MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 89'S
“Arkhan!” call Zalfa while you teach Arkhan steps on the stairs.
“Hm.” Arkhan walked with a straight forward gaze.
“I'll save your gift card.”
“Good.”
Both of them went down the stairs. Now, they walked without talking until they got to the bottom floor.
The arrival of Elijah and Mary who had just burst into the house made Zalfa and Arkhan's steps stop as they passed by. Elijah seemed to be pulling a suitcase, carrying his belongings. The mother and son also stopped, staring at Zalfa.
“You're Arkhan's wife?” ask Maria.
“Ya.” Zalfa felt a little nervous meeting her in-laws. Did Maria approve of her marriage to Arkhan? Ugh, to Zalfa, parental ridha was the most important thing in his life.
“Good morning, Mama,” greet Zalfa while nodding his head.
“Morning,” Brief Bu Maria. No smile on his face. He looks cute.
“She Zalfa Khairunnisa,” says Arkhan.
Maria's mother did not comment. Just a quick glance at Zalfa and his gaze immediately led to the table then sat on the sofa, expressionless. Momentary silence. The atmosphere seems stiff.
“I absolutely do not forbid my son to be in a relationship with anyone. What matters is that he is happy. Whoever my son chooses, he's my choice. I assume that's the best thing for my son's life. Just like in terms of privacy and confidence though, I give her freedom to choose which one is the best according to her choice,” explained Bu Maria then her gaze turned towards Arkhan. “Bring your wife to eat out if she's hungry. Take her on a honeymoon or a walk, lest she get bored. Continue your day.” Maria breezed away after saying that sentence. Lost behind the door.
Zalfa glanced at Arkhan by his side. Which glimpsed back glances.
Elijah nodded with a hostile look.
“If there is time, Zalfa will be your painting teacher. He who gave you a painting gift the other day,” Arkhan said.
Elijah was shocked to hear the explanation that the painting was the work of a woman he did not like, yes the woman who had made his only older brother convert just for the sake of marrying the woman. But then his expression returned cynical.
“You like my painting?” Ask Zalfa.
“Yes,” ketus Elijah then sauntered across Zalfa with a frowning face. Now, Arkhan's time will be divided, no longer for Elijah because now his brother already has a wife who will certainly also attract attention.
Zalfa glanced back at Arkhan. “It looks like your sister doesn't like me.”
“Elia is indeed a bar-bar. If his attitude or actions bother you, just tell me. I will handle it,” Arkhan replied. “If you want to go, just use my car. This is the car I just bought.” Arkhan puts the car keys into Zalfa's hands and then breezes away.
Zalfa stared at Arkhan's back until it disappeared from sight. After the ATM card and credit card, now the car key.
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