Teasing A Naughty Husband
Early morning guests

"Huh …. Why do you keep this picture there, anyway? I told you to keep it in the barn" Grumbled Artha as she stared at her childhood photo.

Khumaira is desperate to have a daughter. If he didn't have the disease to remove his uterus, maybe they could have it. However, his hopes were dashed after the loss of the uterus due to malignant tumor disease.

As a child, Artha looked like a girl. Khumaira put on a man's shirt, but she tied Artha's hair, which was longing. He took the photo as a memento as well as a threat item.

Because of that photo, Artha no longer dare to have long hair. Who would have thought, the photo is still on display in the guest room, the room that Artha once occupied as a child. The reason was trivial, he was reluctant to climb the stairs.

"The girl must be laughing, right?"

"Mahaha …."

The sound of laughter of Flowers rang out all the way to Artha's room. In his room, Bunga felt stomach pain from laughing too much. Not only did Artha hear the girl's laughter, but Artha's parents.

“What makes Flowers laugh that hard?” hendry asked the wife who was taking off her shirt and replaced it with sleeping pajamas.

“Do not know. Let it go, Pa. Mom was happy to hear him laugh. Doesn't that mean she .. accepted her engagement to our son?”

“True too. I think, he, will cry constantly because he was betrothed to our son who broke down,” Hendry jokes.

“Hush! Just indiscriminate! My son just got the wrong time. He's not tackling. You, kali, Pa, who dealt with it when young first,” after Khumaira who did not accept Artha insulted by Hendry.

The man's mouth was clenched instantly. He was very afraid if the wife had spoken in an annoyed tone. Address he can sleep in the workspace.

They lay down and turned off the lights. In each room, Artha and Bunga did the same. However, both of them cannot sleep.

Flowers want to go home by themselves. He had never stayed at anyone's house before. The girl was forced to stay over because Khumaira begged her.

Meanwhile, Artha was thinking about things that were not much different. He could not wait for the morning to arrive because they were going to visit the house owned by Bunga. Khumaira and Hendry will also be with them.

***

At the airport, a man of medium stature, stood up while closing his eyes. He stretched out his hands, then took a deep breath. The man had just walked out of the door of an overseas arrival.

Alden Arkan Suryatama, the first son of Hendry and Khumaira. She returned to her home country after hearing of Artha's engagement. The man resigned from his job without telling anyone.

“Ah …. Fresh ...”

Alden opened his eyes and smiled. The 168 cm tall male has deep dimples, similar to a very popular singer. As Alden smiled, it felt like there was ice melting, warming, obliterating the ice.

“We go now, Mas?” ask the taxi driver who finished putting the suitcase in the trunk.

“Ya, Sir.” Alden got into the car and sat on the front bench.

He prefers to sit in front, as he does not want to look better than the driver. By sitting in front, he felt their position was the same. Yeah, that's Alden's nature, thinking too much about other people's views. In fact, not necessarily the driver felt humbled by him.

Alden wanted to surprise his parents. They had often persuaded him to work domestically, but Alden always refused. Without giving a clear reason, he did not want to return to Indo. But suddenly he changed his mind.

Mama and Dad must have been very surprised to see me. I can't wait to see their reaction.

***

“How long was it? I want the morning to come quickly and I can go home quickly. It does not feel at home to stay in this foreign place,” murmur is soft.

Flowers take cell phones and open social media. He has many friends in his personal account and has many customers in his business account. His humble personality, makes others very comfortable to be friends with him.

One friend from abroad uploaded the status that he would return to Indo. Prince Andymion, the name of one of his online friends who is quite familiar with him. They often exchanged messages, but never showed each other faces.

“Wah! Prince is back in Indo! Hm ... what's his face like, huh?”

Flowers close their eyes, trying to imagine the face of their online friend. But of course it won't work. He has no idea what Prince Andymion's face is.

While Bunga uses the name Flower Rain as the name of a personal social media account, while for a business account, he uses the name of his business label ‘Frozen’ Flowers. Flowers hope to meet the Prince face to face, because they are very similar. From the start of the preferred books, food, drinks, even to the color they like turns out to be the same.

About .... I can meet him no, huh?

Ting! The keg!

“Hm? Who goes to a morning like this? Not polite, deh,” murmured Flowers.

He does not want to disturb the rest of the other residents of the house. Since he was downstairs, he immediately ran out of the room to open the door. After the bell disappeared, there was now a knock.

“Shortly!”

Alden scrunched his forehead. Why is there a young woman's voice at home? As he remembered, there were only two middle-aged women in the house. Khumaira the mother and Mbok Mun who was the assistant and nanny of Alden and Artha as a child.

The door opened and the two pairs of eyes clashed, probing each other. Alden raised his hand and pointed at the face of the Flower. He opened his mouth, but he did not speak.

“Mas, know manners, right? Your visit time at this hour? Look, tuh! It's two in the morning,” said Flowers politely while pointing at the wall clock in the living room.

“But, I ..”

“Although very important, but I can not wake the owner of the house, Mas. So, better come back tomorrow morning. Goodbye,” said Bunga while pushing the door and driving Alden away.

“But, Miss~ Hey! Listen first,” pinta Alden.

One hand held the door that was about to close. The flower looked up and breathed heavily. He did not know what to do to get the man in front of him to leave. At first glance, his eyes caught a suitcase lying behind Alden.

If he comes to see you, bring a suitcase? Who is this guy?

“I give you two minutes to introduce yourself. I was sleepy and wanted to sleep. If you have no interest in this house, I can't let you in.”

“OK. I'm Alden, I'm the son of the owner of the house and the sister of Artha. Then, who are you, Miss?”

Both eyes of the Flower are perfectly rounded. Whahuh? He was the first son to live abroad. Lothawat! I even want to throw him out.

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