Marrying the Driver's Child
CHAPTER 73
Arsen sipped his coffee which might have started to cool. He looked pensive, thinking about my question
Meanwhile, I turned my gaze to the calm lake before me. Just as calm as I felt with Arsen.
Suddenly Arsen hugged me from behind, brushing half of my hair to the left side. Then he put his head on my shoulder. His hands are getting tightly coiled in my stomach. I could feel the warmth of Arsen's chest stuck to my back.
“I don't know the exact reason why papa chose me, but obviously from me small to this big, Mr. Ardy is very meritorious in my life.” Arsen wiggled slowly over our bodies. It was as if our bodies were moving because of the wind that hit us..
“But, you really are Mr Aji's son, right? If Bi Sri is not your mother, then who is your biological mother?” I turned my head a little to look at Arsen's face.
Arsen then kissed me on the cheek, and somehow I felt ashamed of being kissed in such a public place.
“Arsen shy, we seen people,” protest me trying to take off his embrace.
“We are married why should be ashamed, those who are still dating have no shame,” whispered right in my ear.
“Mas, Ma'am, if you want to pervert don't be here!” said the visitors who just sat next to us.
Arsen kept his head away from me, but his hands were still perfectly circular in my stomach.
“He's my wife, sir,” replied Arsen while showing the ring in my hand.
“All the young people I met also must have said so.” The fathers looked down at us.
Arsen then whispered to me, “Do we always have to bring a marriage book? If you are young, can not marry?”
“Don't you have a photo of our wedding book? Appoint the father,” I replied while whispering as well.
Arsen smiled, then grabbed his phone in his pocket, he opened a photo gallery to look for photos of our wedding book. I can see a lot of pictures of me with various poses on Arsen's phone.
“This, Sir. We are married, if the original book is in the inn, do I need to get it?” asked Arsen while showing his phone screen to the person.
Then, the father stood up and left us muttering, “Young people today, the marriage book can also be set with HP.”
Me and Arsen just looked at each other, then Arsen's face turned irritated by it.
“We go yuk, around the lake!” ask me to remove the irritation on Arsen's face.
“Arsen, you haven't answered my question loh,” asked. I was really curious about Arsen's true identity.
“Which question?” Arsen stopped his steps making me stop too.
“What are you really Mr Aji's biological children? Don't you be the son of Papa's business friend who is disguised as Pak Aji's son!” my guess.
Come to think of it, Arsen's face was very unlike that of Pak Aji.
“You're too imaginative, Kimmy darling! Accept the fact that you married your own son.” Arsen rattled my hair angrily.
“Arsen you ruined my hair!” sulku.
“You gemesin.” Arsen instead pinched both of my cheeks with both of his hands.
Arsen and I walked back to enjoy the beauty of the lake. I asked Arsen to walk towards the bridge that connects the western and northern parts of the lake.
We took the time to take pictures in this beautiful lake, on a bridge that is also decorated with leaves that creep on the edge of the bridge.
“Arsen, where are your birth mothers? Are you experiencing the same thing as me? Abandoned mother who gave birth to us?”
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...You two have such pity, anyway. Noh said Bang Arsen do not be too imaginary, Bang Arsen is just a driver's son 😅😅😅...
Ngarep still may gangss, because anything can happen depending on the brain of Othor who baperan this 😅😅😅
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