Teasing A Naughty Husband
Warm embrace in the morning

"Hou …."

Flowers wake up in a soft bed. His forehead wiggled. He ended up sleeping in bed unconscious.

As he circulated his gaze, the gaze stopped at the corner of the room. To the left of the bed, by the window. The man who slept in bed was lying on the couch.

Artha's face was sunlit as the balcony curtains were not closed again. He seemed to shine under the reflection of the morning sunlight. The flower lay on its side on the bed staring at her husband's face.

He's quite handsome. Um, not enough, but good looking. Ah, what am I really thinking? He was still unstable to me. Where possible, I am …

"Can you open your eyes yet?" artha asked with her eyes closed and a wide smile that was resplendent.

"Why should I ask? That's your body, your own. It's up to you to open your eyes or shut forever" replied Bunga, at length.

"really. This is my body, mine, but someone is admiring this beauty of mine. Hence, I did not open my eyes," Artha replied as she opened her eyes slowly.

The flower blushed and his face flushed instantly. Her husband continued to stare even when Bunga had already shifted his gaze in the other direction. Unfortunately, she looked at the mirror that reflected her and her husband. From there, Bunga sees Artha licking her own lower lip with eyes staring towards her hip.

"Where to see?" Flowers covered her hips using a blanket while scolding her husband.

"Where can it be too. You're, right, my wife," her god with his eyes flickering mischievously.

Flower's face heated up like a volcano that was ready to let out lava. He ran to the bathroom and locked himself in there. Bunga knew Artha did like to flirt, but her words just now had made Flowers' heart tingle. She almost threw a pillow over her husband.

You will soon be mine, my Flower.

***

"You guys are fighting?" khumaira asked as she poured water into the pot.

This morning, Khumaira wanted to cook for her son and daughter-in-law. Flowers help chop onions. She didn't like bean sprouts very much, but her mother-in-law wanted to cook stir-fry sprouts mixed with corn vermicelli.

"Why, Mama, think like that?" The flower asked awkwardly.

"Because Mama see, you don't look romantic at all. Mama knows, you guys have to get married. But, didn't you say you would try to love each other?" Khumaira asked with a sad look in her eyes.

He was hoping that their happiness would be realized. But he did not see them trying. It had been two days that Khumaira had stayed with them, but had never seen them chat casually.

They always seem to be busy with their own business. Artha with office duties and Flowers with her frozen food financial records. If Khumaira knew they were marrying contracts, she would be devastated. How can a wedding be a toy?

"Oh .. That's because we're busy, Ma. We spent time together at the weekend," said Bunga, muttering in his heart.

Forgive Flowers, Ma. Flowers and Artha have lied.

"so apparently. I am glad to hear it."

The thin smiling flower. Seeing the disappointment on the mother-in-law's face made Flowers feel a little guilty. It seemed, she should start talking about it with her husband.

***

At night, in the room. Flowers wait for Artha to come home. Ever since they stayed in the room, Artha always came home late at night.

The man could not resist the desire when he was close to his wife. He was afraid of losing his mind and attacking Flowers. Artha did not want to be hated by the woman she loved.

Flowers lying on the sofa. He was still trying to hold his heavy eyes. Tonight, he'll have to talk to her.

Kriet ….

The girl got up from the sofa quickly. Artha was surprised to find his wife still awake. But he was trying to behave normally.

"You haven't slept?" Artha asked the Flower in a very slow tone.

Artha was afraid that their conversation would be heard by Khumaira who lived in the room next to them. The man draped his suit and tie on the back of the sofa. Then, he sat leaning back with his head staring at the ceiling of the room.

Believe me, the body of the flower behind the nightgown has made something squirm spoiled. He should turn his gaze in the other direction if he wants the little one to fall asleep again calmly. Suddenly, the flower fell in front of him. Inevitably, Artha lowered her head, looking at the wife who grabbed her hand.

"Why?" ask Artha gently.

"Mama asked me this morning if …"

"If what?"

Artha was curious about what the mother had told the woman before her at this moment. Flowers look frustrated. It looked as if his brow skin was shrinking, as if there were many thoughts propping up there.

"We don't look romantic. Mama thought, we had a fight," she replied with a heavy sigh.

Artha squeezed the hand that was holding her. He got up from the couch and knelt in front of his wife. Although the degree of husband is higher in a family, but Artha never intended to demean his wife. He is disturbed by their position, where Artha sits on the sofa while Bunga rests on the floor.

"Lalu—"

"I will do what you say, as long as I can be friendly in front of my mom. I can't bear to see my mom disappointed." The flower cut off Artha's speech quickly.

"Ah, that …. It's already night. We will discuss it again tomorrow morning" Artha said as he got up and pulled his wife's hand over to get her up.

Artha led his wife to the bed. It enveloped the beautiful body that was rolled over it, then returned to the sofa. He did not dare to sleep beside the Flower without permission.

The next morning, Bunga came out of the room with half wet hair. Tricks to trick her mother-in-law's eyes. It's working. Khumaira smiled seeing her daughter-in-law's hair wet.

"Good morning, dear," said Khumaira with sparkling eyes.

"Good morning, Ma. How's sleep?" 

"Mama slept really well last night. How're you? Can you sleep?" Khumaira teased her daughter-in-law while holding a smile.

"Ah? Oh. ... Flowers can only sleep at two in the morning," he answered honestly.

Khumaira. He interpreted Bunga's remark that Artha hooked Bunga until two in the morning, but it was not like that it happened. However, Bunga agreed to play the drama with Artha.

"Good morning, dear. Good morning, Ma," said Artha as she climbed down the stairs.

The man also came out of the room with half wet hair. A wide smile decorated those not-so-black lips. Artha smokes, but not too heavy. He only smokes when he wants to. Sometimes, a whole day does not smoke at all.

He approached the Flower, then hugged her from behind. Khumaira just smiled, while Bunga almost jumped in shock. Her heart was beating fast due to Artha's unexpected embrace. As he recalled, they did not make a hug scenario.

*Connected*