Teasing A Naughty Husband
A moving morning

Artha stood beside the balcony guardrail of the room. Tonight, she has become the fiancee of Flowers. He stared at the ring on his ring finger.

"I'm sorry, Elena. In fact, if you come back .. I won't be with you anymore."

He kissed the ring while imagining the face of the Flower smiling widely. Just the first time, Artha felt a feeling that appeared in a short time. The first time he was in a relationship with Elena, it was because Elena kept clinging to him first.

His love grows out of habit. Yes, a habit of being together all the time. Artha did not feel palpitating when she decided to have a love affair with Elena.

However, his feelings for Flowers were very different. Having met three times, he always felt nervous and pounding when he saw the face of Flowers. Her happiness cannot be measured or described in words.

"I don't believe this. I ... am really engaged to her," she muttered with a smile of her own.

***

"flower! You're asleep, honey?"

"No, Ma. Go in, the door is unlocked" said Bunga from the inside.

Hartini pushed open the door and approached her daughter. The girl sat by the window with a grim face. He still does not believe that, he finally made a deal with Artha.

"You ... crying?"

"Hiks …. No, Madam. This is because the eyes of the flower itch, so watery," he replied.

Flowers try to hide their sadness from Hartini. However, that middle-aged woman could not be fooled. He saw sadness in his daughter's oval eyes, but he couldn't do anything.

"Son Artha's a good boy, honey. I'm sure your father won't choose the wrong man as your life partner. Maybe ... You don't have the feeling of love for Artha yet, but as you promised mom and dad, you will try to cultivate that feeling. I hope you keep your promise" said Hartini. He ended his speech with a kiss on the girl's forehead.

Flowers can only nod. One years. He must be able to figure out a way to get Artha to give up on the engagement.

"Sorry, Mom. Flowers can try to foster feelings of love if Artha is still alone, but .. the man has a lover. So, Flowers do not want to bother doing things in vain. Flowers can't keep promises," murmured Flowers, wiry.

The girl muttered softly after Hartini came out and closed the room door. He stared at the tiny, sweet-looking diamond ring on his little finger. Bunga opened the phone screen and saw the recording during the engagement this afternoon.

He sent the video to Ani. The young girl who had been waiting since yesterday. Ani even sent out a chain message with the same threatening words.

If it was done by someone else, the Flower must have trembled in fear. But, because Ani sent, she only laughed while reading it. Not long after the video was sent, Ani sent a short message via medsos.

"Gee …! He's very handsome, brother. Can't wait, let's see the real one ."

"Ck! You little girl. What is the difference between video and original? That's-that's the guy, too," Flower grumbled.

He refused to type a message. As was the custom of the girl, if Bunga did not reply to her message, she must have made a video call. However, Bunga was forced to reject a video call from Ani this time. He was very tired and needed rest.

The next morning, Hendry, Artha, and Khumaira pick up Bunga to return to Jakarta together. Before leaving, they had breakfast together first. Hendry talked to Amir, while the others only focused on eating food cooked by Hartini wholeheartedly.

"You haven't been to my house in a long time. Come with me there for a few days. Itung-itung, you're on vacation with your wife," Hendry asked.

"Well, it's been a long time. But, I can't trouble my wife to take me for a walk out of town. The condition of this body is very fragile. Like a tree, it has withered and died, "Amir licked.

"Father must live long if you want to see the flower married," he said slowly while holding back tears.

The laughter of the two men stopped. The atmosphere becomes haru because of the words of Flowers. Amir stood up, then circled the table, and stopped beside his daughter.

Amir hugged the seated Flower with his head bowed. Now, the girl's face was set on the father's thin stomach. His crying broke, making Khumaira and Hartini also sobbed sadly.

"Hiks …. Hicks …."

"Sshh .. don't cry. I will definitely accompany you on your wedding day. Don't you know that your father is very strong? I'll definitely see you get married and have some cute kids. Dad will be a very happy grandfather" Amir said, patting his daughter on the back.

Bunga is the only daughter of Mr. Amir. They must have felt hard to part. But, hasn't the Flower been living apart with them for a long time? It shouldn't matter, right, if Bunga comes back to town with me and papa, mama?

Seeing his fiancee sobbing, he was eager to be in the position of Amir. Hugging and calming the girl, giving her attention, and great love. Artha shook her head strongly as she realized that she was jealous of her own future in-laws.

"Sir Artha, why? Headache?" Hartini saw the man shake his head and thought Artha was sick.

"No, Ma. Artha is fine. Thank you for your concern," Artha replied awkwardly.

The day's event ended after Bunga could control himself. The girl stopped crying, then went to the room to tidy up her makeup. When the time comes, they will have to return to Jakarta.

"Because I want Bunga to bring a car, Artha should sit with Bunga."

"Good, Pa." Artha replied with a burning spirit. He opened the car door for Bunga and asked for the keys to the girl's car. Artha could not possibly let her precious fiancee become a driver.

"Amir, we have to go now. If there is any problem, please do not hesitate to contact us" said Hendry.

"Yes. I'm sending you a flower. All of you, be careful on the road" replied Amir.

Hartini and Amir followed Hendry and Bunga's car to the gate. They waved their hands while holding back the cries. It was like they would never see each other again.

In the car, the flowers were crying. Artha could not comfort her because she was not so close to the girl. He felt the tightness of hearing the cry of Flowers, but could only silence a thousand languages.

A cekitt!

Artha pulled over her car and suddenly hugged Bunga. Both of those black eyes widened. He pushed Artha until the man hit the car door.

"What are you doing?! Goddamn bum!"

"How can I be called a jerk when I try to comfort you?"

"What?! Ms …. Heh! You're just looking for an opportunity, right? You think I am, this, what?"

The flowers berate Artha who is considered impolite. They are engaged by the coercion of both parents, not because they love each other. Flowers consider it inappropriate, when they are not bound by love, but dare to touch.

"Then ... How do I entertain you? Hm …." Artha looked at him with smirking lips. I don't know what's on that guy's mind? The sharp look in his eyes made Flowers instantly cover his chest with both hands crossed.

*Connected*