FAKE LOVE (ME, MY HUSBAND, AND HIS GUNPLA)

Episode 7's

If the request is considered a high

When hope is considered futile

Where the heart is ringing

That self should be considered to exist.

There was a thorny rumble on Arlin's chest. Pressing his lungs until his breath gasps. Arlin tried to put oxygen into his body, while struggling to melt all the entrenched storms.

The tiny woman worked hard at putting together words to strike back at her new husband. Arlin knew he could not stay silent. Honey, his tongue that feels faint does not want to obey when asked to move.

When he was finally able to open his mouth slightly, Delan immediately raised his hand. The man's palm opened wide towards Arlin's mouth. Prevented talking.

“Lo inget this is just a pretend wedding?” Not waiting for Arlin to answer his rhetorical question, Delan continued. “We can't let a stranger in the house. You don't want us to get caught, do you?! I even fired my maid half a day before the merit. It's as if you want to run again.”

Just a tone of command rather than a consideration. Delan fixed his glasses upwards as the type of smile that Arlin hated so much adorned his face. Seringai.

Delan laughed a little. “Lagian, clean the house just not becus! Mami does not need a maid if only clean house this size.” His hands are wide. “Mami even still had time to cook and can still dress up for Papi.”

Arlin could feel the tall man observing his proud negligee shirt uncomfortably. Unpleasant throbbing back greeting the head. It was like being hit by a tornado. How dare Delan judge him like that!

Arlin does not know how Mami cooks, or how she arranges the house until Delan so admires her. But isn't it rude to compare someone to someone else?

“Lo has no right to say that!” Arlin squeaking. His voice was stuck in his throat. Almost inaudible. Arlin was still struggling to keep his tear levee from leaking. Even though he wasn't sure he could hold it any more than this.

“Why?”

Arlin looked at Delan unblinkingly. How could the man before her say that to him?!

“Why did you say?” There was a loud laughter heard. But Arlin canceled the next sentence. “Forget!” That's all I can say. Arlin stomped his hand to the side with mixed feelings. He felt something burning his heart. A simple request gets such a painful welcome.

“Gue doesn't care! If you do not ngizinin I have a maid, then you will throw garbage and wash dishes!” screams bailed.

“What? NO!”

“YES!” For the first Arlin snapped. “Gue don't want to take out the trash! Don't wash dishes! All of you!”

Arlin ran over and slammed the door of his room. For a moment he felt like a tantric child because his parents refused to buy toys. Ah ... why is he so angry? Arlin did not understand the reason. It's not usually like this. Arlin is not usually easily provoked on things that can actually be discussed well.

The woman wiped her tears violently and fell down leaning against the door of the room. His hand grabbed the nearest panda doll and held it firmly. Trying to get rid of the pain that pierces deep into the heart. After all, how dare Delan insult his beloved negligee. Not polite!

With trembling hands, Arlin finally opened the bank's website where he kept the money to check his last balance. There are still five million rupiahs. He thought it was enough to hire a domestic assistant for the next few months. There was a little relief in his heart. In this case, he felt he could be independent and did not need to rely on Delan.

Arlin had already rounded up his resolve. He does not want to cook with the smell of garbage piled up. He was 100% sure Delan would not want to throw it away.

Tok.

Suddenly the knock on his door sounded. Arlin's eyebrows fused in the middle. “Ngapain he dare ngetok? Would you like to be struck by a doll?!” Arlin looked at the puppet in his arms. “Ah .. don't! Poor doll.” Arlin spoke for himself.

The sound of knocking was heard again. This time it sounded quicker and impatient.

“Iya. Not very patient, anyway!” Arlin grumbled while removing the remains of tears on the cheeks. But the reddened face and nose he could not just hide.

Delan stood up. His jaw looks hard as he clenches his teeth tightly. He looked at Arlin in a wrong manner.

“Oke, you can find PRT. But please don't let us in both of our rooms.” This time Delan said more carefully. Every word is spoken so slowly.

Arlin saw a faint twinkle of worry appear in her husband's eyes. Even Delan added the appendage of the word please in his sentence. Actually what is in the mind of the man who always makes Arlin look up when talking to him? Delan cares, or hates him? Arlin feels Delan's heart and mannerisms like an elaborate labyrinth and makes him stray.

“Call again your old helper?” Arlin tried to calm himself down by continuing the conversation.

Delan shook his head. “He's home.”

