
The questions that popped into his head made him dizzy.
He shook his head intending to eliminate all of those questions.
"For what I think of them, it's of no benefit at all."
The words Arga uttered did not match his mind.
He was still thinking about Zanna and Niko.
His mind was now controlled by the two of them.
Arga tries not to care about their closeness by thinking about what to do for Clara in order to be accepted into her family, especially her Grandmother who refuses to accept Clara.
He does not want Clara to feel like a mistress not like his wife because of her existence hidden from his family and in his neighborhood.
Arga plans to take Clara to her family home, to bring Clara together with her Grandmother.
So that the two of them can build a better relationship, between daughter-in-law and in-law.
When Arga was busy thinking how to persuade her Grandma to accept Clara.
Suddenly Clara woke up from her sleep, turning her head to the side looking towards Arga.
From the look beside her eyes, she saw that there was a flower basket on the table, her face was as bright as a sumringah.
Clara got up from the bed to pick up the bouquet with a faint smile on her lips.
"Darling, is this a bouquet of flowers for me?" He smiled broadly as he smelled the fragrant scent of flowers.
"You're so romantic." Reciprocity.
"Darling you why silence, is this flower not for me." He said with a sharp look at Arga.
Clara's face suddenly turned sullen, because Arga was just silent.
"No, the flowers are for you." He smiled faintly.
Arga showed a forced smile.
"I bought it specifically for you." Reciprocity.
"But when did you go out and buy it?"
"Oh that, earlier when you were sleeping I went to buy her a flower figure not far from the hospital."
"Tumben you don't buy roses, you usually always give me roses. But today is different."
Arga was silent thinking about what to answer, because the flower was not for Clara but for Zanna.
"Some time I can also give you a different flower, so you don't get bored with that flower."
"By the way, it's just weird, because you never buy me flowers other than that flower. Or maybe the flowers aren't for me." He said with a sharp eye.
"Don't think it's weird, it's for you, baby."
"I can't possibly give flowers to another woman."
Arga landed her lips on Clara's forehead.
"I just love you, no other woman."
Clara hugged Arga against her face under Arga's chest.
"I know that, you don't have to tell me about it. I'm sure you just love me even more you love me than your first wife."
"That's for sure." He kissed Clara again.
On the other side.
Zanna's House.
Niko and Grandma Arga were still standing looking at each other.
Niko who was embarrassed, lowered her gaze did not dare to look into Grandma Arga's sharp eyes like a knife.
"I warn you, Zanna is Arga's wife. You'd better stay away from Zanna and forget all that feeling!"
Niko raised her pupils and looked at Grandma Arga.
"I don't have any feelings for Miss Zanna."
"I can see it from your face, you better follow my orders."
"Thou shalt not be the one to act to keep you from my granddaughter."
"You know what I mean." He said with a sharp look.
Grandma Arga's words made Niko leave the room immediately.
If he still wants to protect Zanna, he must obey Grandma Arga's words.
Since she knew what Grandma Arga would do if she did not follow her orders, her life would be her target.
As long as Zanna is not happy, she will stay by her side until she chooses to leave.
Seriate...