Mr. Perfect & Miss Careless
Boring

News of Arvin and Ira's wedding plans spread throughout the city. Not a few people who pray that the preparation of the second marriage is smooth until the day that has been set. Not so with someone on this one. She throws a vase of flowers at the television where it is being completely peeled off all preparations for Akbar's wedding between the Sebastian Family and the Narendra Family.

"I'm not going to let the wedding plan work, just look. I'll make everything you've put together fail!" The man gripped the glass in his hand with a strong grin to make the glass break and caused his palm to hurt.

"Are you okay?" ask the waiter who had been standing not far from him.

The man just shook his hand and told the servant to leave him.

***

"Sir Arvin!" Ira shouted from the other end of the phone, Arvin slightly distanced the ear from the phone.

"What's Ira doing?" asked Arvin gently.

"I'm bored, until when should I stay home?" Ira asked in an annoyed tone.

On the eve of the wedding day Ira was not allowed out of the house. He was required to remain inside the house because it was already a tradition. But for an Ira, staying home is not something she likes. Ira, who used to play with friends, work, and meet with some koas, made her feel a little tormented.

"Honey, after marriage you can just get out of the house, be patient!" wheedle Arvin.

"Then why don't we get married now anyway, sir? If we get married soon, I can get out of the house quickly" Ira replied.

"Ra, are we playing houses like children who if we are married just say ijab qabul continues to be finished? No, right? Our family is a big family, our family is known to many people, there are many of our colleagues, peers, and even employees that we have to invite. Indeed you want, we only get married in KUA without a party and without inviting many people?"

"No, but I'm bored."

"If you're bored, try playing online games, reading books, or doing anything to kill your boredom."

Arvin laughed, he understood very well how the fear of the residents of the house. Let alone knowing the name of spices or other food ingredients, distinguishing between sugar and salt is still difficult.

"Ih, Mr. Arvin, are you laughing?" From his voice Arvin knew that his lover was sulking.

"Yes-yes I'm not laughing anymore" replied Arvin. "If you're bored why don't you tell your friends to come home? Just have them play at your house!" Arvin expressed his idea.

"May I have Qeen come to the house as well?"

"Why should Queen?"

"Your sister always has a funny story and no memgebosenin." Ira answered the question from her future husband honestly.

"Well, I'll have Queen come to your house."

"Thank You Darling. I love you more and more" said Ira.

Then Arvin laughed again.

"I'm hanging up now, okay? Don't forget to tell the Queen to come home. Bye Darling. Emuac." Ira hung up the phone.

"Basic, Ira!" Arvin shook his head while staring at the phone in his hand. A few seconds later, he realized something.

NB: A few more chapters of this story will be heading towards the ending, thanks to the readers who still follow. Rarely up date.