My husband is not for me
43 Anya.

"Why, Madam has not been out as well," worried Maid who always accompanied Maira and comforted her.

"Mr Aditya please knock on the door," he asked Aditya.

"Did Maid want my body to have no head anymore?" aditya said, also afraid of Arhand.

"Hopefully, the Young Master did not hurt the Madam" Maid said, only begging for prayers, for her Nyonya, who was like her own daughter.

"Yes, hopefully," said Qesya.

In the guest room Anya is seen on a call with someone. "Everything went well, as planned," he said, smiling.

"Then what should we do next?" ask the person behind the phone.

Anya cursed the man. "Hey!, we're a CEO you can't think, ha. Yes, obviously, you should be able to be a medicine for him and so I got Arhand and you got your love" he said.

"Hallo, hello, Az," got upset when the man who turned out to be Azlan, immediately turned off his phone connection without saying anything.

Tut, tut, tut.

"Basic, shitty guy," he threw his cell phone in bed.

"Eh, there is a guest apparently," said Mrs Arsy just came and immediately excited to see Qesya sitting on the sofa.

Qesya stood up, lowering her head slightly as her manners. "Good afternoon madam" he said politely with a smile.

"Ah, cute. Aditya's Girlfriend?" ask Ny. Arsy smiled.

"Ha, No," replied Qesya.

"Yes, Ma" said Aditya along with Qesya.

Qesya stared hard at Aditya but Aditya pretended not to see him, staring at the others.

Mrs. Arsy smilingly looked at Qesya, he rubbed his arm. "You don't have to be shy, baby. Aunty does not matter, after all you are beautiful and very suitable with my son who has been this rusty for a long time," said Ms. Arsy casually hit Aditya's arm.

While Aditya's face should not be asked, he was so embarrassed when Ny. Arsy says he's a rusty guy. "Ma .." protested.

"It's true, right?" said Ny. Arsy again that makes Aditya speechless anymore.

"Let's sit down first, honey," she said gently butting Qesya back into her seat.

"Maid, please get me a drink for my future daughter-in-law" said Mrs. Arsy again at Maid who was unceasingly staring upstairs.

"Okay, Nya," he said, then went to the kitchen to get drinks for Qesya.

"Sir, please tell your Mama the truth" Qesya asked Aditya, to explain who she was.

"I don't want to. Just you," reject Aditya casually.

Qesya smiled awkwardly. "Ha, it's okay, ma'am," he said.

......................

"Mas, please let me go" pinta Maira, and tried to escape from Arhand's arms.

Yes, when Maira was about to take the key, Arhand quickly pulled her hand until she fell on her husband's lap.

Arhand shakes his head. "No."

Drrtts.

Drtts.

Drtts.

Arhand's phone continued to ring non-stop, tagged with Anya's name.

"Tuh Mas, Anya keeps calling you meet him and let me go" muttered Maira.

Prenck.

"Gosh, Mas. What the hell are you doing?" maira asked in shock, she stared at the parts of Arhand's phone that were scattered on the floor.

"Mas let me go!" maira snapped, but Arhand further strengthened his embrace.

"No!. And never will" said Arhand very firmly.

"You mustn't be selfish, Mas" circus Maira again.

"Arrhh (slaming things on the table)..why is the phone now inactive?, what are they doing," Anya said emotionally.

"What's that sound?" qesya asked, a little surprised.

"No need to ignore that. It's just Mak attached who's looking for his comb" said Ny. Arsy on Qesya.

"I know, Arhand you won't let Maira go. You don't think Mama knew what you were talking about before the wedding," she said. Arsy looked upstairs.

"And for you parasitic woman (looking at the guest room), even if you were to fall back in there, Arhand would not come out of the room and meet you, because his job is to keep Maira from leaving." batin Ny's. Arsh.

"Mama, really very much like her in-laws, cunning and knowing when to use her Aces," Inner Lord Blanco looked at his wife with a headband.

"Pa, don't curse, Mama," said Ms. Arsy telepathically looks into her husband's eyes.

...#continue .......

...Enjoyably. See you in the next episode....