Teasing A Naughty Husband
Engagement day (1)

Flowers sit in front of the dresser. A makeup artist was dressing the girl. Girls who rarely wear makeup other than powder feel very uncomfortable seeing their own appearance.

"Isn't it too thick, Ma'am?" Flowers kept staring at the reflection of his face in the mirror.

"No, kok. It's already the thinnest. Face, Ma'am, very clean. Without make up though, Ma'am, very pretty. I envy looking at the face, Ma'am," said the makeup artist.

The flower has a yellow skin. His face was clean with fine pores. Dioles of solid powder just a little, he already looks different.

According to some, she is a beautiful girl. However, he preferred it when anyone praised him sweetly. Usually, he blushed when praised in sweet black, even though his skin was not black.

"Mom, it could be."

"I'm honest, really." The makeup artist finished putting on the face of Flowers. Now, he helps the girl wear the cloth and kebaya that Bunga bought in the mall yesterday. "It's pretty. Pinter chose it," praised the makeup artist.

"Thank you, Ma'am."

"OK, just a little touch in the bun, and …. Perfect. Lookie! You are very beautiful and the makeup is not too thick" said the woman while helping to tidy up the back of the kebaya.

Hartini goes into the Flower room. Her eyes glazed over to see her daughter wrapped in white kebaya. He has long dreamed of this day.

"The beauty of the mother's child. Finally, I can see you wearing clothes like this," said Hartini while wiping the tears that fell without permission.

"Flower is sorry, because the new Flower can comply with the request, Mother," said Bunga with tears welling up at the corner of his eyes. It has just finished, as much as possible the flower should not shed tears.

"Thank you, son. You are willing to grant your mother and father's wishes. We better get out. Mr. Hendry's family will be here soon."

"Good, Mom."

The flower answered with a faint smile. She looked calm on the outside, but inside, the girl was very nervous. What kind of man would she marry? Good or not? All those questions revolved around his mind.

Hendry arrived in front of the Flower house. He went down with his wife, without Artha. All the relatives threw eyes at each other.

"Why just the two of them? Where's son?" One of the relatives whispered with her husband.

"Don't, don't …." The husband glanced at the left right before continuing his words. "Don't, don't, his son refused to be betrothed."

Although they whispered, but Bunga, Amirudin, and Hartini could hear it clearly. One of them said something very painful to a mother.

"Who would be betrothed to a spinster. Today's grandfathers are looking for one that is still ABG" chirped one woman.

The flower did not know who the person who spoke like that was, because that person was standing in the very back row. But one thing is certain, she is a woman. Flowers were fine hearing the sneer, but not with Hartini.

As a mother who had given birth and cared for Bunga, Hartini felt heartache. Her tears flowed along with sobs of restrained crying. If there were no Hendry and Khumaira, maybe the woman would have cried hysterically.

"Welcome, Mr. Hendry. Welcome, Miss Hendry," said Amirudin.

He welcomed them, even though they came without their son. Amir could not impose his will on the son of his friend. The matchmaking plan was indeed done without asking for the approval of both parties to be betrothed.

Flowers are willing after being persuaded by her, but Artha …. Amir could not persuade the boy, because that was not his right. Amir was disappointed, but he still smiled to welcome his best friend. They looked elbowed at each other, urging to speak to Amir.

"Let's go in" Hartini said as she wiped her tears with a tissue. It should not look painfully drawn out in front of guests.

"Thank you, Miss Amir. Em .... here .. Artha~" Hendry turned to his wife. He was confused to continue his words.

"Oh …." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They thought Khumaira and Hendry's sons had escaped.

"Ah, so it seems. Its alright. We can talk first while waiting for Artha's son." Amirudin smiled widely. He felt relieved.

Hendry and Khumaira entered with Amir and relatives who came to greet him. They gather in the living room that has been decorated with white shades in line with the kebaya that Flowers wear. Khumaira took the hand of her son-in-law.

"Our daughter-in-law's candidate is very beautiful, yes, Pa."

"Yes, Ma. It's lucky that our son gets the flower boy" replied Hendry.

"Tante could have," said the Flower with a blush face.

They talked in the living room. Sitting on the floor with a soft fur rug. Amirudin deliberately chose the concept of sitting lesehan, because he could not sit too long with legs dangling. Understandably, he is not healthy.

***

At the hotel, Artha tries to contact her lover, Elena. However, having already called twice, the girl still had not answered her call. Artha bet once again.

"This is the last one. If Elena still doesn't pick up the phone from me, I'll take the match."

Artha pressed the girl's contact number for the third time. There was the same personal connective tone as Artha's personal one. Yes, they did intentionally equalize the tone of the phone call.

"Hello, Elena!"

[Hello, Honey. I forgot to tell you, because I just opened the phone.]

"Oversea number code? Are you abroad? How, not saying good to me?" artha asked as she stared at the number plastered on the phone screen.

Artha had not known about Elena since they had a fight at the cafe the other day. She was shocked to hear that her boyfriend was abroad. Elena loves to travel, but always tells Artha before she leaves.

[Yes, sorry. Oh, ja. You called ... kangen, huh?]

"Hm. How long's it been there?"

[Two months.]

"That long?"

[Yes. I live at papa's relative's in Japan. If you miss, here, dong. Get me, let me go home sooner.]

Elena was casually joking. He didn't know, Artha was in a state of anxiety. On the one hand, he loved his father. On the other hand, he did not want to marry someone he had never met at all.

"I hung up. Happy holidays."

Artha threw her phone in the middle of the bed. He lay on his back with his legs dangling at the edge of the bed. Time and time again, he took a deep, deep breath, exhaling it slowly.

"It's just an engagement. I guess, no problem. As long as we're not married, I can still try to get the blessing to be with Elena."

Artha got up and put on her suit. He ordered a taxi and went to his parents' place at Amir's house. Hendry had already distributed the location to Artha, making it easier for the man to find Amir's home address.

*Connected*