90 Days Pursuing My Husband's Love

Sweet Attitude Arnold (Chapter 11)

I looked at Arnold intently, what was wrong with him why he suddenly behaved strangely and just kept asking me about dating.

I exhaled violently, no longer wanting to deal with Arnold. I'd better avoid it. But because my cold attitude made Arnold even more interested in my question.

"Come on tell me, why are you going out with me?"

Again and again I just kept quiet. Trying to avoid it I turned on my car and stepped on the gas pedal to get out of here.

I was startled by Arnold's act of jumping on the hood of my car. Instantly I braked suddenly, immediately came out and cursed loudly at Arnold.

"Are you crazy? You want to die, right?" I shouted while examining his body that was likely injured due to the impact earlier.

Strangely Arnold actually smiled at me who looked worried about his condition.

"Seeing you worry about me like this makes me even more convinced that you love me so much." Arnold said that made me feel wrong.

"That's it, don't talk nonsense. For your actions, I don't like it. You're stupid, your actions are dangerous, they could hurt both of us." My yelling.

"But, we're okay, right?" Arnold interrupted me. "Then let's go home now."

My heart was beating so fast as Arnold grabbed my hand, took me into the car and now he's in the steering wheel.

Along the way, Arnold was so nice to me. Sometimes he rubbed my head and smiled. His smile is so sincere. A smile I've never seen in three years.

'Oh my God, what dream was I last night to get this pleasure.' I said in my heart.

After a while of driving, the two of us finally arrived home.

Arnold opened the car door for me and, holding my hand, walked into the house. Something that had never happened before in these three years.

We both went into the Villa where I had spent the last three years living together with Arnold. There are not many sweet memories in this villa, because there is never love in it.

Arnold and I are husband and wife. In fact, to do a husband and wife relationship like a married couple in general. But what is different is the love that exists. I love Arnold, but Arnold loves Viona. How ironic.

"Sit here." Pinta Arnold made me sit at the dinner table.

"What do you want to do?" I ketus.

"You just wait, I'll be right back." Arnold answered as he ran upstairs.

I'm sure he'll change his clothes, and it turns out to be true. Now he was wearing a white T-shirt and knee-length brown pants. His appearance like this always stunned me. I'd rather see him dressed like this than him wearing a suit every day.

Arnold then walked towards the kitchen which did not have a partition with this dining room.

I used to think I'd be happy to be married to Arnold. So, I asked to make a kitchen like this. My point is none other than when I cook, my husband can freely see me from this dining table.

But what happened was the opposite. I always cook by myself. In fact, I often ate it alone even though I intended for Arnold because he never came home.

Arnold was seen picking up some sort of groceries in the fridge. He began to take out two large carp and other materials.

Arnold painstakingly began to clean and dismember the fish.

Because judging from the various food ingredients he used, it shows that Arnold will cook fish soup.

Sure enough, after half an hour of waiting, Arnold served me a bowl of fish soup.

"Eat! I hope you like it. Because I see you've been cooking fish soup all this time. So I cooked it special for you." Arnold said to me.

'Did he cook this fish soup specifically for me?'

Arnold probably thought I liked this fish soup, because for the last three years when he had time at home, I always made fish soup with him because I thought he was the one who liked this fish soup.

'Am I wrong?' Or Viona who has deceived me?'

My memory goes back to the past where I met Viona at the supermarket while buying meat. I remember very well that day he said that Arnold really liked fish soup.

"I'm sure you'll cook that meat for Arnold? Aye right? If you want to make Arnold's stomach comfortable, then make him some fish soup." Viona said to me at the time.

I'm the one who doesn't believe in telling her that she must be lying. But one word that made me believe and finally always made me fish soup for Arnold.

"Arnold likes to eat fish because of me. I love fish so much that it makes him love fish."

From then on I started cooking fish soup for Arnold, hoping he would like it. Because I've heard someone say, "to win a husband's heart, make his stomach full of good food that we cook ourselves."

Seeing Arnold make this chicken soup for me makes my heart so happy. Arnold rarely cooks for me, or even never.

"Hey, why shut up? Let's get eaten." Arnold's recoiling speech scattered my daydreams.

I could only smile then take 2 grains of painkillers.

I started trying the fish soup Arnold made.

"Nob." My praise to the faithful Arnold sat in front of me, looking at me enjoying the soup he made.

His eyes made me nervous, my body stiff and hard to move. I'm like a robot, my movements are so stiff.

"You again?" Arnold asked me to add to my fish soup.

I shook my head quickly, not wanting any more soup. For a moment I was hypnotized with Arnold's sweet demeanor. But now my consciousness is back.

The man sitting in front of me is Arnold Setyawan, my husband. The husband I love so much, but in reality he can't return my feelings. And even love another woman. The woman who made him so crazy.

'No! I don't want to be stupid to her, I'd better just go now.'

I stood up and walked to the kitchen and washed the bowl of fish soup I had eaten. Then back to the dining table. Without sitting down again, I grabbed my phone on the table.

"Thank you for the fish soup. So yummy. But I have to go right now. Excuse me first." I said to Arnold and then walked out of the house.

But, Arnold blocked my steps. And asked me: "Why rush off? You still haven't told me why you want to date?"