Teasing A Naughty Husband
Between ex and fiancee

Artha stood on the balcony of her room. A roll of tobacco was tucked between his lips. The scene when Alden and Flower collided was unwilling to disappear from his mind.

"Damn!" Umpatnya.

From the first glance, he had already fallen in love with the Flower. At that time, Artha thought it was just a moment of awe. But who would have thought, he really fell for the girl.

Artha had forgotten Elena since the past few days. In his mind there was only the shadow of the Flower's face. Imagine when the girl smiles, when talking, and walking.

Rising a smile accompanied by a passionate feeling of longing. He was eager to run to meet the girl, but time was not possible for now. What would Flowers think if Artha came to her in the middle of the night?

“Ah …. It felt like my soul was missing half,” he murmured slowly.

“Ar! Can I come in?” ask Alden from the door.

Artha let out a long and heavy breath. Why do men want to meet at this hour? Artha guessed, but curiosity made her open the door even though she was reluctant.

“Are you asleep?”

“What sleeping person can open the door?” Artha asked back in a sharp tone. The sight of brothers loving each other was lost when they were just the two of them. If she could, Artha never wanted to meet the four-eyed man who held the status of the older sister.

“You are braver now,” Alden said with a grinning face.

The shady eyes that some people consider to be so beautiful have turned horrible when stared at. Artha was very afraid of that gaze a few years ago, but not now. He was already growing up and even had a body bigger than Alden.

“What is your goal to go home to Indo this time?”

“Come, Brother …. You know very well what your dear brother is like. So, you ... must know what my purpose is,” he replied while pressing Artha's chest using the index finger.

Artha brushed Alden off. He is no longer the timid teenager he was five years ago. Whatever Alden did, he would not feel the slightest trepidation.

“If you dare to hurt those around me .. you will die in my hands!” threat Artha.

Alden took one step back while clapping softly. He felt challenged after being threatened. In the past, Artha must have knelt before her as she threatened the safety of her parents.

“Ck ... ck …. Very good, my sister. You've grown up apparently. But I find this more interesting. Especially ... The girl named Flower. She is very beautiful and seductive. I'm curious about how he feels under me,” Alden's fishing line.

Emotionally Artha pulled up Alden's collar with an endangered lion-like gaze. Alden always ruined Artha's happiness because the man hated her so much. However, they had never shown such hostility in the presence of the two elders.

“Flower is not food! Dare you touch a hair of Flowers ... I'll tear your filthy body apart,” said Artha with emphasis on every word.

Artha removed her hand from Alden, then closed the door violently. He heard a small humbling laugh from the front door. Artha's bad feelings are getting worse.

Alden went to his room with a happy heart. It was like a child getting a new toy. Five years ago, he asked Artha to be a bad boy, and his sister obeyed him obediently.

Now, Artha who used to be like a cracker that was crushed when stepped on has turned like a piece of thick steel that is not easy to be trampled. Alden found this very interesting. After closing the door, he laughed.

“Hahaha ..”

A moment later, the laughter stopped. He looked at the photos of Artha attached to the wall of his room. Photos from childhood until Artha entered the High School.

Alden took the red marker, then wrote a cross in the photo. His jaw hardened, lips twitched like he was swearing. Feeling dissatisfied after doodling photos of Artha, he stabbed a pillow using a marker until the pillow was hollowed here and there.

“I won't let you be happy, Artha Saskara Suryatama. You can't be happy,” he muttered hatefully.

***

Early in the morning, Artha had dressed up. He wore a black jacket, sneakers, and dark blue jeans. While passing through the living room, Khumaira asked and called out to him.

“Good morning, Ma. Artha wants to go to the house of temen,” he replied after greeting the mother.

“Friends or friends ...,” tease Khumaira while holding a smile.

“Temen, really. Really. Mama doesn't believe?”

“No, tuh,” replied Khumaira.

“Mama ...”

Khumaira chuckled to see her son wrinkle his face. He knows what it's like to be in love. The son must have intended to see Bunga because it had been a week since their visit to the girl's house.

“There if you want to go. Titip greetings to the future daughter-in-law of mama,” kelakarnya again.

“Si-who wants to go to the Flower house, anyway, Ma. Person ...argain Artha want to go to a friend's house,” him while blushing.

His intentions were clear and he could not dodge. Avoiding any other questions from her mother, Artha left immediately. He was driving a car that had been hit by Bunga.

Artha didn't even fix the car. He has a hidden intention to meet the Flower. His smile was wide.

At home, Flowers are making roses using ribbons. One of the hobbies that produce in addition to his main business in the field of frozen food. Ani ran up to him with a breath of breath.

“Bungus Cracks!”

“What, anyway, An? You can be short of breath when you run like that. Remember, you have asthma,” scolding Flowers.

“Soal ..mdt. Uh, emergency. Ada ...”

“Breathe first properly! What is the problem that makes you like this?”

“There is Bang Artha on the terrace,” he replied while pointing out.

“Hah!” Aghast flowers. He throws a half-finished rose. His face became tense even to the point of breaking out in cold sweat. “You what is he here for?”

“How do I know, Brother. Just meet first,” Ani said as she threw her own body onto the bed. “In the meantime, let me rest for a while,”.

“Lazyers. I met him first. Don't rest too long. If you are lazy like this, they can follow lazily because it mimics your habits,” Flower chirps.

“Bawel,” gerutu Ani.

“Bare?”

“Ampun, Mrs Bos,” Ani replied while grinning the horse.

Flowers hit Ani's thin ass, then ran. They're used to it. Not considered a foster relationship at all.

“Happy pa~”

The girl's voice was stuck in her throat. Not only was Artha there, but there was another person whose face was very familiar. The blood stopped flowing, the heart stopped beating.

They smiled at the flowers. In their hands they both hold a package. I don't know what it's all about, but Flowers guessed it was food. Without giving any reason to them, Bunga closed the door rudely.

*CONNECT*