Teasing A Naughty Husband
Morning scream

“So crying, now laughing. You're a labile adult woman, yes,” Artha's joke.

“You, tuh, brondong labile,” reply Flower.

“Haha ..” Artha laughed loudly.

He was a little happy because Bunga was holding back his departure. However, he still felt curious. Why do flowers cry like that.

“Don't call me Bubu like I was. I hated that nickname because the call was made by Pras,” Flower chirps, trying to explain why it was crying.

“Sorry. I don't know that. Pras ... is the man who came yesterday morning with me?”

“Ya,” Reply Flowers briefly.

What did the man do to the flower? It seems .. Flowers hate it so much.

"So, how do I call you? I want to have my own affectionate call for you" Artha chirped involuntarily.

"Huh? Sa-yang?" The flower asked curiously.

They blushed in shame. Neither Bunga nor Artha could resist the swirling strange feelings that were rampant. Something as beautiful as it was revolving around them.

"By the way ..we have to make a written agreement," said Bunga, diverting the conversation.

Artha's smile disappeared instantly. A moment ago, he was very happy because it felt like his love got a welcome. However, a second later, he was knocked down in a single strike.

"A written agreement?" Artha asked with squeaking eyes.

"Yes. So that we do not cross the line as before" replied the Flower while wiping the remaining tears that still wet her cheeks. "I don't want to be a baperan like this, but .. I do feel a little," he concluded.

"I understand" said Artha with a lethargic face.

He left without saying goodbye after hearing the wishes of the Flower. Artha vented her anger at the motor racing practice arena. His bad mood made his feelings more sensitive than usual.

"Rul …. Crazy, lu! Break the record is also finally," said one of his tongkrong friends.

"Diem, you!" Artha answered while throwing the helmet on the grass at the edge of the track.

"Why, Lo? Sewot is just like me. I don't think I'm doing the same wrong thing, Lo," replied the man with the grey hair who was always called according to his hairstyle.

"Udah, Bo. Our Bangbro seems to be heartbroken" said the man standing next to Artha.

Suddenly, Artha strangled the man's neck. His eyes were like hungry wolves. A punch landed on the side wall of the man.

"Not much bac*t! Lu, don't know anything. So, shut up, you, understand!"

Bruk!

Artha let go of the strangulation around the man's neck while slamming him to the side. The man's body hit a parked sports bike not far from him. Artha left without apologizing to her friends.

Her feelings got worse after meeting her friend. He decided to go to a nightclub for drinks. Despite having finished a bottle of drink, the words Flowers still ring.

"Written agreement? Huh! You think my feelings are bullshit, huh? Answer!" Artha. 

A bartender with a head. It had been more than ten times that Artha spoke like that. In fact, a female customer was scolded with the same words. His mind is completely fucked.

Bruk!

“Hah .. eventually the man collapsed as well,” the sigh of the bartender who was also scolded by Artha.

“The problem is, who should we contact? You, do not know the house, right,” said the maid who is the lover of the bartender.

When they are confused, a phone call gives them hope. However, they do not know Artha's mobile password. The phone screen is constantly flickering, displaying a unique caller name.

“Try. Good luck,” replied the bartender.

Before typing the name of the caller, the girl closed her eyes first. Then, Flowers for Artha were typed on the phone screen. They breathed a sigh of relief.

“Halo,” greet the girl.

[Who is this? Can I talk to Artha?]

“The person you are looking for is unconscious, Miss. Can you pick up your girlfriend?”

[Unconscious? Send the address to me.]

Call ended. The servant girl typed the name of the club they worked for. After sending out the location, they sat waiting anxiously.

An hour ago they should have closed the club. However, Artha made them late to return home. Thirty minutes later, Bunga came by taxi.

“Where is he?” ask the flower restlessly.

“Inside, Miss. Let me drop off,” said the bartender.

He brought the Flower to Artha's table. He was too drunk to walk on his own two feet. Flowers ask the bartender for help.

“Where is your car key, Ar?” ask Flowers.

“Maybe in his pants pocket, Miss,” says maid girl.

Artha did not answer because of that the servant girl answered according to her assumptions. The flowers looked confused. However, the pair of lovers urge him to check Artha's pants pocket.

Is that true? I have to reach into his pants pocket, right? What if I touch something else? Oh, my God .. stop your filthy thoughts, Bunga.

Flowers ventured to reach into Artha's pants pocket carefully. His face was sweating so nervously. Luckily, he didn't have to linger checking where Artha's car keys were. The keychain pokes in between the pocket holes and the Flower pulls it easily.

“Thank you for helping me. I also apologize on behalf of my fiancee,” said Bunga before leaving.

“Sama-sama, Miss. Be careful on the road,” answer those two lovebirds.

Flowers bring Artha home. If the man was brought home to Hendry's house, Artha could have been scolded. I don't know why the flower cares about her.

“Hah .. When we need to talk, you get drunk like this. Basic brondong,” grumbled Flowers while staring at the highway.

I don't want to talk to you under these circumstances, Bunga. I'm not sure I can control myself if I open my eyes.

Artha was already a little aware as Bunga thanked the two club employees. However, he chose to pretend to stay asleep. Occasionally, he steals eyes with half-open eyes.

***

Flowers fall asleep on the living room couch. It only has two rooms. One room was occupied by Ani. The girl had bad sleep habits.

If he sleeps with the girl, his entire body can hurt from being kicked or it may fall to the floor from being pushed. The sofa was the best choice for him. The night air was not as cold as usual, making the Flower open a plain blue shirt wrapped around her slender body.

“Akh! …” Flowers scream hysterically upon awakening in the morning.

He spreads his view. The flower vividly remembers that she slept on the living room couch last night. However, he woke up next to Artha this morning.

The shout made Ani and some workers scatter out of the production house. They broke into an unlocked room. Their mouths were wide open to see the scenery plastered on the bed.

Artha did not wear clothes and only wore trousers, while Bunga wore an inner layer of clothes that were not too bright. Amongst their excitement, Artha yawned leisurely. He stretches his muscles lightly before getting out of bed.

“What did you do to me?”

*CONNECT*