promise something like this won't happen again, Umm ...," Varga said.

Aralia glanced at him cynically and in reply to the warm gaze from Varga. The woman still showed her regret.

"How can I apologize so you can forgive me?" Varga justifies Aralia's bangs played by the night wind.

"Don't touch me!" Aralia's bully shook Varga's hand, staring fiercely at her husband.

"Sttt ..., Okay!" Varga remained calm. Gesticulating through her finger to let Aralia down her voice "Well I won't touch you. Don't get angry and please let the voice go small. Mama and Papa may still not sleep. I don't want to invite them here."

Aralia clucked with a frown. Baby whining sounds from inside, maybe Bianca is sounding because of Aralia's bluff.

Aralia came in immediately, and Varga followed and sure enough Bianca was awake in her bed.

"Oh ... dear ... Why wake up? You must be surprised. Sorry yes." Lirih Aralia took Bianca and pet her.

"Hey beautiful .. did you wake up?" Varga pinches Bianca's cheek. "I'll make milk for her" he glanced at Aralia.

"Aami ..(mami)" Bianca blabbed

"Yei .. said what dear .... Mommy?" Aralia was happy to hear that.

"Ma mi ...," repeated Aralia kissing Bianca which is very funny.

"A mi..."

"Yes mami is not Daddy." repeated Aralia glad.

"Hey what does it mean not Daddy?" Varga protests hand over milk bottle to Aralia.

"bianca said she didn't like Daddy." Aralia stuck her tongue out at Varga. Not that angry Varga even responded with a mild nudity.

"Based on you, the only person my daughter loves the most is her Daddy. You should know that."

"Apaan ..." Aralia's protests put Bianca back to her bed, gave the baby milk and Varga turned on the baby's lullaby music attached to Bianca's bed.

Shortly after Bianca fell asleep, Aralia turned off the music and was about to walk to her bed. Varga held Aralia on her wrist.

"What ...," Aralia growled without a sound, not wanting Bianca to wake up again.

"Come ... You don't want to forgive me?" Please Varga half whisper. Aralia walked to the balcony. Injured his chin on the balcony, lifting his head very haughtily.

Varga grimaced at his wife's arrogant behavior. For him today's problems will be solved today and that has become his habit. But the women there are so haughty. Varga scrunched his forehead richly in heart. Actually what he did wrong must be like a street beggar for the sake of a grain of rice.

Varga approached, "sorry ...," She put on a hopeful face.

Aralia clucked, actually she just wanted to provoke Varga angry so that the man hostile him to put hatred on her. That's what he wants from Varga.

Aralia wants Varga to hate her and it might just be their separation. But Aralia must swallow her disappointment. The man grew up and however Aralia looked at him still the bright light of Varga's eyes melted her heart.

"I'm sorry." Aralia breathed a tired sigh.

"Really?" Varga exclaimed, he was like a child getting something of his liking. Varga forgot, about to hug Aralia but the girl stepped back while gesturing through her finger.

Varga stopped in place and kept a distance of half a meter. Seeing that Aralia's mouth curved into a smile.

Five minutes they stood there, Aralia stared straight ahead as well as Varga. The night dissolved the cold also began to stab at the joints. Varga glances at Aralia and ...

"It's late, aren't you sleeping?" ask Varga.

Not answering Aralia moved inside. Put the phone on the nightstand and get on the bed

Varga turned off the headlights and turned on the sleeping lights to make the room dim.

That night Varga did not seem to close his eyes, he tried but failed every time his eyes closed.

Arrh, he lamented, every closed eyes he saw was a shadow of love that sent a message to Aralia.

What the fuck? I could die of curiosity!

Varga woke up and turned towards Aralia. The girl was sleeping well.

Varga approached and noticed how calm Aralia slept. Adorable battery

Varga is eager to caress the plain flattened Aralia and kiss her. Unknowingly Varga got closer and almost did that.

What the hell am I doing? Aih .. I've been like a jerk.

Varga regains consciousness and withdraws, before returning to the sofa he is attracted by Aralia's phone on the nightstand. Varga took it and tried to open it.

Damnit damnit! The phone asks for a password or fingerprint.

Varga sighed in despair. Actually with the level of his brain ability he could have unlocked the phone but he did not want to spend his time for it even though curiosity still haunts him.

Varga put the phone back, looked at his wife for a moment. Tidying up Aralia's quilt that kicked in.

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"Hey baby," Reven greeted Aralia who was sitting on the long bench of the campus park.

"Hi ...," Aralia smiled back at the greeting. Reven sat down beside her, took Aralia's hand and grasped it.

"You want to date?" Ask Reven.

Aralia gaping in disbelief, Reven asks her out on a date.

"Don't be silly," replied Aralia with mild rarity.

"What's so ridiculous?" Reven chuckled.

"Aku masih ada mata kuliah di jam sebelas, dan kau malah mengajakku berkencan."

"Oh .. I'm sorry, baby. Don't you get bored with those books? You've learned from an early age until now and it's exhausting, isn't it?" Reven, play the ends of Aralia's hair.

"That's because I had a dream, Re."

"Come ... Ara, three hours won't change that dream right?"

Aralia sighed, looking at Reven who gave a hopeful look.

"Well," said Aralia, and there were cheers yes from Reven excitedly.

"Where? Mall, Beach, Museum?" Reven made a choice.

"Where do cheating couples go?"

"Hotel." Reven's reply made Aralia glare.

Reven chuckled patting Aralia's head gently. Aralia pursed her lips put on a sour face.

"I don't like it when our relationship is called cheating partner, Ara." Reven protests, for some reason he did not like to hear those two words.

"I'm sorry" Aralia bowed her head.

Reven blinked his eyes, cupped Aralia's chin and looked at the two eyes of the girl. Reven smiled then stood up extending his hand. "Let's go."

Aralia bit her lower lip, then asked "so where are we going?"

Reven chuckled, seeing the doubt on Aralia's face. "Trust me I won't take you to the hotel" he said

"That's right." Aralia welcomes Reven's hand and the two make their way to the parking area. Reven took the helmet and gave it to Aralia and she also wore one for him.

"So you've planned this?" Aralia asked paying attention to the helems Reven had given her.

"Of course, honey. Ride on!"

Aralia laughed a little, she did not expect the ridiculous plan of her boyfriend.

Aralia immediately went up, sat down and put on a helmet and draped both hands on the plate Reven.

Reven's ducati motor slid off the campus area towards somewhere.