Teasing A Naughty Husband
Bickering

Prasetyo hit the wall when he heard Bunga was dating the doctor. Not only engaged to men who have lovers, Bunga also has other lovers. Pras looked down at the Flowers.

"Tch .. is the same. I guess she's a nice girl, it's not much different from me. It's possible, he cheated on me as well" Pras murmured while grieving.

He left shortly after Bunga left with Doctor Hadi. While Artha was only able to stare at the car carrying Flowers until it disappeared in the corner of the corner. Getting angry? Yep. He was very angry, but unable to do anything.

"Why do you say we're dating? Don't you like her? Keep on, that man …"

"Don't talk about that now. I've had enough of a mess seeing my fiance date another man" Artha said, rubbing her face violently.

Tania did not calm down seeing Artha's facial expression turn moody. He canceled his intention to shop and took Artha home. Along the way, Artha did not speak a word.

The hand holding the steering handle looks shaky. It's not because of nervousness. Tania felt it was an anger and anxiety she could not afford to show in front of the Flower.

Looks like ... Artha really likes Flowers? Hm .. may not like, but love.

"I didn't drive home" Artha said after pulling over her car at a crossroads not far from Tania's house.

"alright. I know where you're going, but I advise you to talk with a cool head" Tania said.

"Hm …."

Artha just muttered softly. At first he tried to calm down, but the jealousy that erupted made him drive a car to the house of Flowers. Arriving there, the girl was sitting on the terrace.

"Whenever here?" ask the flower with a ketus.

"I'm, right, your fiancee. It's not strange that I came to my fiancee's house" replied Artha slowly but firmly.

Flowers are lazy to argue and choose to enter the house. However, Artha held back the door that was about to close. One finger was pinched and there was a scream of pain from Artha.

"You are this …. Here, I see!" The flower scolded Artha while raising a hand.

"Let it hurt. After all, you don't care about me either" Artha grumbled pretending to sulk.

“Do I have to care about a contract fiancee?”

Artha snorted sharply. He did not feel like making a contract with Flowers. A verbal covenant they spoke was simply the wits of Artha who did not want to let go of the girl.

“We did not write a contract letter, it was just an oral agreement,” replied Artha in a soft but clear voice.

“Samely,” reply while cutting gauze.

He bandaged Artha's swollen middle finger after smearing the ointment earlier. Without bandages was not a problem, but Artha still wanted to be held by Flowers. Various reasons were made to linger with the woman pujaan.

“Here hurts,” whines like a child.

“I've applied the medicine here too. Don't be spoiled, deh,” groused Flowers while putting gauze and medicine into the box again.

“You should be spoiling with your beloved that you love. That's just right. Our relationship is only a deal, Ar. Don't overdo it let alone cross the line,” Flower said with a cynical smile.

Do you hate me so much, Bunga? It is hard to embrace your heart.

Artha was silent a thousand languages. Flower speech feels piercing right in the heart. For a moment he forgot that his relationship with Elena was not over.

In retrospect, Artha does look like a jerk who is so easy to duplicate. He grieved while cursing in his heart. How can he expect the love of Flowers, if he alone still has another woman? Artha felt it was impossible to win her fiance's heart.

“The wound has been treated and dinner time is almost here. So, can you quickly tell me what you're going to come here for? I have a dinner appointment with my date,” said Bunga with a big smile.

Bunga deliberately brought up the dating scene, reminding Artha of their meeting earlier this afternoon. The man looked at the Flower with a hard to interpret look. In fact, the girl did not know what exactly happened to Artha.

“That girl .. my cousin's sister. She's not a date like you think,” she said, annoyed.

“I didn't ask about that and you have no obligation to explain anything here. I'm just asking your purpose for coming here, nothing more. Your personal matter ... it's your ursan,” reply Flowers casually.

The girl didn't serve water because she didn't expect Artha to stay any longer. However, Ani suddenly appears from the kitchen and brings warm sweet tea to the man. Flowers glared at Ani, as if saying, why brought a drink?

“Thank you, An. I happen to have a dry throat. He ... very stingy,” quipped while glancing at Flowers.

“Tch ...”

Flowers just grieve annoyance. Now, he could no longer tell the man to leave as soon as possible. After Ani passed to go to the room, Bunga woke up. The heart's intention to enter the room was finally undone when Artha asked.

“Do you hate me so much, Bubu?”

The Flower's body instantly trembled, both hands clenched firmly, and the corners of her eyes were watery. Bubu, a call commonly spoken by his former lover, Prasetyo. Bunga hates the call after being betrayed by his ex-lover. Then, Artha suddenly called out to him like that.

Flowers turn around quickly. He looked at Artha with both wet eyes. The wounds that were supposed to heal, were again torn apart mercilessly.

Without asking permission in advance, Artha wiped away the tears that slid down the girl's cheeks. Artha could at least see a woman crying in front of her. Especially if she is the girl he loves.

“Do not cry. I'm sorry if .. wrong. Just ignore my question. I'll leave now, but ... please .. don't cry anymore,” Artha's wail in front of the girl.

Artha did not know what was wrong, but she easily apologized. His heart throbbed as he watched the woman he loved cry in front of him. He was too rash in speaking because that was his nature.

Artha was about to leave in her black car. Meanwhile, the Flower was still glued to the living room in a standing state. A moment ago, he was sad. However, he felt lonely as the man was about to leave him.

Without a second thought, Flowers ran into the courtyard. He called Artha, but did not use her name but another call. A spontaneous call from his thin lips.

“Brondong!” call out to him while holding back a smile while wiping the corner of his eyes.

Artha chuckled at the strange call from her fiancee. She was indeed seven years different from Bunga, but she should not have called her Brondong. That sounds like aunty calling a boy who is still a teenager while Artha is an adult male. Then, his smile suddenly stopped. They looked at each other with different eyes than usual.

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