Teasing A Naughty Husband
The newlyweds house

“For you wet the bed, tuh, papa so misunderstood,” Flower grumbled in the morning.

“You are wrong. If you love rations, I also will not dream of such things,” reply Artha, do not want to lose with his wife.

“You ..” said Bunga while pointing and his eyes glaring.

“Ya, Baby. It's me,” Artha replied as she blinked one eye.

“Nyebelin!” The flowers whined away with a sullen face.

Artha was very happy to tease Flowers. Looking at her pouting face, she was eager to pinch those red cheeks. Unfortunately, Artha did not dare to do so.

This morning, the flower woke up early. He cooks for breakfast earlier than yesterday because Hendry, Khumaira, and Alden are going back to town first. While Artha, he was asked to remain there until the seventh day of the late Amir.

Hartini still lies ill to this day. She was too shocked to lose her husband. The man who had accompanied her for decades did indeed have an excellent personality. It is only natural that he lost the figure of Amirudin.

“Bu, let's have breakfast. Flowers have been cooking porridge for, Mother. You need to heal quickly. Flowers sad to see, Mother, sick,” he said while putting a bowl of porridge on the nightstand.

“Mother has no appetite, dear. You just bring the porridge again,” said Hartini with a smile.

His face was pale with white skin and slightly chipped. Miris saw her little body getting drier. Plus, he had not wanted to eat at all since yesterday.

“Excuse me. Can Artha come in, Mom?”

“Come in, Son Artha.” Hartini answered while waving to her daughter-in-law.

“Mama, papa, and Brother Alden are waiting for you. Let me take care of mom,” Artha told Bunga.

Flowers obey Artha's orders without protest. They agree to act like normal husbands in general. Especially in front of Hartini who is sick, they must maintain their attitude well.

Artha forced her to feed Hartini and the middle-aged woman could not resist her daughter-in-law's wishes. He ate something for a second even though his mouth was bitter. All the food tasted bitter and tasteless, like her heart that felt empty without her husband.

“Now, Mother, must take her medicine,” said Artha gently.

The flower that was intending to call her husband, was stunned at the door. Men who always make him upset, it turns out can be gentle. The lips of the Flower were raised, forming a fairly wide curved line.

Hc .. tok ….

“Mama and papa want to say goodbye,” says Flowers.

“Oh. I'll be there in a minute,” said Artha as she helped envelop Hartini who was back lying down after taking the medicine.

Hendry, Khumaira, and Alden left after saying goodbye to Bunga and Artha. Before leaving, Alden glanced mischievously at Flowers. Artha was only able to tighten her teeth and hold back her anger.

Flowers look at her husband's facial expression. He was eager to ask about Artha and Alden's actual relationship, but he remembered the agreement not to interfere in personal matters during the marriage of their contract. The curiosity was swallowed back by him.

“I know, you must be curious. But, I can't tell you now,” Artha chirped.

“Hem? Doesn't matter. I also have no intention of finding out or forcing you to tell me that. Just live this marriage until the deadline is over," he said as he stepped into the house.

***

A month passed, Bunga still lives in the village to take care of his sick mother. Artha returned to Jakarta after seven days of her father-in-law's death. Over the span of three weeks, they sent word through messages.

Sometimes, Artha made video calls. They talk and joke like a husband and wife who love each other. Flowers are comfortable with the relationship, until she realizes something.

Since they were separated, the flowers felt homesick. Video calls or messages did not take away his heart's desire to meet the man. He admitted, his feelings for Artha changed a little.

“Mother is okay to be left alone? Why not just come to town with Bunga?”

“Mother is more comfortable living in the village. After all, this house holds many memories with your father. I don't want to be away from your father, even though he's gone,” replied Hartini who was fully healed.

“Ya. If there is anything, quickly contact Bunga or Mas Artha,” said Bunga involuntarily.

“Tumben, don't mention name,” sloth Hartini.

Flowers tilted her face with furrowed eyebrows. He did not understand the meaning of his mother's words. In fact, the mother did not want to tell the meaning of his words when Bunga asked.

Bunga returned to the city, to his tiny house that was next to the production house ‘Frozen’ Flower. Ani greeted him with a wedding present. He was very sorry for the passing of Bunga's father. The girl also handed over a small note that Artha had left to her.

“What is this?” ask the Flower with a frowning forehead.

“Read it. Ani does not know the contents,” replied the teenage girl.

The note contained their new home address. The house was Hendry's wedding gift to them. Flowers reluctantly moved, but it would cause her in-laws to wonder.

Actually, I'm really lazy to move house. But then I asked why and I couldn't answer. Yes, I have to answer because I only married the contract with the youngest son.

Bunga called Artha, asking where the husband was at this time. The man replied that he was busy. The flower did not ask any further and ended the call just like that.

He sent a message that this afternoon he would come to their new home. Artha simply replied with a thumb sticker raised. Flowers were a little disappointed to see Artha's mediocre response.

No happy reaction at all. So, he, not happy? Bummer.

Flowers grumbled in their hearts as they stepped into the production house to say goodbye to their employees. She will be busy as a housewife, even though their marriage is only a covenant. Bunga has arranged for some people to represent him taking care of ‘Frozen’ Flowers because he will not be able to come every day.

Upon arrival at the new house, Bunga was stunned. The house was too big for the size of a person who only lived alone. Flowers enter the house using keys that are tucked together with notes.

“Have come?” ask the voice of someone who is very familiar with Flowers.

He turned his head and looked at the man standing at the door in a white suit clad in his tall body. Shiny black shoes and red tie to complement the formal clothing. The flower blinked its eyes many times because it was unsure of its vision. The neat appearance was only first seen by Flowers.

“Artha,” muttered slowly as he stepped closer to the man.

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