True Love for Mas Arka
Chapters. 3

Be honest after hearing the words from Ila. Arka felt it was a funny and confusing thing. Ex who is Ila referring to, whether his ex-wife or Ila's ex-boyfriend is his wife.

In his brain he filled the question mark. With a face holding back laughter mixed in confusion Arka tried to overcome the situation. Moreover, Ila's crying that had not stopped since had really made her feel bad.

“What do you mean ex who is Ardila?”

Trying to put a firm face Arka asked when asking this wife. Even now Arka's car was deliberately clamped to the side of the road in order to stop the cry of his little wife who he had just married this morning.

“Pak om mas thinker ngak, live alone with random thinking muan enter and target finish college 3.5 years how can I have an ex girlfriend, ex gebetan aja ngak there let alone ex-boyfriend. Yes obviously former pak om mas dong which I discussed.” Ila's voice was heard restraining her emotions and almost shouting.

“I ngebayangin ngak funny aja ntar our story as a felem felem indosiar, later when I was pregnant big eh pak om mas even CLBK am former it was very unfair for me. I am getting more depressed with this marriage. You understand not my mood. Never been in a serious relationship with any man and then surprised in a day to be married to a widower who has experience of marrying for 10 years, obviously I feel insecure about this marriage.” this time Ila's tears and emotions are no longer contained.

“Awas aja if pak om mas dare to lakanin it fitting I am pregnant big later I cut the crow pak om mas, I ngak play main loh. One more because you are married I mean pak om mas already full of my husband. I do not want 1% only because we are married forced pak om mas must be 100% so my husband so if there are aunty antenjen who approached do not expect them to calm down, om mas sir, remember that.” threatened Ila on Arka with a face that looks funny with eyes and nose reddened by long crying.

“One more thing I want this marriage is really true like his original marriage I do not want tuh no name split apart the bed just because the matchmaking wife and so forth. For me the wedding is sacred and I hope pak om mas more understanding about this in because pak om mas it is old.” said Ila emphasized the word he told Arka.

Both of Arka's parents were no longer able to hold the happy laughter that had been inflate on her lips. They did not choose the wrong ghost for their beloved child. Ila is the right choice.

“Alhamdulillah yes ma Ila would like to receive Arka whose age is far above Ila.” papa Wiryo staring with a happy hue that is clearly visible on his face is old.

“Mama is also happy pa, hopefully Ila can be a good mother for Seno and Arshaka.” Mama looked ahead expectantly.

“Yes God funny my wife, I guess because I do not want to accept our marriage it turns out that he is even more open mind than me O Allah may I be able to happy him and make us a family that is always in the protection of grace and grace mu Ya Allah.” Inner happy arc while looking at the wife with glassy eyes.

Slowly but surely Arka's hands both are on the cheeks and beautiful have a sweet girl who is now his wife, then slowly wipe her tears with her thumb. For a moment Arka sighed.

“Thank you for thinking so long about our wedding dear. Just do not om and sir in the inclusion sounds strange. Mas want us the same learning yes to accept each other both from the habits that will change and because mas know the wife is not unemployed as people see, and because they are not unemployed, mas wife is also a busy person because it has its own business mas will still use a nanny aunt for our child, the, but I hope you still try to get closer to them anyway Seno despite 8 years with her mother but 100% she is under the care of her babysitter aunt.”

Slowly but surely Arka close his face to his wife he kissed his wife's forehead with a sudden atmosphere of syahdu and romantic. Then the kiss went down to the eyes and continued on the cheeks then a glance at Ila's lips. This succeeded in making Ila's cheeks blush in the middle of her pale face because her head was dizzy for too long crying.

Ila could not help but cry her happiness, Ila rushed to embrace the husband with a look of hope and a face that blushed because of the words of her old husband.

“Iya mas Ila want, guide Ila to be a good connecting mother for our children yes mas. Ila has never had a child Ila needs guidance from the mas. Ila want to learn to accept each other with Arka.” mas

They hugged him tighter, until the arka released him and peeked back his wife's smooth forehead then stole the sweet-lipped kiss of his little wife with a happy feeling.

“Now you sleep our journey is still far away and mas ngak want the head of this beautiful mas wife dizzy in because of crying and also staying up late.” Arka said while lowering the position of the car seat to be more backward and comfortable to sleep in.

“Good night wife, sweet dream.”

“Night husband, be carefull I’m with you.”

Then slowly Ila began to close her eyes her heart began to calm down because what Ila was worried about did not happen, she said, even her husband with open arms is willing to accept what is not what this is compared to adult women who might just pursue and approach Arka.

Arka drove with a calm and happy heart once in a while at a glance at his wife who began to sleep in her dreamland. The hope that once had wanted to be buried back to the surface in the hope of re-building a harmonious and harmonious and romantic household with his current wife.

“Alhamdulillah pa, I am grateful to have succeeded in forcing Arka to marry Ila. Hope Ila can be a connecting mother and a good wife."

"Seno and Arshaka desperately need a mother figure at this early age" Farida's mother said.

“Aamiin.”

“It's a good thing we installed a voice eavesdropper in Arka's car yesterday yes pah, at the suggestion of Ryan's end we know what they are talking about.” said mama.

“Iya ma, papa seneng now focus we live with Dimas and his wife who want to give birth in Kalimantan.

See you next chapter........