Lady'S Gentleman
The Loved One (1)

I don't know when Arman lived alone.

It's been.a long time.

Since he was 13 years old... Being the foster child of Baskara Beaufort, living in their home with the other children.

His property belongs to another child as well. The food is also a joint meal. Even his parents are parents together.

Arman doesn't like it.

So, he tried to stand out, tried harder, to be recognized by others. In order to have their own personal items, without anyone daring to claim them.

Then... The child was born.

Alexander Lucas Beaufort's... The heir.

Physically and the ability is actually weak.

Yet... He started claiming all of Arman's.

There is no point in being more prominent, no point in being stronger, or smarter. All lost to... Blood relation.

Arman is just another guy.

Alex is a real child.

So, after graduating Junior High, Arman decided to live alone. Looking for your own place to live.

At school he taught karate or silat children around, then began to get everything with a scholarship.

He became a competition enthusiast to win various trophies, then the cup he sold for everyday life. He also often won something with a fake name, becoming a jockey for conglomerate children to win various championships.

So then... Arman has lived alone for a long time.

And he enjoyed it.

He arranged his own life.

It was not ruled by anyone...

Till...

"Okaery-nasai..." (Welcome home) Sahut Ayumi as Arman opens the door to her apartment.

The woman was still wearing her apron. Hugged Arman tightly, and kissed the man's lips.

It felt... Bizarrely.

When someone welcomes you home with a face like this.

As if grateful Arman came home safely.

The man was stunned for a while, fixed in place while looking at Ayumi with a face that was difficult to describe. Between happy but also vigilant.

"What am I supposed to say if you give me such a greeting?"

"Stay answered, I'm home baby, it's a Harvest cake."

"There has to be a 'harvest cake', right?"

"Can be reduced to the level of Fried Rice really..."

"Hm. I'll choose the one that's leveling off..." Sahut Arman's.

"Kh..." Decak Ayumi while taking off her embrace. "Go there."

"Bareng yes..."

"I've already."

"Register..."

Arman took off the apron that Ayumi was using and lifted the woman's skirt.

He needs to be with Ayumi tonight.

As long as they can go through...

Before they split up.

Yet...

Arman has not yet told Ayumi.

He himself still wants to enjoy their moment together.

*****

Ayumi heaved a sigh of relief as she inched her arms around Arman's waist and buried her face in the man's shoulder.

"It feels different... If we have a relationship with someone we love..." Mumbled the woman.

"M..." Arman admitted, but could not answer. In his mind was still filled with the burden of thoughts that turned out the more he hugged this woman, the burden even heavier.

But...

He wanted to record Ayumi's smile every second.

Not a forced smile like when Arman knew Ayumi first.

But what Arman recorded was Ayumi's current smile, which was so sincere and wholehearted.

"Ayumi." she said.

"Say my wife."

"Hehe... Not yet, baby, any minute..."

"Say me."

"Yes... Medusa mason."

"You want a disentile not?"

"No. She wakes up again, and gets angry?"

"Let's put on a tongue."

Arman quiet.

Tensional.

"You're... Danger as well. Here you are!" And he pulled Ayumi back into his arms.

A hug isn't just a hug, of course.

*****

Ayumi gasped for breath while closing her eyes.

"Udah. tired..." His complaint.

"That's just tired..." Arman nodded and got up to get some drinking water.

"Bikinin tea angel, Ares..."

"You told?!"

"Ares, angel tea... Take the honey."

"The longer your accent looks more like Mr. Sebastian..."

"Indeed I learned to control you from him."

"Hishe..." Sizzle Arman while walking to the kitchen counter.

Ayumi glanced at Arman while chuckling softly.

He remembers Sebastian's words when they last spoke at the Zoo.

(Flashback to past events)

"Ares a very principled man... He's different. He has his own rules..." Ayumi.

"Tomorrow?! Hm... Want to know how to control it?" Ask Sebastian.

"Can you?!"

Sebastian snorts cunningly.

"Arman is like a wolf... He is unfriendly and has his own territory. If you are afraid, he will pressure you, threaten you, even harm you. He's the Alpha of his flock."

"Alpha...?"

"Alpha wolves are leaders. Responsible to his flock. Defeat him, show your abilities. In this case, in fact you have won, as evidenced by... Arman's misbehavior near you."

"So... He's actually afraid of me?"

"Maybe his feelings are more... Don't want to disappoint you."

(Return to the present)

Ayumi hugged Arman from behind, swiping her chest against Arman's back.

Sounds of gladness to the man.

The metal clang of the spoon while stirring the tea regarding the ceramic glass, coloring the silent atmosphere that afternoon.

