Teasing A Naughty Husband
Is that true?

"Not to baper. Just kidding," said Artha while throwing the body of the flower into bed. 

The girl was upset. While trying to get out of bed, Artha pulled him back to bed. He befalls the girl and traps her.

"You!"

"Gst …. Don't noise. My mama's coming in, you know," her god pinched the Flower's nose.

"What, anyway? Who gave permission to make a fad," the Flower grumbled as she pushed Artha aside.

"Haha …. It's over written, right?" 

"It has. I've also signed my share," Bunga replied as he opened his bag.

They focus on talking about the marriage contract without realizing that someone else is hearing about it. Someone who feels interested in hearing it and is happy to know their covenant letter. Alden grinned at the door of Artha's room.

How intriguing. So, you guys did a contract marriage to please the parents of both parties. Ah, I'm more excited to bother you guys.

"Alden!" khumaira from the kitchen.

"Yes, Ma!"

"Take them into the dining room! We eat together" Khumaira told Alden.

The man stood at the end of the stairs as he answered a call from his mother. Alden deliberately raised his voice so that Artha and Bunga could hear him. Not until the man was at the end of the upper stairs, they had already come out together.

"Oh, you're out. Mama called you to have breakfast together" Alden said as he pulled the corner of his lips high.

The flowers felt the cold for a while. For some reason, the man looks good at certain times, and looks scary at certain times as well. Flowers note, Alden always smiles cynically or grins when his eyes collide with Artha.

Is it possible, they have a problem? Why does Alden always smile cynically at Artha?

The flowers mumbled while walking. Almost, he hit the toe of the same table. This time, Artha was quick to hold him back so as not to fall.

“Thank you,” said Flowers awkwardly.

“Hm.” Artha replied with a brief mutter.

They had breakfast in silence. Khumaira glanced at her youngest child who had been more silent since yesterday. Until now, Artha did not want to apologize to Alden, and Hendry was very disappointed in him.

In the view of both her parents Artha was the guilty one. However, Bunga does not think so. She feels that there is something Artha is hiding related to her relationship with her sister.

“Your marriage is accelerated. Tomorrow, we return together to the village of Flowers. Om sure, you have heard what your father asked,” he said as he looked into the eyes of Bunga, his wife's dream son-in-law.

“Flower heard, Om,” said the girl.

“You ... agree? Aunty can understand if .. you are not—”

“Flower doesn't want to disappoint dad, Auntie. Bunga has talked about it with Artha and we agreed to get married,” Bunga said, explaining to the future mother-in-law who is super good.

Only Artha remained silent without commenting. Bunga turned to ask the man to help him talk. The girl sighed as her hope was not welcomed.

Disappointment crept into the girl's heart. Strange as she has no feelings of love, but often feels disappointed by Artha's indifferent attitude towards her. Should he ask the man about his cold attitude?

Hendry spoke privately with Amir inside the inpatient room. Flowers and others were waiting in front of the room door. The girl was curious about what they were talking about, but she could not possibly be disrespectful, and eavesdropped on Hendry and the father.

"Ar, can we talk to you for a second?"

Artha just nodded small. They say goodbye to Khumaira and Bunga's mother. Artha guessed, it seemed like Bunga would ask about her attitude.

They walked down the sidewalk around the hospital. The atmosphere of the streets is not as crowded as usual because of the rush hour. Those who have a job in the office or factory must be busy with tasks that are stacked.

Artha stopped at a park. He cleaned the chair for the Flower seat. They sat five feet apart.

"What's wrong?"

"Huh? Oh ... that .. I want to ask you something. Why are you getting cold?" Bunga asked while looking at the man's face.

Artha did not want to take her eyes off the streets. He was afraid to waver and talk about things he shouldn't. Despite not turning his head, he could feel the gaze of the Flower shaking his heart.

"We're just marrying contracts, aren't we? After we get married, we have to take care of each other's lives. So, what difference does it make if I'm being cold, normal, or warm? Nothing," answered Artha interspersed with a sigh of heaviness and restraint.

"Oh, yeah. Actually, I want us to be mediocre. They'll be suspicious if we stay away like this. At least, we should look warm, and full of love" Bunga said while playing his thumb.

"There's a price to pay for every wish you get, Flowers."

The girl stumbled. What does that man mean to say that? Flowers don't understand Artha's direction. 

"meaning?" bunga asked as he got up from his seat.

The girl stood before Artha who was sitting with her legs crossed over the other leg. Artha raised her face, looking up at the face of Flowers. His feeling was erratic every time he saw the light that seemed to be emanating on the girl's face. 

"Explain to me, Ar!" urk Flowers.

"If you want us to hold hands, you have to kiss my cheek. If you want me to hold you in front of our parents, you have to pay for it by kissing my lips. If you want to look romantic, serve me in bed. During our contract marriage, I'll behave in the way you behave to me" he said at length.

The thin lips were wide open. Artha gave her very burdensome terms even though she had previously agreed to the contents of the contract letter they signed together. However, Artha gave the unwritten terms unilaterally.

"You're crazy, huh? I don't want to!" The flower refused firmly.

"Whatever. I don't want to act for free and I don't need money. After we get married, I'll start working at my father's company. Money ... I definitely have more of you," he said arrogantly.

The girl's eyelids flickered. His mouth could not be closed so surprised. He felt blackmailed by a man younger than him.

"Basar brondong perverted," grumbled Flowers with pursed lips.

"Yesterday brondong labile, now brondong perverted. Tomorrow, what else is my nickname?" Artha protested with a big smile.

For some reason, Bunga really liked the sound of crisp laughter from Artha? It was better than Artha being silent and not making any sound at all like this morning. The flower did not answer Artha's question about the oral terms that were said just now.

"Don't look at me for too long. Danger if you fall in love," his god while poking the chin of the Flower.

"You guys here?"

*connect*