Between Love and Obsession

ACDO Chapter. 39

Chapters. 39

Feeling uncomfortable sleeping with still wrapped in bride's kebaya, Areta ventured to open Henry's wardrobe. Looking for clothes he could wear there.

But what did he find?

Some lingerie is lined with various colors in the closet. Makes him shocked and astonished. And what makes her wonder is whose lingerie is that? Did Henry deliberately prepare the clothes for her?

"Basic pervert," he said, staring at the annoyed line of lingerie.

Not finding any clothes he could wear to sleep, he was about to close the closet again. But the movement of his hands stopped when accidentally his eyes caught a picture frame lying under the lingerie. Which made his curiosity piqued for a moment.

Smothering her mouth in disbelief, that was Areta's reaction when the photo was in her hands. The photo was of him in High School. Which somehow could be on Henry. Apparently the man never talked about his talk.

Hearing the sound of the door squealing open, he hurriedly kept the photo back in its original place. The closet was closed again. Luckily someone was heard calling out to Henry, so the man had not had time to enter the room as he hurriedly lay back on the floor with a blanket. It's okay tonight he sleeps with a kebaya. The discomfort of the kebaya he can still withstand than he had to stay up all night because of the man.

Entering his private room, Henry was again treated to the same view. Instead of sleeping on a soft bed, Areta sleeps on the floor with a blanket. How could his heart not see such a scene. The woman he loved was happy to torture herself.

For the time being Henry let Areta do it. Not wanting to disturb, he stepped his feet slowly towards the wardrobe. Open the closet to get a change of clothes. He went to the bathroom and changed his clothes there.

Before long he came out, taking his steps slowly towards the bed.

Though his bed looks alluring tonight. The sprinkling of rose petals made her imagination run wild, imagining a romantic evening with Areta. But unfortunately, his imagination had to be spoiled by Areta's deliberate treatment of him.

Sucking his breath slowly, he also laid his tired body sideways to the right. As he looked at Areta's back which seemed to move in order. Either the woman had actually fallen asleep or was just pretending like that. He can only let. Maybe the woman still needs time to get used to her new environment. And he will be patient waiting.

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Morning comes.

Areta is awakened by a knock on the bedroom door. Closing his eyes, he stared pushyly, sweeping his gaze across the room. But he did not find Henry's whereabouts. Then he saw the clock hanging on the wall of the room. Time has shown at seven in the morning.

The knock on the door for the second time forced Areta to get up. Then rushed to the door, then opened the door wide.

"This is a change of clothes for the lady. Den Henry asked Aunt to bring this." Bi Lastri, a middle-aged woman who has worked in the house for decades, thrust the paper bag she carried into the hands of Areta.

Which Areta received by reviewing her thin smile. "Thank you, Bi," he said.

"Oh yes, Madame Agatha is waiting at the dinner table. She said Mrs and Den Henry were asked to hurry downstairs. This morning the lady has important business."

"Yes, Bi. I'll tell you later."

"Well then, Auntie, excuse me Madam."

Areta gave a smile before Bi Lastri then left the room.

Sighing her breath slowly, the paper bag Areta put on the dressing table. One by one he took out the contents. Not only the dress that he found in the paper bag, even the contents are complete to the details. Underwear is also available.

"Where does he know my size? What a man it is..." While holding the lacy cloth wrapping chest, Areta boughtak shocked. His mind began to fret, guessing that Henry might have secretly peeked at the assets behind his danger last night.

He also cringed in horror not to accept at once regret if it is true that the man did it last night.

Along with that the bathroom door opened. Henry came out of there with only a towel around his waist. Make Areta suddenly cover her face with the hand that is still holding the brra.

Henry smiled at Areta's spontaneous behavior.

"On paper. Don't you forget that."

"Foolish time. To me you are my wife. It's free for you to close your eyes. You will see sights like this every day. So, don't be naive. You are not the virgin I married. You're used to seeing sights like this."

Not the virgin I married?

I don't know why that sentence offended her a little. Henry was right, he was not a virgin. She was a widow with one child. A sad widow who had to give up her life for the life of her beloved baby.

Lowering the hand that covered her face, Areta put the brra back into the paper bag.

"When do you want to wear that kebaya?" Henry smiled at Areta who was misbehaving while holding the edge of her danger. His look even looks funny with his random hair.

"Your mama asked us to come downstairs immediately. He was waiting at the dinner table" Areta said without looking at Henry's face.

"Yes already. You take a shower, there. I have your toiletries ready. Hopefully it suits your taste. If it doesn't fit, we can shop for your needs after I work."

"no need. I'll use what's there."

"Your stuff is in the apartment, I've asked people to move it here. So you no longer have to bother packing it. Then just ask Bi Lastri to tidy it up in the closet."

"I can do it myself. No need to trouble others."

"Now you are my wife. So from now on, you should get used to being served."

Not returning Henry's words, Areta chose to go to the bathroom immediately. Without looking at Henry. As soon as he cleans up. Then go out using the bathrobe that is already available in the bathroom.

But he jumped in shock when he opened the bathroom door, the figure of Henry standing upright in front of the bathroom door with his hands stored in his pants pocket. The man was neat and fragrant. Looks handsome in a sky blue shirt, combined with a light gray blazer.

"Well, you're standing there?" areta asked ketus and misbehaved. Because his body is only wrapped in a bath kimono. While both of Henry's eyeballs scan wildly from his feet to his head.

The man's cynical smile was engraved. "Wait for you" he said, relaxing.

"So get out, I'm gonna go through."

"Please, wife." Henry steps aside, gives Areta a way. But he tailed behind Areta, followed her to the dresser.

Areta grabbed the paper bag, about to rush to the bathroom. But once he turned the body, his forehead even stumbled on the chest of Henry's field. Because the man was standing behind him.

"Aw!" Areta grimaced, stroking her painful forehead.

Henry stroked his chest.

"Your head is so hard? My chest is this sick? It's worth it that you're stubborn," complained Henry to mock.

But the one who was mocked even looks upset.

"Please get out first. I'm gonna change my clothes" Pinta Areta.

"Replace it in front of me. Am I not your husband now? Come on, spare a change. I just want to make sure the brra I bought it fits no size with yours." Henry starts nosy teasing Areta.

Making Areta flabbergasted, buyingak shocked. Henry was smiling.

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