Teasing A Naughty Husband
The Origin of Alden Arkan

"Take me off" the Flower asked in a soft voice.

"don't want. You're still craving the problem" Artha said without loosening a hug.

"No. Let go of me now," he said lazily.

"I'm sorry about Elena. Can you give me some time to explain?"

"I'm tired, Ar. Let's talk about it next time, "bunga replied while bowing his face.

He did not want to show his disappointed face. He expected an explanation, but his heart was not ready. What if Artha decides to part with him and return to Elena?

"alright. Have a good night" said Artha while peeping the top of the flower's head.

The thin smiling flower. There is a sense of happiness in the midst of disappointment that is whack. Can he be greedy, wanting the man's heart to be his.

***

Khumaira sat on the back porch. A cup of warm green tea and the sound of relaxation music accompanied the relaxing event of his morning. Hendry came with a cup of milk coffee without dregs.

"Morning, it's daydreaming. What's up, Ma?" Henry remembered his wife's habits well.

When there is a problem that disturbs the mind, Khumaira will play relaxation music from the phone. He who is usually busy arranging flowers in the pot, but chose to sit back. Ignoring all the usual work that accompanied his days.

"There's nothing, Pa," she replied, sipping tea.

"Don't lie. Papa knows very well, if Mama sat here early in the morning, there must be something to think about. Tell papa," said Hendry, persuading his wife to tell him a story.

Khumaira also told her heart. He hears from one of the boutique employees who accidentally sees Artha meeting Elena. The woman fears her son will return with Elena and divorce Bunga.

Hendry listened to his wife's complaints that were expecting Artha and Bunga's relationship to run smoothly. His wife loved Bunga, as well as Hendry. He also really likes flowers that have good nature and obedience.

"Artha said it herself, kok, equally papa. He said he loved flowers. So, how could he possibly go back to Elena. Mama take it easy," comfort Hendry.

"But, Pa. .. Elena has been dating Artha for years, while with Bunga it's only been a few months. Mama was worried that Artha's feelings had changed" she said with a sad face.

Behind the window, Alden steals the conversation between his parents. He smiled wickedly. Elena's arrival seemed to bring him some benefits.

Goody. If Elena comes to snatch Artha from the Flower, then I can get the Flower with Elena's help. I need to meet Elena and get her to work together.

Alden stepped away in a hurry until his feet hit the foot of the table in the living room. The flower vase in the center of the table was rolled over, the water spilled, and soaked the carpet and the tip of Alden's trousers. The noise was heard all the way to the back terrace.

"What's up, Al?" Hendry asked as he looked at Alden's feet.

Hendry and Khumaira ran into the living room shocked to hear the sound of falling objects. Apparently, the flower vase that accidentally fell. They worried about Alden's condition until he turned the man's body to check.

"Are you all right, honey? Not hurt, is it?" Khumaira asked after twisting her son's body.

"Al's okay, Ma. Instead, my favorite flower vase, Mama, broke. Sorry, Ma," Alden said with a guilty face.

He noticed Alden's appearance from head to toe. Alden usually wakes up later in the day if there is no work. But today he woke up early.

"Al's going to get some entertainment, Ma. Stay home" he replied, reasoned.

"Don't you go on a date? Your sister is married, you know," seduced Hendry with a meaningful smile.

"Just pray, Pa. Hopefully Alden meets the angel in the park, haha," Alden lapsed.

They laugh crisply. After Alden passed away, Khumaira's carefree smile turned mellow. He stared at Alden's departure until the black car was nowhere to be seen.

"Did you, Papa, feel the same way as Mom?" Khumaira asked spontaneously.

"Feel what?" asked Hendry while staring in the same direction with eyes squinting in wonder.

There was nothing after Alden's car went missing at the end of the road. What did his wife see? Why does his face seem to have such a heavy burden of mind?

"Alden, he …." 

Khumaira turned her eyes to her husband. He seemed hesitant to continue his words. When looking at the husband's face, Khumaira's heart did not have the heart.

They had promised not to discuss Alden's past to death. However, lately Khumaira's heart was slightly disturbed by Alden's attitude. The man behaved as usual at home but was so different when out of sight of his parents.

"Mama remember, right, our deal? What, Mama, will discuss Alden's origins now? Mama knows that papa doesn't like that, but .. forget it."

Hendry passed to go to the room. He was upset when Khumaira talked about Alden, but had not said anything. Alden's origins provide bad memories for their households.

How not? While they were still enjoying the beauty of the honeymoon, a woman came with a boy. Before deciding to convert, Hendry had a relationship with the woman.

Alden is not Hendry's flesh and blood. However, because Alden's real father did not admit it, his ex-lover brought Alden to him. The woman was seriously ill and her life was not saved.

Inevitably, Hendry took care of Alden as his son. Hendry moves home to hide the fact that Alden is not his biological son. They swore to bring the truth to death.

"Fruit falls not far from the tree. Alden's real father was a jerk. It's not that I don't know Alden's behavior out there, it's just .. hah," sighed Hendry with a heavy sigh.

Hendry always watched Alden and Artha through his men. Although he does not seem to interfere in the lives of his two sons. However, he keeps a close eye on them to make sure they don't make trouble outside the home.

I know, Ma. Alden's return from abroad this time is not just a vacation. She is interested in the relationship of Flowers and Artha. But, I won't let him ruin the happiness of our son, Ma. It won't.

Hendry grabbed a cell phone lying on the nightstand. Pressing a contact number and ordering something. His face was as cold as the frozen north pole.

"Make sure you don't get caught by them!" threaten Hendry before ending the voice call on his phone.

He stepped towards the balcony and stood up with a grin. Both of his hands held the balcony guardrail firmly. His teeth were bluffing until the wrinkles on his neck were pulled upwards. Hendry, who had a relaxed and dignified face, now looked like a wolf who was about to go hunting. The face he never once showed in front of his gentle wife.

*Connected*