Drizzle out there, making anyone want to laze around under the covers.

"The Madame's wifeiii..." Arman said teasing Ayumi.

"Arigato Mr. Husband..." Ayumi Kekek.

Arman once again grinned while looking at Ayumi with a wistful look.

Then the man sighed, and placed Ayumi's tea on the dining table.

He stood leaning against the counter while pulling Ayumi closer.

His hands were on Ayumi's cheeks, raising the woman's head to look at her.

"Are you willing to be my wife?" Ask Arman.

Looking at Arman... Suddenly, a different feeling enveloped them.

Ayumi somehow felt this was the last time she could feel Arman's embrace.

The woman nodded.

What's the matter? Her thought.

"I'm willing." Ayumi said with confidence. He felt he needed to say those words.

"even though... We're going to overcome an uneasy obstacle?" Said Arman again.

Ayumi cringes.

Whatdoes thatmean?

"Will I feel alone again this time?" Ayumi Mumbles. The woman's eyes were implying a worry...

Intuition worked.

"Yes." Yeah." Arman felt the weight of saying a word that slid from his mouth. It felt as if his chest was rumbling more and more.

Moreover, seeing Ayumi's smile dim and her binar disappeared.

"What is..." Ayumi asked for an explanation.

Arman stroked Ayumi's cheek slowly.

Then smiled faintly, trying to calm this woman he cared about.

"We get dressed first. I wanna... Talk about important things. Our last mission." Said Arman.

*****

Milady wiggled his legs while reading the Garnet Property sales estimation table and slightly doodled his scheme.

The sound of a chair shifting towards him.

"Mom Big Boss, aren't you home at this hour?" Arran Voice.

Milady chuckles.

"Against PakSu pick up Mas..." Moustache Milady.

"You're not supposed to work late..."

"I'm still an employee here. My replacement isn't there yet."

"But it feels like something's wrong."

"Hem... Yeah, everybody's acting kind of..." Milady shrugged his shoulders.

"Excess." Connect Arran.

"That's how." Milady.

"The project kids miss you, he said."

"I'll be there soon... I also brought a lot of souvenirs for them."

"You're so indulgent, yeah..."

"Hm..wrong huh?" Milady looked at Arran with her big eyes.

"Not wrong, but not right. You know the consequences of pampering employees. Most people don't know their position..." Arran.

"Wah Mas's... Why are you being so strict?"

"Hm.. There are some people who make mistakes, when reprimanded he threatens to complain to you... He said, I know the owner's wife, don't fuck around..." Arran grinned.

"Ouch... Until then yeah..." Milady frowned feeling guilty.

Again the politics of the world of work.

"Well, and usually I just say... Sorry, we both know Milady, so I'm not threatened." Sizzle Arran while grinning.

Milady sighed.

"I've bothered a lot, huh Mas? Sorry yeah..." Milady said she felt bad.

Arran did not reply, only propping his chin with his hands on the table, looking at Milady.

"I still like you." Hiss the man.

Milady looked at him coldly.

"Don't think bad first." Sahut Arran's. "My current feelings for you are more... Admiring feeling. Not that I'm not serious about Yori, but yeah... I've liked you for a long time. There must be things that cannot be forgotten just like that."

"Hm..." Answer Milady.

Not a real answer.

Just because Milady doesn't know what to answer.

"I'm sorry, I..." Milady.

Arran just nodded slowly.

"Momuu..." Trevor emerged from the direction of the corridor.

Milady and Arran turned to look at the man coming.

"I came to pick niiih.." looks often.

He grabbed Milady's hand and stuck it on his forehead.

"Ehhh...! Really, well you're making a shock." said Milady while pulling his hand.

"Well, I'm officially the daughter of Loooh's mother." Trevor Goda.

"Where is your father?"

"There's a car. In the lobby."

"I don't call mother dooong this old impression."

"What do you want to call? Lady again, not polite. Yes ma'am yes?"

"That's weird ah its horror! My son is older than me..." Milady wags her hand. Then move on from his seat

"Yuk Mas Arran..." Sapa Milady's.

"Mom want to be held or carried?" Sahut Trevor still teases her.

"It's obvious you are!" Milady pinched Trevor's waist straight away dodging while giggling.

Arran sighed while leaning back trying to relax in his work chair. He looked at the two people who disappeared towards the elevator...

His move to Trevor's division this time, might have been an answer.

If he will be repeatedly reminded, he will not be able to reach Milady.

The woman is happy with her life now.

So, uh,

It is appropriate that Arran also tried sincerely to accept his own blessing.

Alive...

It will feel much better if you let go of what should have been abandoned.

*****