Teasing A Naughty Husband
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“You fell in love with my sister, right,” Artha said.

“Hah ...”

Flowers exhale strongly, until the child whose hair dangles on his forehead is lifted, then falls back. Not even a month they were engaged, Bunga was made tired of allegations and suspicions Artha assessed excessive. They are not in a normal relationship. The engagement was only a deal.

However, Artha seemed to have full rights over the life of Flowers. He felt that all the personal affairs of Flowers should be reported to him. Artha liked Flowers, but the girl did not know the contents of her heart. After all, Artha had yet to express her feelings to Bunga. That was why, he looked arrogant in the sight of Flowers.

“I'm right, right?” artha asked while grieving in annoyance.

“Enough, Ar! Have you forgotten our agreement or are you pretending to be a jealous fiance? I don't think those two are the right reasons for you interfering with my life. We take care of each other's lives after the engagement party. You forgot those words came out of whose mouth, huh!”

Bunga tried to open the door, but Artha was already on guard. He locked the door so that the Flower did not leave as before. If Bunga takes a taxi, he does not know which other men will take Bunga home.

“Open the door!”

“No. I'll get you home. I don't want to give Alden a chance to drive you back,” he replied as he turned on the car engine.

“Fuck,” maki Flowers while closing Maya's ears.

The little girl winked her long eyelashes. The small netra was black, clear, and bright shiny it managed to ease the anger of the Flower. He smiled, looking at the tiny face, moving to the right and to the left. Apparently, Maya heard a ringing tone call inside the Flower bag.

“You should jog. You, hear the voice of the mother's phone, right,” said Bunga while pinching Maya's nose which was only the size of her little finger.

Maya nodded slowly. He was very chatty when he was with Alden, but more reserved near Artha. If only with Flowers, Maya is more active. Artha noticed that.

Flowers are very different from most girls. He did not feel uncomfortable despite being called a mother by someone else's child. Flowers are easily liked by others. Not only men, parents, even small children love it. My competition .. too many.

“Halo, An.”

[Where's brother? Buyung.]

“Hah? Kok, can? How is he now?”

[She was taken to Dr Hadi's clinic.]

“Ya. You take care of him for a while, brother is still on the road. Later sister followed to there,” concluded Bunga before ending the call.

Artha opened her mouth to ask, but the forefinger of the Flower signaled her to be silent. Although very curious, he could only silently look at the anxiety on the face of the Flower. A hint of jealousy lingered on the man's overcast face.

Every time she heard the girl say a boy's name, Artha was very frustrated. He is not good at finding topics that can make them more familiar. If he opens his mouth, it always ends in a fight.

***

Buyung did not work because his hand was clamped to the meat grinder machine. Although only the little finger was cut off, but the man was traumatized to return to work at the Flower place. However, Flowers do not take responsibility for granted. He guarantees half the monthly salary to Buyung.

“I don't work anymore, Ma'am. What is this money for?”

“This was last week's wages as well as accident allowance. If this envelope, it's compensation from me, Mas Buyung.”

“I don't want to accept it. Mbak can give this money to those who are still working,” refuse Buyung while giving an envelope to Flowers.

“This is an expression of my heart's sincerity. Please accept. This money can be used for business capital, Mas. Please accept my good intentions, Mas Buyung,” persuade Flowers.

“I receive. Thank you for the kindness, Ma'am. Hopefully the business of ‘Frozen’ flowers remain smooth in the future,” said Buyung with teary eyes.

Smiling flowers. He was happy because Buyung finally received help from him. Buyung has worked with him for a long time and his work is very good.

When there was an accident, Buyung was thinking a lot. He who is usually always careful suddenly had a work accident. After being traced, apparently Buyung's wife was sick. His wife was taken care of without anyone to accompany her because their children were young and left at home.

“Kak Flowers! Why daydream?”

“I'm thinking of finding someone who can replace Buyung.”'s job

“It has friends. He just got out of SMK. If, Brother Flower, agree ..”

“Your boyfriend, yes?” ask the Flower with a probing look.

Ani blushed in embarrassment. From the steps alone, Bunga made sure of the girl's answer. Flowers do not look at education in receiving employees. To him, as long as they were intent on working and could mean it, that alone was enough.

“Bring him tomorrow. I want to buy something at the supermarket. If there are customers looking for me, just say to come tomorrow morning,” said Bunga while wearing green tosca sneakers.

“Say only to the supermarket? How long do you want to be in the supermarket?” ani asked with a frown.

“I want to take a walk for a while. My brain is dizzy,” as a flower while laughing.

“Not picked up Bang Artha?”

“Shh …. Don't mention that name in front of me, An. It is precisely he who makes my head dizzy,” replied Bunga with his upset face.

Ani was getting clueless. They looked fine yesterday. However, such a flower deeply hated to hear the name it was called.

***

Flowers are around in a shopping mall. He always looks simple, but his charm is incredible. Every time they cross paths with men, they do not hesitate to look at him even though they walk with a partner. In fact, there was a woman who cut off her lover when she passed the Flower.

“You're still fine, yes! Wh why? You want to make that girl a young wife?”

“Ampun, Darling. Afterwards, she is very sweet,” replied the husband.

The flowers rushed away with long strides. Is that true? They quarrel next to the person being talked about. That event didn't happen once. He didn't feel strange, but he was very disturbed.

That's why, I prefer to be at home making handicrafts, while keeping an eye on the workers. Wonder, huh? There are models like that.

Flowers murmuring softly. Only one percent of the thousands of shopping center visitors behave like that. However, the flower still feels sad. He rushed into the supermarket to buy kitchen necessities.

Finished queuing at the cashier, he came out with a large number of plastic bags filled to the brim. He put his wallet in his bag while walking. Suddenly he screamed as he smashed into the burly body of a man taller than him. His hard chest made Flower squeal in pain as if he were crashing into a sturdy red brick wall.

“Have finished shopping?”

Flowers upturned. His eyes were round seeing a man standing before him while showing off a sweet smile. The smile that makes the flower actually wants to wear it.

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