The Marriage of Mr. Arogan
Make me a potion!

The atmosphere that afternoon was very bright, but not as bright as Mark, who had to be a mosquito repellent in the car. How not, from earlier he felt uncomfortable driving because his eyes accidentally looked at the rearview mirror and saw the romantic scene of Mr and Nyonya.

"Honey, amused," Amey whispered.

Arsen is not. He hugged Amey and kissed her on the neck.

"Darling, stop. Shame on Mark!" said again.

"What's wrong. He's a regular. It's nothing like what Jodi always witnessed, "breathing Arsen around Amey's neck.

"You mean?" telling forehead.

Realizing his words, Arsen widened his eyes. He slipped. Of course Mark almost every day witnessed the indecent scene of his Master. Arsen had even ridden a woman in front of Mark, but because Mark still had common sense, it was Mark who stayed away and looked for a safe zone.

"Why silence? What do you mean by what?" amey.

Mark chuckled softly. No, Mr. keceplosan. Basic casanova! he swore in his heart.

"It's nothing. I just misspoke."

"Ahhhh, Honey!" Amey fizzed as Arsen raised Amey on his lap.

Arsen hugged his wife who was still wearing a white wedding dress. The woman was uncomfortable as Arsen sat her on Arsen's lap. Of course it was uncomfortable because Amey's head had to be subdued, otherwise it must have hit his head on the roof of the vehicle.

"Arsen! This time I wasn't kidding. Lower me!" rontah Amey's.

"Who said you were kidding. I just want you to stick with me" whispered Arsen in a soft tone.

Amey was at a loss for words. She did not understand her husband's behavior. Amey chose silence, so that Arsen did not do much.

The bukkk!

"Ohh, my head!" peek Amey while rubbing the top of his head.

"March! Are you vengeful, huh? Car secure! You hit my wife's head!" snapped Arsenic.

"I'm sorry, sir. I have to drive this car, because it's after Nensi and Zoey. It looks like they're going to be troublemaking again" Mark said.

Arsen. He sat Amey back beside him. "Honey, where's the pain?"

Amey silence. Face pouting. It seems he is sulking. Arsen stroked Amey's head gently and kissed her forehead. "Memey honey, are you mad at me?" lirih Arsenic.

The woman threw her face to the side. Arsen turned Amey's face back on with his hand so Amey glanced at her. "Don't talk to me!" hatchlings.

"Memey honey, don't be mad. I'm innocent, that single man is wrong." Arsen turned to look at Mark, he tightened his jaw. The sign that he was starting to grow angry with Mark. "March! Car's edge. Because of you, my memey is mad at me!"

Amey swallows saliva. He knew that if Arsen had pulled the car over, Mark was in danger. A memory flashed through Amey's mind. Where he had once felt the same situation as that. He had witnessed if Mark's face was battered by the deadly fist of the king.

"My husband, I'm not mad at you. Let Mark drive. Later we can lose track of Grandma and Zoey," Amey said.

"Memey, aren't you mad at me anymore?" ask Arsen gently.

"Yes, Honey. I'm not angry anymore, so stop doing weird things."

Sir you're very funny. It turns out this is your true nature if you are kasmaran. Haha. I can't imagine if the young Madam dumped you, how would that be? Haha. I'm curious.

"MARK!"

"Yes, Sir?"

"I know what you're thinking!"

"What, Master?"

Arsen clenched his hands.

"Darling, that's it. Remember that! twelve rounds are waiting for you," Amey said, forced to have Arsen's emotions ransacked.

Arsen was silent for a moment. A sly grin on his lips. This time it was not emotional. Of course he was very happy, actually from now on he could not bear to do it with his wife. Wanting to hurry he returned to the mansion to do the struggle.

Twelve rounds? I seem to understand what the lady meant. Oh Gosshh! Die tonight, madam! I pray for you to be strong enough to withstand the turmoil of little brother Master who is very cruel, wild and ferocious!

***

Time had already shown at four in the afternoon when they arrived at the mansion. Soffy's and Zoey's rails looked tangled. Their steps are slow like carrying a heavy burden on their shoulders. Their bodies pum melt.

"Bocil, gotot deh our plan," said Soffy lirih.

"Yes. And I really hope that we can see the beach, the trees and even watch the twilight!"

"Huhhhh! Braderrr Mark is really annoying! He even follows our movements."

"You're right, Grandma. I'm also upset about Mark!"

"Nensi, there's something I want to talk to you about" Arsen said flatly.

"Tumbens. What's the matter son-in-law?"

Arsen codes Zoey to leave her with Soffy. The girl understood and stepped away from Arsen and Soffy.

"Nensi, um .. a-what ..."

"Why are you talking soh kua? Gaje uh!" (What do you want to talk about? It's not clear!"

"Look, Nensi. I need something from you."

"Is that something?"

"That's ... " Arsen was confused to say it.

"Crazy daughter-in-law, I don't understand what you mean. You've wasted my time. I'm badmood so don't bother."

"Message! I will ease your punishment! But .." said Arsen made Nensi stop his steps.

"But ...?" with sparkling eyes.

"Make me that ..."

"That's what?! Come on, why do you look nervous."

"Did Nensi remember ever giving me 'that' and putting it in my suitcase on my honeymoon in Paris?"

A moment Soffy was silent. He thought back to Arsen.

"Nensi, you don't get senile! I need your help."

Platyakkk!

Arsen was surprised not to be upset. His emotions returned to dancing in the crown when Soffy snapped his finger at Arsen's eel. "Crazy son-in-law! I wouldn't be senile. You don't know who inherited this brain, do you?" pointing at the back of his head. "Robet Ensten!"

Arsen raised his eyebrows in half. "Who's Robet Ensten?"

"Ituloh, clever physicist! Ahhh you're stupid! Ahahaha! Soffy.

"Albert Einstein! Not Robet Ensten!" tukas Arsen.

"That's what I mean!"

"Yes, make me that drink again."

"alright. But on one condition."

"Say."

"Forget about my leniency, but you're cancelling your sentence to bring Bocil home. Let him in here."

Arsen took a moment. He's still thinking about Soffy's terms. Maybe it includes a pretty heavy condition for him, because only that time his order was contested. But what can I do, for twelve rounds nonstop.

"Deal!"

Soffy smiled with satisfaction. "Thirty minutes, jam potion! So wait. Oh one more thing, form my great-grandson into a very beautiful human being, I want the descendants of bule, hahaha!"

"No. My son must be a man."

"Suppit. What's important is cakepppp!" thumbs up.

"Of course handsome. What's the ugly side of a perfect guy like this, huh?!"

"How come you have noh tu supe's heart!" (Your ugly heart!)

"What does that mean?"

"You're so handsome, perfect and kind." Soffy smiled and walked away from Arsen.

"Clearly!" smirked.

***

Inside the room, Amey had already taken off her dress. He sat at the table looking at his face. "Twelve rounds? Holy hooch! Will I be able to? Ohhhh eel! You're so mighty." Amey begins to imagine Arsen's little brother being so powerful and venomous. "My friend tonight, don't kill me!"

To be continued ...

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