Teasing A Naughty Husband
Sudden attack from husband

"Hi, Honey. Brother here too?" ask Artha.

"Yes. You–"

"Oh, that. Artha came because Bunga said he was having lunch with, Brother," replied Artha as she pulled a chair beside Bunga.

"I think it's her husband? Caught cheating wet, huh," the same mother sneer.

Artha turned to look at the woman. He doesn't know the situation, but guesses if people think wrongly of his wife. Flowers, the woman he married was not a bad woman. It felt like he wanted to scold people who spoke ill of Flowers, but he did not want to embarrass himself in public.

"Have you eaten, honey?" ask Artha gently.

Flowers looked up, staring at the bead of eyes as close as dark brown. Her heart beat fast hearing the affectionate call from her husband. It was a little sad because the man was just her contract husband. Especially when the shadow of Elena's face appeared in the Flower's memory, suddenly tears slid without excuse.

"Why crying? I'm sorry if I'm a little late, jammed because of it," comforted Artha as she wiped the tears on her spongy cheek.

"It's okay. I just miss .." he said with a blush.

"I'm the same. I miss you so much" replied Artha with a loving look.

Alden's hands clenched under the table. Look at a couple of people who are in love. Alden thought that Artha's forced marriage would not make his sister fall in love. Moreover, he still had Elena.

"Ekhem! I know you're newlyweds, but there's no need to show off in front of me either, right. Ck!" Alden pretended to tease them.

Artha only responded with a faint smile. When he received the message from Bunga, he was very angry. The message of Flowers saying it was uncomfortable to have lunch together with Alden made his emotions peak.

If not in a public place, Artha would have hit her sister for daring to approach Bunga. Meaning that the girl had replaced Elena since they first met. Whether he realized it or not, he had been in love with the Flower ever since.

***

Lunch passed more quietly after Artha came. Now they have arrived home. Flowers came into her room and Artha sat on the sofa of the family room.

The back rests with one arm covering the eyes. The feeling was more and more not because he saw the brother looking at Flowers like prey when in the cafe earlier, like the man wanted to snatch Flowers from him.

"Damn it! How dare he approach my wife," murmured Artha who growled at Alden's behavior.

Flowers that had just come out of the room after changing clothes, accidentally heard Artha's curse. Her heart flowered to see Artha jealous. Think of a prank idea to provoke greater jealousy.

"You're not back in the office?"

"No" answered Artha, briefly.

"Why? I was just about to leave," Bunga said as he glanced at the man beside him.

Artha glanced sharply, then said, "where else are you going?"

"To my house, I was. Where else to go" Flower.

"Alden is there, right?" ask with eyes.

He suspects Bunga for wanting to return to the production house even though Alden often comes there. Don't-don't he just don't want to be caught cheating just calling Artha to the cafe? Do they have a special relationship? All those envy-filled questions flashed in Artha's heart.

"Em ... may .. exist," replied Flowers doubtfully.

"Keep, why go back there? Didn't you say you were uncomfortable with her? You ... don't plan on cheating on me, do you?" Artha asked while pointing at the face of the Flower.

"A year later, right, I'm single. There is no harm in finding a replacement right now. But, you take it easy because I won't cheat with your sister," her god in a spoiled tone.

Grep's!

"Aah!" Flowers scream in shock.

Artha pulled the Flower's hand until her body hit the chest of the husband's field. The girl widened as Artha's lips clung swiftly to her lips. Soft, wet, and warm. A sensation that has never been imagined.

The rebellious flower was weak, but her husband hugged her even tighter. Slowly but surely, the girl's eyes began to close. The hot atmosphere during the day made both of them sweat.

"Lep–"

"I'm not done talking yet" grumbled the Flower with pursed lips.

"Not done talking, I know what you're going to say. Stay like this, just for a moment" said Artha while hiding his face in the niche of the wife's neck.

A heavy gust of breath Artha swept over the Flower's neck. The girl's blood. His heartbeat rose until he felt short of breath.

"The sound is beautiful" the man murmured.

"Hm? What sound?" The flower frowned.

"Your heartbeats, her voice is so beautiful. I like it" replied Artha as she withdrew from her wife.

"I-I'm .. want to go," he said awkwardly.

Flowers rose from the sofa with red faces. Quick footsteps headed for the room and slammed the door in a hurry. His body slumped and sat leaning behind the door.

He must have been angry to the point of slamming the door.

Artha let out a heavy breath. Increasingly frustrated with the state of his household based on a contract letter. If time can be repeated, Artha will choose to speak honestly. He is willing to marry Bunga because he has feelings.

"Can I fix this mistake?" Artha muttered in worry.

***

Until the night crawled, Flowers didn't come out of the room. He only sent a short message to Ani, telling the girl that he would not return to the production house today. She was too awkward to meet her husband.

The sound of knocking on the door sounded. Artha calls Flowers for dinner. The housekeeper was out shopping with the driver.

Coincidental or planned by Artha? Until they finished eating, the housekeeper and driver still did not return. They sat in the living room waiting for the two men to come home.

"Why hasn't he come back yet?" Artha muttered as she looked at the door.

"They, where?" ask the flower, break the silence.

"To buy a tie for a meeting tomorrow morning" replied Artha.

"Dasi? Isn't it, it's been a lot? Why buy again? How to make all these nights again," Flower murmured.

"Yes, anyway. It's just, like there's nothing that matches the suit I want to wear tomorrow," he said, scratching his head, then smiling faintly.

"Masa? Follow me! Let me see" said Bunga, pulling Artha's hand to bring her to the room.

Artha smiled with a difficult look. As if everything went according to plan. Did he intentionally create that scenario? To get his wife to go to Artha's private room.

Arriving in the room, Bunga let go of Artha's hand. Then, his hand opened the wardrobe. Look for a tie that matches the maroon suit that Artha will wear tomorrow morning. A diagonal striped tie attracts the attention of Flowers.

"Because the shirt and suit are dark in color, I think this dusty color would fit. Try it first," suggested the flower.

"no need. Whatever you choose, I'll wear it" seduced Artha while poking her chin.

"Ish .. what, anyway," the blushing Flower grumbled.

"Hey," call Artha gently.

"What?"

"Come on, do it again," Artha replied with a mysterious smile.

"Do ... what?" bunga asked while staring at the two brown eye beads with a strange look.

"Kiss" he answered briefly.

"Huh?"

*Connected*