Love In Sketches
Unhappy

"Is that your lover's face?" Ask Arya again. Rubby gaped in disbelief at the ridiculous question that came from her husband's mouth.

Is the picture really so bad that Arya doesn't recognize it? But it seemed that with just one look, it was obvious that it was her husband's face.

"I've never had a boyfriend." Rubby's Refutation.

"Then why are you sketching a man's face?" The two eyebrows look fused together, for some reason there is a feeling of dislike in his heart when Rubby draws a sketch of a man's face.

"I made it because..." Rubby's words hung, he confused himself. How do I explain to Arya that it's a sketch of her face?

"You like a man until you draw a picture of his face?" Arya asked with a probing look. Rubby returned the gaze, but no answer came out of his mouth.

"Take me, Rubby." Urged Arya, unconsciously her hand gripped Rubby's arm firmly.

Rubby who was confused and felt pain in his arm, finally chose to nod. He likes the man he made the picture with. But unfortunately Arya did not realize that it was a picture of her face.

Arya let go of her grip, and just passed into the bathroom.

Arya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, for some reason there was a strange feeling in her. Especially when Rubby admitted that he liked the man in the picture.

The man rubbed his face rough. Don't tell me he's jealous, because he doesn't have any feelings for Rubby.

But Arya has already made the decision to keep her marriage to Rubby, as she only wants to marry once in her life. And now all of a sudden his wife admits to liking other men, so isn't it natural that Arya gets upset?

It could be Rubby who will leave him later and go with the man he likes.

Arya shook her head slowly.

No, that can't happen. Rubby has to stay with him.

But wait, why does it feel like the face that Rubby drew looks familiar? I think Arya saw that face... But where is it?

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Rubby was still sitting on the side of the bed waiting for Arya to finish her bath. Next to her, she prepared a change of clothes for her husband.

"Why doesn't Mas Firaz recognize his own face?" Inner Rubby.

"And why did Mas Firaz hurt me?" Rubby rubbed his arm slowly which was painful due to the grip of Arya earlier.

Shortly after, Arya came out of the bathroom wearing a towel. He saw his wife sitting down and bowing her face. Arya.

"Mas has taken a shower? I've prepared the change." Rubby still lowered his face. Rubby got up from his seat.

"Wait for Rubby." Arya pulls her arm and brings Rubby into her arms. Rubby raised her face, seeing her husband was staring hard at her.

"A.. What's up, Mas?" Rubby stammering. This was the first time Arya had held him like this. Especially Arya who does not wear clothes, making Rubby's heart beat more and more.

Usually after preparing a change of clothes and Arya has finished bathing, Rubby will go straight out of the room. But now Arya is holding him.

"Rubby, listen to me..." Arya's voice turned resolute, even with her gaze. Rubby swallows her saliva, why does her husband look so angry? Has he made a mistake?

"Aryans! Rubee!" Again, a voice surprised them. Stopping the new Arya will talk. Arya and Rubby turned towards the door. Who else is bothering?

The pair of spouses eyes widened realizing who was in the doorway.

Bakti's father, Mother Maya, and Mama Dewi were standing there, staring at them with unusual views.

"Dad, Mother, Mama..." Lirih Arya and Rubby together. Arya immediately let go of her embrace. Mother Maya immediately came out of the room after realizing her daughter-in-law was not wearing clothes. Mama Dewi approached the two.

"Aryans! You're this! Kan Mama said earlier, if you want to feel good with your wife lock the door first. It's a door that's left open, you don't wear clothes like that!" Omel Mama Dewi while shaking her waist. While Rubby was embarrassed. For the second time they were caught.

"Ma, we..."

"Would it be delayed first, we'd like to talk to you. Finish talking, you can play as much." Cut Mama Goddess.

"Hurry up and put your clothes on, Arya." Added.

"Rubby, let's wait downstairs." Mama Dewi pulled her daughter-in-law's hand. Leaving Arya stupefied in her place.

"Rubby, I'm sorry we didn't mean to interrupt." Mommy Maya as soon as Rubby out of the room. He felt bad for disturbing his son and daughter-in-law.

"It's okay, Mother." Rubby answered with a clumsy smile.

"What did Mas Firaz want to say? Why does he look so scary? But luckily Father, Mother, and Mama came at the right time." Inner Rubby wondered.

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Arya came down the stairs by bending her face and walking towards the living room, where she had gathered all her family members. I don't know why this morning it felt so bad for the guy.

"Arya, sit here." Mama Dewi patted the empty spot beside herself. On the other side there is Andika.

"Yes, Ma." Arya according to her, be Mama Dewi sitting in the apit between her two sons. The wives sat facing them.

"Well, now everyone's gathered. We can start." Mama Dewi.

"But earlier, we wanted to apologize, Arya." Say Bakti Father.

"I'm sorry for what, Dad?" Ask Arya astonished.

"Yes... Because we got your activities delayed." Answer Bakti's Father. Arya simply replied with a stiff smile on her face.

"What a pity, Arya. Twice, twice failed. It's also evasive..." Andika muttered which Arya could still hear. And he could only glare sharply at his sister.

"Already Andika, don't tease your sister. They can still continue after this conversation is over." Mama Dewi mediates.

"What do you want to continue? Rubby and I didn't do anything." Arya complained in her heart.

"Well, let's just start..." Bakti's father opened the conversation.

"It's about the four of you." Further.

"What are we really going to talk about, Dad?" Arya asked.

"We'd like to talk about the reception of the four of you." Answer Bakti's Father.

"Repception?"

What will be discussed. It was just a reception. Inner Aryan. Obviously he would not be interested. But out of respect for his parents, he would listen.

Arya grabbed a drink in front of her because her throat was feeling dry.

"Yes we'll discuss the reception and also the honeymoon for you guys." Bakti's father continued his words.

"Check, uhuk!" Arya immediately choked on her drink because she heard the word 'honeymoon'.