THE SECOND MARRIAGE
ANNOYED

After the meeting, Arsya decided to return to his office even though the time had indicated the end of working hours.

“Ren, please take Wafa home.” Arsya said to Reno, it makes Wafa turn to Arsya who looks busy with some files in his hand.

Some people have come out of the room, some are still doing unfinished tasks or just talking after being tired of doing work.

“Where are you going mas?” Ask Wafa at last.

“Office.”

“But it's time to go home.” Wafa said again.

Arsya did not answer, he continued to turn back some files that actually he himself did not know what he was doing.

“Mas.”

“Ren, do you hear me??” Arsya said with a high voice. Making the people who were still there look at Arsya with curious but also scared eyes.

Reno gasped in shock, as well as Wafa. Wafa did not think that Arsya was angry with him, even though he did nothing with Fahmi, Wafa's fault, he still wanted to listen to Fahmi and was spoken to by her ex-husband. But that was also done accidentally.

“Good sir.” Reno said, he looked at Wafa who looked down. “Come Fa.”

Wafa nodded, without saying anything else he left the room first.

“I excuse me sir.” Reno.

Arsya did not answer, he was busy cultivating emotions and hatred for Fahmi. As for Wafa, he was not angry, he was just annoyed and jealous. If only Wafa could firmly refuse, maybe Fahmi would not dare to touch the woman. If Wafa no longer wants to hear anything Fahmi says, Fahmi will not dare to be rude to the woman.

“Fahmi, how dare he touch mine. Wafa my wife, I will never let anyone touch her and be rude to her. I won't budge, because he's just mine.” Inner Arsya, his hands clenched strongly, even the man's handbooks looked bleached due to the hardness of his fist.

***

“Why are you battered like this mas??” Arini asked in a panic as Fahmi returned to her house. As far as Arini knew, Fahmi went to work, and the man's job was not a boxer, but now her husband came home battered with bruises.

Fahmi sat himself on the sofa, his face looking up with his eyes closed. His back that still feels sore he rests on the back of the sofa. “I'm not papa.” The answer is still with closed eyes.

“What is papa? Your face is full of wounds mas.”

“Ck, I know. Don't be noisy, I'm so tired.”

“Sorry, let me treat your wounds first.”

“No need.”

“But you can get a mas infection. This time just, please obey me mas.”

Arini looked at her husband wryly, her eyes filled with pleading. He went to his room to bring the medicine box and then came back to Fahmi.

“Hold yes mas, it will be a little sore.” Slowly, Arini cleaned her husband's wounds, the man looked grimacing and opened his eyes.

“Pelan-pelan. It hurts Rin.” Fahmi Sent.

“Sorry, I told you, hold on a little.” Arini blew Fahmi's wounds gently, her hands painstakingly clearing away the bruises and bloody wounds on her husband's face. “Actually what happened mas. Same story me, I'm your wife. At least, by telling stories will probably reduce the burden on your mind a little. I'm ready to listen to mas.”