Teasing A Naughty Husband
Morning scream

Artha was still asleep in her bed. You do not wake up feeling tired after driving yesterday. His waist felt stiff as a result of sitting accompanying the sleeping Flower in the car.

"Good morning, Auntie. Ehm .. meaning Flowers .. good afternoon," said Flowers to Khumaira who was arranging flowers into a vase.

"Good day, honey. Why not go out for breakfast? Aunt Alden really wants to eat with you" Khumaira said with a faint smile.

Flowers feel bad. He slept in a warm bath because it was too comfortable. Luckily, he did not slip in and drowned. When I came out of the bathroom, it was ten.

"Sorry, Aunt. The flower fell asleep in the bathroom earlier," replied the girl with a downcast face embarrassed.

"Yes my. Sure, you, were so exhausted yesterday. Artha also did not wake up, tuh," said Khumaira while pointing to the location of Artha's room. "Tante could ask for help, wake Artha up?"

"Huh?"

The girl stumbled. Khumaira asked for something heavy for Bunga. Waking up a man she just met. They were already engaged, but the flower mana dared to wake Artha up.

"Why silence? Aunt is busy, Hen is checking the car engine, Alden is the same. We, right, want to go to your house. Masa, he doesn't want to wake up," he lamented with a tired face. Khumaira sighed so that Bunga felt even more unwell.

The middle-aged woman managed to make the Flower succumb. The girl climbed the stairs with hesitant steps. Getting closer to Artha's room door, her heart started racing fast.

The drums of war are shot over and over again with the same rhythm. The flower turned to the middle room where Khumaira continued to look at him expectantly. 'I can't do it'.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Who?" artha asked in a hoarse voice typical of people just waking up.

"It's .. I."

Artha got out of bed. His body was clad in shorts on the bottom, while his chest was exposed freely. Without thinking there was a girl at the door, he left the upper body without any cloth at all.

Click!

"Akh!" Flowers squeal while turning over quickly. "Ka .. you, shameless. Why not wear clothes?"

Artha chuckles. Thirty-year-old flower, which means more mature than the man. However, his innocent manner made him look like a junior high schooler who had never seen a male chest.

"Why should I be ashamed? Unless I'm a woman, I'm ashamed. You are not tempted, are you? My chest .. burly, right," teased Artha as she dried one eye.

"What's? Basic brondong pervert," ketus Flowers without turning around. "Your mother asked you to get ready immediately. Excuse me," he concluded.

"Labil," murmured Artha.

The flower, which was not far from the room, still heard the male voice clearly. He glanced sharply before finally descending with a super irritated heart. She's a grown woman, but ridiculed labile. It didn't feel right, but that's what Bunga heard earlier.

Where there is, I, labile. He's, uh, brondong labil. Already unstable, perverted, and childish.

Flowers growl in the heart. He put on a forced smile. Artha was making trouble, so she could not vent her frustration towards others.

"How, Son? Artha is awake?"

"Already, Aunt. Perhaps, taking a bath," replied the Flower while helping to cut off the rose stalk.

"It's pretty, right?"

"Yes. Beautiful, Auntie," replied Bunga without knowing where the direction of the conversation Khumaira was going.

"Thank you, Auntie. Flowers so big heads, nih," replied Flowers with a reddened face and a blushing smile.

Artha went down after bathing and changed clothes. He saw a very rare sight that he had just seen today. The mother seemed happy to talk to the girl who became his son's companion.

In the past, Khumaira's face did not smile at all when Artha brought Elena home. In fact, he did not accompany Elena to speak, and left her to go out. Khumaira did not return home until nightfall, until Artha was forced to never bring Elena home again to this day.

She ... is a very interesting girl. Not just in the eyes of men, but in the eyes of parents. Looks like ... I'll renege on a one-year deal with him.

Artha stopped at the last step of the stairs. A voice managed to divert his daydream. He knew the voice well, despite having been separated for a long time.

"Sister! When, Brother, back to Indo?" Artha ran over to her sister.

Alden entered with Hendry after checking the engine of the car they were going to use to go to the house of Flowers. He will be with Hendry and Khumaira, while Artha will be in another car. When he saw the sister was fixated on looking at Bunga, Alden's heart felt uncomfortable.

Weirdo? The flower is Artha's fiancee. Why do I feel dislike watching her stare at Flowers lovingly?

"Sister! Why even dumbass?" Artha patted her sister's shoulder.

"Huh? Oh, sorry, Ar. Brother came home last night."

Artha watched where Alden's gaze was. His forehead shriveled, both eyebrows clutched, and his heart was like it was doused in boiling hot water. However, he could not say his heart because Alden was his biological brother. If it was another man, it would not have survived Artha's anger.

"Why not wake me up? What, brother, don't miss me?" Artha sulks with pursed lips.

"Of course I miss. For a long time, I didn't ask you to fight" Alden replied, punching Artha in the chest.

"E .. uh …. Just met you already want to fight? Nothing, yes! Dare you fight, your jewer mama," Khumaira continued.

"Mahaha …."

They laugh crisply. Flowers smiled to see the four of them. A harmonious family filled with love. The house was warm, reminiscent of Flowers with her parents' house.

"Artha! The flower! Come, eat!" Khumaira exclaimed from the dining room. He prepared food for Artha and Bunga who missed breakfast.

"Tante, don't eat breakfast?"

"Tante and the others had breakfast. You two just eat it together," he replied as he poured ginger milk mixed with turmeric.

"Well?" Flowers want to go, but Artha gets in the way.

"If you ignore the kindness of the owner of the house when you visit, it is disrespectful. My mama has prepared all this for you, keep going ... You want to go, so?"

Artha pulled out a chair for the girl. Without waiting for Bunga to sit down, he immediately sat down beside the chair. Sitting close to the Flower, he never even imagined.

Flowers are wrong. Not sitting down, not feeling good to Khumaira who was still watching them from the living room. The middle-aged woman was arranging flowers there. Flowers sit with force.

"That's it, dong," said Artha while drinking milk made by his mother.

Khumaira is very fond of herbal drinks, but not with her son and husband. To work around this, he added milk to the herbal drink. Artha was used to seeing and drinking it every morning.

Unlike the Flower who was a little reluctant to gulp it down. However, it was a drink made especially by the future mother-in-law. A mouthful of pale orange-colored water went into the throat. He swallowed it with great difficulty.

*Connected*