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Arka The Husband Pay

"Braaac."

Amman put some money on the peace production management table. Jeremy gives her space to meet Arka, because the old man asked for her.

As a working client, Jeremy allows. Jeremy thinks maybe Amman is looking to have an important conversation, related to the product starring Arka.

"It's money for you" Amman told Arka. The young man stared silently at the in-laws.

"What money is this?" ask Arka later.

"To pay you."

Amman looked at Arka who began to regulate the breath due to emotions. I don't know why Arka's blood suddenly rose hearing all that.

"Why?. Aren't you my son's paid husband?. The young man is in debt that he saved."

Arka was silent, her fingers were now clenched.

"Take this money and take the babies away from my child. If it is less, then just call Vera, ask to add. Clearly, stay away from Amanda."

Arka's emotions peaked, but then he sighed and smiled.

"Take back this money, I can still find my own money" said Arka now staring back at Amman.

"Ow, how dare you?" amman.

"Yes, because I won't sell my son and wife."

"Heh, from the beginning you've been willing to pay Amanda. Your goal is money, right?"

"Yes, you're right." Arka said later.

"Until I fall in love with her" he continued.

This time Amman smiled back cynically.

"Young man, you know what you're about love, huh?"

"Tau, you know. Because your son taught me. The one who doesn't know what love means is you, Mr. Amman.

Arka approached Amman with her head held high and a sharp gaze.

"At your current age, have you ever felt love?"'

Amman silent.

"Did Rachel give you love?"

Amman is silent.

"Did Vera, who was pregnant with your child, love you?"

Amman was really stunned this time, he did not know if Arka had known about Vera.

"I'm getting love, Mr. Amman."

Arka leaned against Amman's desk, then lit a cigarette. The smoking of the cigarette, then the exhaled smoke of the cigarette. She glanced and smiled at Amman.

"That's Amanda, the most beautiful woman I've ever met. He takes good care of me, takes good care of my son. And I have done it well."

"Heh, living?"

"Yes, you think to this day Amanda still pays me?"

Arka's smile turned silent, becoming a hateful look towards Amman.

"If he's rich, my living is my responsibility."

Arka approached the pile of money that was given by Amman.

"You think you can lower my self-esteem with this?"

Arka looked at her father-in-law and laughed without a sound.

"I am used to being paid by many parties, this management also pays me. Every project I do is completed, I am also paid by many clients who use my services. You think you can knock me down mentally?"

Arka looked back at Amman, this time more clingy.

"It's not that easy, Mr. Amman. If you think I can be humbled by money, you are far inferior to me. I impregnated Amanda, I married her first. Then how is your relationship with Vera, isn't what you do more than inferior?. As long as you were married to Amanda's late mother, you cheated on her, beat her, tortured her with physical or verbal abuse. Do you think it's not low?. The thing that can raise a man's degree lies not in his money, but in the morals he has."

Arka moved towards the door.

"Do you feel your morals are perfect?"

Arka stopped the move.

"At least my morals are much higher, than you who claim and feel high. Just because you have money."

Arka left the place, Amman was alone with mounting emotions.

When Arka returns to the penthouse, she tells Amanda all about it. Of course Amanda doesn't feel good. Because after all, Amman is his father. He is ashamed to have a father like Amman, who likes to insult and humiliate others.

"Whether you're sorry, you're not wrong. Except for the one who made Azka wrong with Afka, who was still a child. There's nothing for you to apologize for their behavior. This is your old dad, he should know what's wrong, what's right. Which should be the attitude, which is not. Why do you apologize to him."

"Yes I'm not good with her words, like the one you said earlier. He's so outrageous."

"Are you afraid I'm offended?" ask Arka while smiling.

Amanda nodded.

"Man, I'm not offended at all. Papa you want to try to demean me by paying me, but every job I get paid, right?"

Amanda looked at Arka, the next second the woman smiled.

"Well, dong. If I shoot, I get paid, right?"

"Yes, anyway."

"Abis works at the office at the end of each month, paid too, right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Well why should I be angry and offended with your papa. Papa you are a pity, he thinks he can drop someone's mentality easily. I am a very bodo now. Thinking of cooperation on campus duties was already dizzy, he again wanted to addin."

"So you're really okay?"

"Here...!" Arka grabbed his wife and took the woman into her arms.

"From now on, we can't be sad. Bodo very people want to pressure us like what. As long as our reaction is good, mediocre, it means we win. Well they devalue their energy to evilin us. No matter how they try, as long as we do not give a negative reaction, as long as we are cool, the negative energy will return to them. There is no saying that the bad guy did not get the stone. How much evil and good we throw, turn to ourselves many times over. From now on, we are happy every day. To be insulted cake, what cake, bodo very."

Amanda breathed a sigh of relief, she always agreed with Arka's gaze. From today on he should have stopped thinking about the people who pressured him. Better to think of yourself, happiness. Fuck those people.

***

In one place.

"Who do you think?."

Acha Cintara's friend quipped the girl. The reason was earlier, when his friends were engrossed in a barbeque in the backyard of the house. Cintara more silent near the pool.

"Think Iqbal you yes." asked Acha again.

"No, what do you think of him."

"Keep thinking who dong is."

"Arka." replied Cintara plainly.

"Arka?. Who the hell?" ask Acha wonder.

"That's the artist."

"Which artist?"

Cintara shows a photo of Arka that he got from the google search page.

"Oh Keenan Arka, do you know him?"

"She works in my bokap office."

"Working in your office?. Seriously?. Halu kali lo."

"No, he's working now."

"Don't it just look like a doang?"

"Like doang how, the person's face is exactly the same. The name is the same."

"But I see he's still on TV."

"Yes, but he works too."

"Well, it's lucky you met him."

"Eat him.

"So you're deketing her again?"

"Hmm, yes." said Cintara blushed in embarrassment.

"I think of him again. He said when we think of someone, that person will think of us."

"When do I ask you to meet him?"

"Can."

"Take it."

Acha smiled, while Cintara continued to drown in feelings of shame. Did Arka really think about it?. The answer is, of course, no. Arka is currently in the room, stripping strands by strands of thread attached to his wife's body until nothing is left.

They were in a hot kiss with hands touching each other. For the first time after giving birth, they will do so again. Arka wants to go back to making his wife scream, and mention his name in the game.