True Love for Mas Arka
Chapters. 17

currently Arka and Ila are hugging on their bed. Arhaka fell asleep in her baby box. It was late at 12pm already. The two couples are still busy pampering each other by hugging each other on their mattresses.

Yes they have just performed worship together, yes worship husband and wife. Indeed since they married Arka and Ila really like to do pillow talk, for them it is the best way to understand each other couples. Maintain communication with each other.

“Ila bludwanan mas see why not too busy nulis which?” Ask Arka while stroking the hair of her wife who is leaning on her.

“Ila is still writing kok mas only when mas ngak at home, besides if there is a need for the publisher team Ila always ask for more time. Because Ila does not want Arshaka to be sick just because Ila is too busy working together. Not to mention mas Seno who often bully friends because his mother married again after the newborn Arshaka. I like to worry! Hence Ila lessin but still nulis,” Ila explained at length.

“Content yes dear you care deeply about our children.” Arka pecked Ila's head.

Ila was still leaning and hugging Arka tightly, to be honest, Ila was already drowsy. But seeing the husband still wants to tell the story Ila still trying to wake up.

Arka felt very uneasy in her heart. Actually, it has been almost a month this wife received chat from a number that even his wife did not save. Chat is a bad word to influence the wife to leave it. Still wet in his memory about the chat he read this morning.

“Do what the hell Ila you maintain a loveless marriage with your old husband, I know you do not want to reply to my chat for appreciating the feelings of your old husband is not it?” chat from Dion (a co-worker of Arka).

“Mas seriously want to be with you deck, you definitely want to be free to pursue your dreams? After later we get married we can stay in the US mas will inherit papa mas company and you can continue the s2 lecture that you dream of.” chat from Dion (a co-worker Arka).

“Your husband is a two-child widower, is old again. Try to open your eyes wide Ila! you're beautiful, smart, independent, she shouldn't have tied you up with those two damn kids!” chat from Dion (a co-worker of Arka).

“You must be very busy taking care of that tuyul child right until you can't reply to my message right?” chat from Dion (a co-worker of Arka).

Both Arka's hands clenched tightly and her hands were baring in the air as she recalled the chat. But Arka will still try softly on the wife no matter how all the chatter was only in reply some by Ila. on the other hand, the reply that Ila gave also confirmed if she and Ila were married.

Honey I hope you're honest and don't disappoint me.

“Which Mr Dion there is chat you ngak anyway since he save your number?”

“Every day mas.” Ila replied casually while mendusel desel Arka's chest, to eliminate her drowsiness.

“He said what?” Ask Arka again. Despite being jealous Arka is trying to neutralize her emotions.

“So he's studying again so PHO!” answer Ila who is sleepy but the husband does not want to sleep.

“What is it?” Ask Arka again.

“Read aja in wa Ila mas, mas, Ila drowsiness bobo yuk”

“Tomorrow Ila must prepare food for mas and children breakfast” explained Ila without any intention to switch the conversation.

“You don't think that's what if he likes you?” Ask Arka again.

“Akkh!”  Arka screamed stifled because Ila bit the chest of her field and when she looked towards Ila the wife, Ila's eyes were already glazed with glass.

“Ila tuh ngantuk mas not baper, anyway did baper kan every day already in baperin ama mas Arka. Restored again if the Arka mas baperin Ila. Ila tuh dantuk body Ila tired tired but can not sleep if mas still sitting like this, Ila want her bobonya in the hug mas.” Ila's tears were falling because she felt tired and wanted to sleep immediately.

Maybe if this is the first time he saw Ila crying just because tired and want to sleep Arka will be prejudiced, especially Ila for a month is always getting a container wa from Dion co-workers. He knows the cipher of all his wife's phones, explained Ila who told him about the neighbors.

Holding back the laughter of fear, Ila grew irritated and Arka lay down and wiped away his wife's tears.

“That's just a pity his crying time anyway?”

“Ya later ngak kebangun time mau tahajjud, Ila also want sahur tomorrow want to fast Monday. So go to sleep!” said Ila hugging Arka tightly as if Arka was her scroll. But it was always like that and Arka was very fond of this habit of his wife.

“Udah do not Dionan Dionan anymore, if the mas want baper do not am Dion can not sin ama Ila aja, Ila more beautiful than Dion. Ila is also sexier than Dion. Don't play Dion's ass. Enough mas ama Ila aja later mas sinned. Now hug Ila, Ila is tired. Want bobok.” replied Ila kayak people skidding.

“Yes Allah funny my wife, I fear she is a baper eh even I who allegedly like Dion, yes when men meet Astagfirullah man, there is aja.”

The atmosphere of this bright morning was started by Arka who was preparing to be ready with office clothes to teach to the campus where she worked. While Ila is neat with a hijab-hijab navy game in line with her gamis. Ila holds baby Arshaka in her arms and also gives baby Arshaka milk and bread as her baby breakfast this morning.

“Bundaaa, socks are no!” shouted Seno from the next room.” The door of Arka's room was open so that Seno's voice was very clearly heard by Ila.

“Yes Allah the child, if sholehnya kumat Alhamdulillah.”

Ila passed with an angry and upset face while Arka laughed while putting on her shirt buttons. His wife is that magical.

“Mas bundakan have told you not to shout this shout home is not a forest!” Ila said in a still stable voice to someone who was angry.

“Sorry mother,” replied Seno with a typical grin of herself.

“Hose socks in the usual place mas, well this new mother come directly to see.”

“Yaudah quickly yes son yes run out that you have breakfast later leave with papa ya!”

“My beloved mother, thank you mother.” replied Seno with his trademark smile.

“Yaudah mother wants to go to the room first, who knows papa needs help mother."

Coinciding with Ila who entered the room, Arka was holding her tie and hung it around her neck and walked closer to her beloved wife.

“That helps!” She kept quiet and patiently helped her husband wear a tie on his shirt.

“You were written the same Mr Dion in college? She likes the same kind?”

The question of success makes Arka confused. Mean what.

“You haven't turned, you still love me, right?" said Ila while tidying up her husband's tie.

“What do you mean?” Ask Arka.

“Last night mas said same baper sir Dion.”

“Astagfirullah is not that I mean that he chatted you emang you ngak baper with him, he's handsome that's what I mean by.”

Arka was really amused by his own words with his wife.

“Nak ah, mas aja already enough to baperin Ila. gantengan also husband Ila. because menandangin husband Ila this Ila get a bonus. Spartes on the side of Allah.” She smiled and stole a kiss on her husband's cheek.

“Open my wife a champion now.”

 That morning Ila just drove Arka and Seno up to the front porch because she had to type the script of the story that was already on the publisher team bill.

See you next chapter guys. Oh yes I want to tell you this story even though I update a lot in a day does not mean the story has long been idle on the laptop.

This story is actually just typed a few days ago, with a total of 2 chapters a day. So if the front of the update is a bit selow maklumi yes guys because. I have posted all hehehe.

The constructive advice and criticisms will be very glad I received ya guys.