Poison of Love Arsenio
Ich Liebe Dich, Rain!

Arsenio secretly calculated the time difference between Indonesia and Germany. If it is currently at nine in the morning German time, then it can be ascertained in Indonesia is at three in the morning. “Still too early,” murmured Arsenio slowly. It is not impossible if Lievin the father, who will respond to his call later. He decided to postpone contacting his mother and decided to cook breakfast.

Not up to an hour, the chicken porridge is ready to be served. Arsenio put a bowl of porridge along with a glass of water on the tray, then drove it to the room. He saw Binar still curled up with his body covered with a blanket up to his chin. That pretty face also looked closed. Either he's asleep or just closing his eyes.

“Honey, eat,” said Arsenio slowly. Actually, the anger and disappointment was still there. However, seeing the weak condition of Binar makes him pity.

“Rain.” Baron opened his eyes slowly. A speck of clear details trickled back when he saw the husband who was still cold to him. “I don't want to eat if you're still angry,” refuse spoiled.

“I'm not angry, Binar. Eat,” persuade Arsenio. As much as possible he showed a warm look plus a thin smile.

“You're angry. I can feel it.” Binar shook his head while rewinding his body.

“Colah. Porridge is much better to eat when warm. Eat, Binar. After this, take your medicine,” tell Arsenio with a much sweeter attitude.

Doubtful, Binar brought the body closer and devoured a spoonful of porridge that was fed by her husband. “Enak,” whispered the young lady. A bowl of warm porridge was finished in a short time.

“Now take the medicine.” Arsenio got up from the edge of the bed, then grabbed a few packs of medicine lying on the nightstand. Patiently, he put one drug after another into his wife's mouth. The binar then gulps it down along with a glass of water.

“Good, now rest.” Arsenio kissed Binar's forehead briefly before moving into the kitchen while carrying dirty tableware. He was washing dishes when his phone rang.

Arsenio hastily reached into her pants pocket and was stunned to read the name of Anggraini on the screen.

It may be true that the words she hears often, that a mother's feelings will always be linked to her child, no matter how far the distance stretches between them.

“Ma, I had intended to call. However, I undo it because it must be early in the morning in Indonesia,” said Arsenio just like that before his mother said hello.

“Arsen, are you okay, son? Mom's feeling bad from last night. Mama until can not sleep,” complained Anggraini.

“Ma? Isn't papa mad that mom called me?” Arsenio asked back.

“Your father is not coming home tonight. There's a little problem in the office. He stayed there accompanied by Bayu,” explained Anggraini.

“Wood? Who's Bayu?” ask Arsenio again.

“Bayu is Lievins new assistant. She's the same age as you, son. I will introduce you sometime with him,” replied Arsenio's mother. “Now answer your questions. Are you okay?”

“I'm not okay, Ma.” Arsenio was silent for a moment, then told about the miscarriage of Binar. She also revealed about the plan to delay the pregnancy which ended chaotic as it is now.

“You got into a fight with Binar?” guess the Anggraini carefully.

"Often we discussed future plans, and he should have understood."

“Sen, don't talk like that. Never bring up the issue of sacrifice, because Binar himself also sacrificed. He's willing to be bullied by so many people, especially your papa, for the sake of living with you, son. Winona even mentioned blatantly about the profile of Binar in his social media. He called your wife a destroyer of relationships and influenced his followers,” beber Anggraini at length.

“Jeez, is that true, Ma?” Arsenio was in disbelief.

“Arsen, in the household, is a reasonableness if the husband and wife both have a lot to sacrifice. Importantly, you two are fighting for the same thing, one vision, one mission. You can fight, but do not drag on, especially to silence the couple. That's not healthy at all, son. Talk to your wife, slow down. That woman is very tender feeling, son." Anggraini gave his advice.

Arsenio listened to the mother's advice. Indeed, Binar's slightly exaggerated attitude could not be separated from his wild past. Everything that happens in the future is a reflection and a form of cause and effect of what Arsenio did in the past.

“Much be patient, Son. Both you and Binar, must be equally good at managing emotions. Mom's advice, give up, Arsen. Lose a little bit of your stubbornness. Approach your wife and hug her. Listen to all the complaints, because miscarriage must be a very heavy thing for Binar,” continued Anggraini.

“Good, Ma." Arsenio let out her breath slowly. It was a very good decision for Arsenio to contact her mother. His mind became much clearer now. “Thank you very much,” said Arsenio lirih.

“Mama kangen once, son,” reply Anggraini full haru. “Oh, yes, how is Fabien? Is he still not home?” tanyanya.

“Numbered, Ma. The last time he called me, Fabien was still in Brussels, maybe the end of the month he just came home,” replied Arsenio.

“Alright, then. Oh, my God, mama should hang up. Your father has come home.” Anggraini's voice grew quieter, then disappeared. He ended his call just like that without further ado. However, Arsenio fully understood that there was a father there.

The handsome man put down his phone, then continued washing dishes. After everything was sorted out, he turned around and intended to return to the room.

However, it turned out that Binar was suddenly standing behind him. That pretty face looked so moody and pitiful. “What did mom say? Is mommy mad at me?” tanyakanya.

“Yes geez. You eavesdropped, huh?” Anxious, Arsenio approached and cupped a beautiful face that made her crazy about it. Kissed the entire surface of the face until the Binar satisfied. “Why did you get out of bed? Are you strong?” ask the bright brown-eyed man.

Binar shook his head while slowly beating. “I can't sleep if you're mad at me, Rain,” he replied.

“That's your weakness, dear. You always think bad about me. Who said I was angry? I can never be angry at Miss Arsenio. I just ... a little disappointed,” said the handsome man.

“I'm sorry.” Binar hurriedly interrupted her husband's sentence.

“I'm the one who's sorry.” Arsenio won't lose. “I understand and fully understand your attitude, Binar. I'm sorry I can't be the perfect husband for you, but I won't be tired or bored to keep trying.”

The words of the husband really moved Binar. He could no longer hold back the tears from escaping from his fertilizer. Hugged the sturdy and tall body was tight. “Ich liebe dich (i love you), Rain,” exclaims Dinar enthusiast.

“Wah, already smart in German apparently,” Goda Arsenio while parse the embrace of Binar. Beautiful and round eyes that adorable Binar always managed to arouse his maleness instinct. However, he recalled the message of the doctor who handled Binar yesterday, that for a while, he should be ‘fasting’.