Teasing A Naughty Husband
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"Hi" Artha greeted with an awkward smile.

He scratched his head that was not itchy. Moreover, the Flower was glued to him. Artha is getting wrong.

"Why see me like that? Doesn't fit, does it?"

"Ah, no. Fits, really. You look more mature and ... handsome," Flowers replied quickly.

Artha blushed to hear the praise from the wife. He's very happy. For the first time Bunga gave a compliment to Artha. Usually always mocking brondong.

"Thank you for the compliment. Just this time, loh, you praised me," his god as he winked his eyes interspersed with a cheeky smile.

"Wouldn't be praised? Yeah, already. I retracted those words again," Grumbled the Flower who was upset at her husband's temptation.

"Eh, no, dong. Praising that person should be sincere, don't be wishy-washy" Artha said as she showed off a horse smile.

"ugly," Ketus Flowers.

Artha laughed broadly at seeing his wife getting upset. Her pouting face looked adorable in Artha's eyes. That is the view of a man in love. Everything that flowers do looks interesting.

Flowers were invited around the house by Artha. There are two floors and eight rooms in the house. For Bunga, it was too big for the two of them, but Artha said that later there would be servants who help clean up, and do other homework.

"I can, really, clean up and do homework. Why waste money looking for a waiter," said Bunga with a sweet smile decorating her red lips.

"Your job is to serve your husband. All the housework, let the waiter do it," Artha chirped as she glanced at the wife's face.

"Ck! Marriage contracts only ask to be served. Look out, yeah, if anything!" Flowers threaten Artha with a sour face.

The man was not afraid of the threat of Bunga because he knew it well. They agreed not to have any body contact. However, it was not Artha if it could not make the Flower rise in blood.

"But, my requirements apply since we got married," Artha said with a serious face.

"What terms?" ask the Flower with a frowning forehead.

Artha replied like a while ago. If Flowers want their marriage to look harmonious, then Flowers must seduce her contract husband. Artha said that she did not want to spend time acting without reward.

Back then, Bunga thought Artha was just joking. Now, she knew that her husband was serious about asking for her acting fees. Flowers looked so surprised that he sat on the sofa in the living room.

If you want to hold hands, Flowers must kiss Artha's cheeks. If you want to cuddle in front of parents, then you have to pay by kissing the lips. If you want to look romantic, flowers should serve you in bed. During the contract marriage, Artha will behave according to how Bunga behaves. All of those words were clearly remembered by the Flower.

"Are you serious?" ask the flower doubtfully.

"Yup. I'm very serious" he replied, glaring to go to the kitchen.

Artha leaves the Flower in doubt. All of that must be filled with Flowers if you want to look harmonious by parents as well as other people they know. Ready or not, Bunga must learn to seduce her husband.

'There's no other way, right? How else. After all, contract or not, after all, our marriage remains valid. Try it first.'

"Hah ..." The flower heaved a heavy sigh.

Artha thrust a glass of mineral water in front of the face of the Flower. His wife looks very frustrated, but Artha just looks happy. If his wife is frustrated, it means that he is considering the terms put forward by her.

Artha and the Flower of Malakan move Artha's clothes to the Flower room. After finishing moving all of Artha's personal belongings, Bunga ran to the front door. Sweat flooded his face as he kissed the mother-in-law's hand.

They must have run out of sports in the room.

Khumaira smiled wryly. His mind wandered somewhere. The sweat on the face and neck of the Flower was interpreted another by the middle-aged woman.

"Sorry, my mother has come to disturb you" Khumaira said with a gloomy face.

"Not at all, Ma. After all, this house had many empty rooms. Mama can stay for whatever time. Flowers and Artha don't mind, really," Artha said as she followed his wife's arm.

"Huh? I-yes, Ma," replied Flowers half-heartedly.

Flowers aren't ready to continue living in the room with Artha. If the mother-in-law stayed in the house for too long, it means that Bunga must be ready to show the harmony of his household with Artha. Given that, of course, the Flower remembered the conditions that must be met by it.

"Thank you, honey. Which room are you sleeping in?" investigate Khumaira with squeaking eyes.

Artha pointed at the master bedroom on the second floor. Khumaira decided to stay in the room next to theirs. To be exact, the room that Artha had previously used. They were both shocked by the eyes that seemed as if they were about to fall.

"How is this?" ask the flowers in a whisper.

"Don't know. After all, you're acting with me. Importantly, acting wages should not be owed" whispered Artha with a faint smile.

Ih .. bummer. He's delicious, I'm losing.

Flowers climbed the stairs while grumbling inwardly. Starting tonight, he had to study acting in front of the in-laws. Is he willing to do that? He himself is not sure if his acting will not be revealed in front of Khumaira.

Inside the room, the Flower sleeps on the sofa. Artha was unwilling to budge and let his wife sleep curled up on the sofa. Bunga was so upset at having to see that shitty man rooming with her. In fact, Artha took the Flower bed at will.

Until the night crawled late, Flowers could not close their eyes. The sofa was too short for Flowers, although it was only about 150 centimeters tall. Feeling bored, he opened an account on his social media application.

Prince Endymion is active. Can't he sleep like me?

Flowers just missed its online friend status update notification. She realized she was no longer a single girl. Interactions with other men are beginning to be avoided by him.

But not with that man. He sent quite a personal message, but Bunga did not reply to him. Until a message makes the flower curious.

(I know, you're married to a man named Artha. Congratulations, yes. But, don't just cut off our friendship. I'm sincere, really, friends with you.)

"I'm sorry, but I can't" replied Bunga in a soft mutter.

He still did not reply to the message. Although, he was anxious to find out where the man came from to know about his marriage? Flowers paced on the balcony, thinking about who the man who might know him was.

Artha looked at the back of his wife who was now leaning on the balcony guardrail. Since then, he has been pretending to sleep. His heart only wanted to tempt his wife by letting her get upset told to sleep on the sofa.

Who are you thinking, my wife? You ... make me jealous.

*Connected*