Teasing A Naughty Husband
Lightning

Alden was in the balcony of the room. He returned the hateful words he heard in the mall. When he turned his head, no one stood behind him, everyone passed by and talked to their friends.

"I'm sure there's someone muttering in the back. But ... no one has the same voice as the one muttering about Flowers," he muttered as he lit a match.

Then, he ignited a whirring of tobacco that was inserted on both sides of his lips. Sucking the cigarette deep and blowing the smoke into the air. Whenever a lot of thoughts were troubling, Alden could spend a pack of cigarettes overnight.

In front of his parents, Alden did not even dare to touch the wrapper, different if he was alone in his room. Image Alden as a quiet and shy brother has always been the pride of both parents. Unfortunately, Artha had never felt the kindness of the man since childhood.

Alden always pressured Artha not to stand out. If Alden is nicknamed a submissive child by the neighbors, then Artha is the opposite of her brother. While the youngest man in the family did not care about the views of the people towards him.

The sound of knocking on the door blew Alden's daydream. He rushes to put out a cigarette and a piece of candy to disguise the smell of tobacco in his mouth. After being sure it did not smell like cigarettes, he opened the door.

"Mama. What's up, Ma?" alden asked while tidying up his messy hair.

"You're asleep? Is mama bothering?" Khumaira asked carefully.

"No. Al's playing a game, really, Ma. Where it might be annoying," he replied while pretending to look at the phone.

"Mama wants to talk to you. Can, right?" Khumaira asked again to make sure his presence did not disturb the eldest son.

Alden sat with his mother in the living room. Hendry had been asleep since eight, while Khumaira was unable to close her eyes and kept thinking about her two sons. Like there is a fog that envelops the relationship of the brothers.

At first he did not bother and thought it was just his negative thoughts. However, the estrangement of Artha and Alden's relationship is increasingly apparent. In fact, he felt hatred from Artha's eyes.

Not only from his son, but also from Bunga, the daughter-in-law who recently entered his family. If it was just Artha, he didn't feel strange. The flower had only met a few times with Alden, but the girl seemed to be avoiding Alden.

"What do you want to talk to? Why do we have nights like this? Is there an urgent problem?" alden asked as he looked at his mother's face with a probing look.

"none. Mama just wanted to ask about your relationship with Artha. You guys ... are okay, right?" Khumaira asked with a full glance.

"I mean, Mama, what?" alden asked with an innocent look. 

The look on his face is very easy to deceive the eyes of others. During this time, Artha was fooled by the angel's face. Since the problem that occurred in the High School, since then Artha knows what the real face of Alden.

"Look, you guys are a little bit away. Mama is worried that you have a problem" Khumaira said with a heavy sigh.

"We're doing fine. Al and Artha are just busy, Ma. Moreover, Artha just got married and entered the papa company. He's very busy. Unlike Al who is not ready to enter the papa company," he said with a faint smile.

"Thank God then. Mom was glad to hear it. Then, what about your sister-in-law?"

"flower means? He's good" he replied briefly.

"Mama knows she's good. Mama's point is not that, but—"

"Our relationship is good too. That's, right, who wants to, Mama hear?"

Their conversation is over. Alden returned to the room with a cynical smile. In his heart, he kept mentioning Artha's name.

'Artha, Artha, and Artha. Why should he be present in this world? If only he had never been born into the world, then I was the only child, and the only heir to the company.'

"Which mom?" ask Artha after work.

"Mama came home this afternoon after shopping with me."

The flower answered while tidying up the kitchen utensils she had just washed. After cooking, he arranged the food on the table, then washed the dishes. Right after she finished washing everything, Artha came home from the office.

"Oh," he replied slowly.

Artha was a little disappointed with her mother's return. I wish my mother would stay in that house. Only with the presence of Khumaira can the relationship of Artha and Bunga be a little more intimate.

"Do you want to have dinner or take a shower?" ask Bunga while smiling widely.

A smile that can raise Artha's heart rhythm. The man was fascinated until his mouth was wide open. While the Flower only looked at him with a strange look.

For a few moments he was glued. Until time feels like it has stopped. Artha's thoughts were swirling about the girl, the girl who had been officially redacted. However, Artha has not tasted the honey of Flowers to date.

Flowers patted the long and sturdy arms that had been pecking since. One clap, but no claps. He patted the arm a second time.

Puk!

"Yes!" Artha replied in a high tone in surprise.

"You why? Getting angry?" ask Flowers with teary eyes.

His face immediately changed. She thought Artha was angry that Bunga had driven Khumaira away. The girl explained that her mother-in-law wanted to go home of her own free will.

Artha hugged the now sobbing Flower. Feeling guilty made his wife cry when Bunga did nothing wrong. Surprisingly, the girl returned her embrace until Artha felt it was like a dream.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to accuse you of anything. I ... do not get angry and will not be able to be angry with a woman as beautiful as you," wooed the man while looking at him with a loving gaze.

The heart of the Flower thumped quickly as its eyes clashed against the eyes of the husband. Out of nowhere, Flowers suddenly tiptoed and kissed the man's lips as fast as lightning. Running quickly to the room after successfully making Artha's heart stop beating for a few seconds.

Flowers ... kiss me? It's not a dream, is it?

"Aw!" Artha squealed as her own pinched cheek hurt. "sickness …."

His smile grew wider as he realized that it was not a dream. The man pranced in joy like a child getting a gift when his parents came home after working all day. All of Artha's behavior did not escape the sight of a flower peering out of the slit of the door that was slightly open.

Like a child, hih.

Time for dinner. They just stared at the plate. Bunga and Artha did not dare to look at each other because they felt awkward. Their faces were red like cherry tomatoes.

They went back to sleep apart. Flowers returned to the room that Khumaira had been wearing for a while. It was not only Artha who felt empty, Flowers felt the same way. They slept in the same room and in the same bed. However, it was as if they had done that for years until it was uncomfortable to go back to sleep apart.

I can't sleep. Heart of Artha and Flowers.

*Connected*