Love In Sketches
Rubby's husband

"I'm so upset, I dare to say that she likes my wife." Arya grunting. Before long a pair of neutrals accidentally caught the shadow of Rubby passing after delivering an order.

"Rubby!"

Rubby was so surprised that suddenly Arya pulled her hand and made her sit next to Arya.

"Mas...?" Rubby looked at the wonder of her husband, why did Arya pull him too.

"Is your job done?" Ask.

"Not yet, any minute." Rubby replied with a lowered head, it would not feel good if anyone saw them in this position. Although they are both husband and wife, because no one knows the status of the two of them there.

"I'm waiting for you in the car." Said Arya who then got up and stepped away from there.

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It had been a few minutes Arya waited for his wife in the car, watching the almost closed cake shop.

"Rubby is the perfect woman in my eyes. You don't try to get close to him. Rubby's mine."

Bara's words seemed to continue ringing in Arya's mind.

"The car sucks a lot." Arya grumbling.

"Do I have to tell Bara that Rubby is my wife so she doesn't try to get close to Rubby again?" Arya asked herself.

"But if I tell him..." Aryan words hanging.

"Ck!" Arya clucked while ruffling her thick hair. He was even confused himself. On the one hand he was not ready to admit his marriage to Rubby in front of his friend, but on the other hand he was not willing if there was another man who approached and praised his wife.

"It's true that Mama said, surely besides Bara there are also other men who like Rubby." Arya breathed heavily.

"Why wouldn't I be willing to have another guy like Rubby?" Arya was stunned by her own question. The ringing of the cell phone distracted him.

The mega?

"Ck." Again Arya clucked, but he still raised the call.

"Hello darling..." Sapa Mega once the call is connected.

"What's Mega?" Ask Arya.

"Darling, I have good news for you." Speak Mega with the spirit behind the phone. Arya frowned.

"What news?" Ask.

"I'll be home soon." Answer Mega.

"Oh." Arya seemed to not care.

Mega stared at her phone, why is her lover's reaction just normal? Was the man not happy to hear about his return?

"Arya, why is your response just like that?" Ask wonder.

"Then what should I do?" Arya asked back.

"Are you not happy I'm coming back?" Ask Mega. Arya was breathing heavily.

"Mega, didn't you ever say you were going home? But the truth is you never came back? It's been years?" Ask Arya. Mega used to say he was going home, but after Arya waited a long time in fact the girl did not return and remained in Paris. And just an apology that Mega said at the time.

"But Aryan..."

"It's Mega, I'm busy." Arya interjected and immediately disconnected the call.

"Faster Mega returns, it'll be better. I'll just cut it off as soon as she gets back and confess my marriage to Rubby." Inner Aryan.

The young man shifted his eyes. It looks like Rubby's employees are out of the store.

"Hey, isn't that Mr Arya?" Ria stopped her steps as soon as she saw Arya who was in the car because the window of Arya's car was open.

"Mr Arya?" Ask Mei.

"Yes, May. Mr. Arya, the handsome man of his friend Mr. Bara." Obviously Ria.

"Akh, that handsome guy?" Ela.

"Yes." Yeah."

"But why is he still here?" Mei asked her two friends.

"Well, how do I know, Mei." Sahut Ria's.

"Is it possible that Mr Arya is waiting for one of us?" Ela started guessing.

"You don't dream, Ela. How could Mr. Arya wait for one of us." Tukas May.

"In this world nothing is impossible, Mei." Ela Timpal.

"How about we just ask?" Usul Ria while looking at her two friends alternately.

"Yes, come on." Ela immediately pulled Ria and Mei's hand.

"Hey..." May was about to protest, but Ela and Ria kept pulling her. Arya knitted her eyebrows together seeing the servants of her wife approaching her.

"Would they come here?" Mumbled.

"Excuse me, Mr. Arya." Sapa Ria's.

"What's up?" Arya asked as she looked one by one at the young girls standing beside her car.

"Sorry sir, may we ask you a question?" Ask Ela.

"What do you want to ask?" Arya asked without getting out of her car.

"Ep... What is Mr Arya doing here? Is Mr Arya waiting for someone?" Ask Ria. Arya frowned. Why are the three young girls curious, and after all this is a public place. Free of anyone who wants to be there. Akh, yes. They don't know that he's Rubby's husband.

"What are you doing?" Ask Rubby who just came. Actually, from earlier she was watching from the shop window, it was seen that the employees were approaching her husband. For fear of interrupting and saying something strange, Rubby decided to approach them.

"Eh, Mba Rubby. We're not doing anything, we're just asking why Mr. Arya is still here." Answer Ela.

"Yes, it's possible that Mr. Arya is waiting for one of us." Connect with Ria while smiling widely. Arya and Rubby instantly widened their eyes.

"May they think that way." Inner Aryan. While Rubby even felt bad for Arya, the employees were just there. Can't see a handsome guy just a little.

"You guys, don't act so embarrassing." Rubby said slowly but can still be heard by others.

"Sorry Mba, we're just guessing. Who knows if that is true." Ria. Rubby looked one by one his employees then let out a long sigh. The girl then turned to Arya who had been a listener.

"Em, Mum... I mean Mr. Arya, I'm sorry that my employees made you feel uncomfortable." Ganged words. Arya looked at Rubby for a moment, then she got out of her car. The girls noticed what Arya was going to do. The man stood beside Rubby, then clasped his hand.

Instantly, the three employees rounded their eyes, not to mention Rubby. He was surprised by Arya who suddenly clasped his hand.

"All of you, you're right. I'm here waiting for someone. And I'm waiting for my wife to come home." Arya said with a smile looking at Rubby.

The young girls gaped in disbelief.

"So Mr. Arya...." Ria was unable to speak.

"I'm Arya Firaz. Husband of Rubby." Arya introduced herself. Ria, Ela, and Mei looked at each other. Slowly a hue gushed across the faces of the three, it turned out that the man they were teasing was the husband of their own superior.