Mr. Arrogant Vs Mrs. Salihahs
Season 3 (79)
Asna continued to grumble along the way because her husband could not be as romantic as he used to be,
"Can't it be mas, sweet little bit? Overall know!?"
"I'll be sweet as the right person!"
"I'm not right!?" Asna came down just like that after parking her motorcycle in the shop yard, she did not care about the man who still did not want to lose with his stance.
"Assalamualaikum mbak Asna!" greet one of the employees he passed by,
"Greetings waalaikum!" unlike usual, Asna did not give any frills to the answer and then just passed.
"Mbak Asna why?" the man with the same shirt with his friends was seen scratching his head that did not itch, had not yet finished his taste, heresy, the glass door opened again and the man who had not come to the store for nearly two years suddenly appeared without guilt.
"Assynnya!"
"Waalaikum hail, Raka mas!?"
"Are you fat right now?" Raka noticed his employees who looked more contained than a year and a half ago.
"Ohhh, this is anu mas_!" the man was confused as to what to answer, again,
"That's the end effect of marriage!" one of the other employees said from behind the bookshelf.
Raka looked surprised, "Well? When?"
"It's a long time ago mas, don't be horrified said Seno, I was married five months ago!"
"Can't you?"
"Well, it's time to get married!"
"That's not what it means! How could I not know?"
The man looked back to scratch his head which was not itchy, if his wife had trouble explaining then what about him.
Rather than dizzy thinking of the answer, the man chose to find a reason to avoid Raka,
"Ehhhh mas, forgot there was someone who had not been brought here! I'm going to the back, am I!?"
The man took out a thousand steps to avoid many questions.
Raka could only shake her head and walk towards her room. Inside he already found Asna sitting in his chair, a computer device was already on in front of him. The woman looked so seriously paying attention to that flat screen.
"Why is he sitting there? Didn't he say it was just an assistant?" gerutu Raka while walking closer to the woman who he said always claimed to be his wife.
"Why are you sitting there?" the one in question was forced to raise his head for a moment and then refocus on the lighted screen in front of him.
Raka who felt in cuekin, could only catch up sitting in the remaining seats. Their positions were facing each other and between them was a large table with several stacks of files and a computer that was making Asna focus.
"Alright, speak up after you're done!" Raka gives up and chooses to reach into his phone which is in his jacket pocket, he starts to unlock the screen of his phone. Although he felt unfamiliar with the date that became the lock screen of his phone still he did not intend to replace it.
Slowly he opened his mobile gallery which looked full of photos,
"Astaghfirullah!?" Raka threw her phone on the table in surprise. Asna who was focused was also surprised at him.
"What the hell is mas?"
"This must be your job?" Raka accused Asna of something she did not yet know what she meant.
"Look, it could be my phone gallery full of your photos, and many more do not wear hijab anymore!" Raka closed his eyes to his wife.
I really want to eat this person ..., Asna was really upset with her husband's behavior, she stood up and ruffled her waist.
"Do you want wrestling or boxing?" Asna clenched her hands while blowing her mouth like she was ready for battle.
"I don't like female opponents! Next time you want to use your own cell phone!" Raka who saw Asna angry did not intend to continue their debate.
He sat down and took his cell phone again. Although nagging and mengedumel but still his fingers do not intend to press the picture of the garbage basket, he chose to re-scroll the screen down until again his eyes glared perfectly when finding a wedding photo.
"This is engineering for sure!?" his murmur made the concentration of Asna who was editing some files that were still messy was disturbed.
"Now what else?"
Raka realized that Asna was listening to her muttering,
"No, I'm not talking to you!"
"WHATEVER!"
Asna was really upset, she chose to stand up and leave her husband, leaving the computer screen still on.
He chose to go to the pressing place after previously passing the printing stage.
"So she's the only one who can be angry, me too!" asna grumbled while sitting on the sidelines of a half-finished book.
"Mbak Asna why? Sooooooooo?" ask one of the hijab employees with a typical face of the east, even so he is so fluent in Javanese because since childhood he has lived in Java with his grandmother.
"I'm sorry, Raka's really emotional!" Asna grabbed the small mineral water bottle that was still sealed beside her and gulped it down after successfully unsealing it.
"Sabar mbak, this is a test for love Raka mas same mbak Asna! Assume that Asna is now pursuing the pending love of Raka! Mas Raka was so excited, cook now mbak Asna want to give up!?"
"Yes, you're right! I have to be strong!" Asna encouraged herself.
Raka who lived alone in his room seemed confused what to do.
He chose to walk and sit where Asna had just left off,
"It's my bench, it's good he wants to master it!"
Raka then looked at the screen in front of him and saw what was new in his work by Asna.
"When is this a project? Why do I never know? How long have I been in a coma in the hospital?" raka noticed very carefully what was inside the computer screen.
Even so, he continued Asna's delayed work.
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