Arlin took a moment. “Then I asked the security guard. Who knows he has an acquaintance.”

“Good idea.”

“There again?” Arlin raised his right eyebrow.

“Nothing. I just wanted to say that.” Delan dared not look at Arlin and preferred to look straight so that his gaze crossed the top of Arlin's head.

Arlin just shrugged and went back in and locked his room. It was then that Arlin heard a long breath from behind the door.

Arlin was relieved Delan allowed him to have a half-day domestic assistant. That will help her day.

Delan's behavior seemed to absorb all his energy. How could her husband be such an energy-absorbing sponge? Exterminating the entire mood reserve was also his strength in an instant. Making Arlin as if filled with a sense of laziness to move.

Ah, he's still lazy to even compose his computer. At the moment, Arlin feels more comfortable writing on his tablet from the top of the mattress than having to sit facing the table.

But Arlin realized, he had to force himself. He should write. Your blog should not be ignored for too long. Isn't that his job as a full-time blogger?

Before long, Arlin dissolved in his writing. Pouring the thought of how the husbands should realize that his wife can also be beautiful if dressed up even though her daily wear negligee.

Ah .. but who does she dress up for when she gets out of the house? A stranger who walks by? Shouldn't wives dress up in front of their husbands? A person who has sworn to share his joys and sorrows until the end of his life. A person who is most deserving of the best of his life partner.

However, Arlin did not feel Delan deserved his face that was given makeup, or a body wrapped in sexy sleepwear with cartoon images. Delan was only entitled to see himself using an old long barrel negligee that felt comfortable to wear, but perhaps unsightly.

While writing, Arlin seemed to enter a soundproof room. No sound can disturb its concentration. The roar of Delan's motor when he came out of the garage also escaped his hearing.

When Arlin left the room, Delan's whereabouts were gone. Arlin sighed. Strengthened his mind to deal with kitchen garbage. As he remembered, he brought plastic gloves to make cakes. Yes ... it can be used so that his hands do not directly touch the trash.

With hesitation, Arlin walked towards the kitchen. Suddenly he was surprised by the smell of fresh oranges pouring out in the room. Delan sprayed a room freshener over there. Arlin could see the bottle placed on the kitchen table.

However, that was nothing compared to the miracle that was plastered before him. The trash in the kitchen is gone. The trash can also has a new plastic base. Arlin.

“Definitely Delan who dumped his trash forward? Not a magic dwarf or an invisible inhabitant of this house, right?” Arlin was raving to himself.

But why did the sturdy man suddenly change his stance? Arlin increasingly did not understand the nature of her husband.

“Honey not all washed dishes.” Arlin laughed at the pile of dishwashers and glasses above the sink.

“Subscribe dishwashing is not as terrible as littering.” He put on his washing apron and started working.

***

Unfortunately, it cannot be rejected, profit cannot be achieved. That afternoon, a knock on the door surprised Arlin who was busy mopping the living room.

“Halo, Jeng.”

Why did the poisonous snake appear here? Judging from his smile, the tall woman seemed to be very happy. Occasionally his fingers play strands of his hair that are twisted with tempting curls. Did he forget yesterday that he just got angry at Arlin's house?

“Eh, a-there's what?” Arlin was still unable to cover up his shock.

The wavy curly-haired woman blinked her left eye. “Aduh, Jeng Arlin really, pretend not to know. Said Jeng Arlin looking for me!”

Had the events in the anime that Arlin used to see were real, Arlin's jaw would have fallen to the floor by now. Unfortunately, all he could do was gap wide and glare in disbelief.

Elly suddenly pinched Arlin's arm. “Aduh, Jeng Arlin kok, pretend to be shocked that way, anyway. Not polite.” Elly bent her lips down. Shoes with ten-centimeter heels that he wore were tapped to the floor with a huff.

“So Mr. Somad said, Jeng Arlin nyariin me. Don't-don't actually Jeng Arlin kangen, but just looking for reasons to meet.”

“Pak Somad?” Arlin's brain seemed to work harder to think why could the creature think that he was missed. Even to make Arlin look for him to the place of a man he does not know. Amit-amit!

“

That, our security guard is called Somad. Jeng Arlin doesn't know?”

JEGAAAAAAAAR!

All sorts of swearing, and the names of animals such as turtles, rabbits, marmots, hamsters, as well as the mighty panda instantly flashed through Arlin's mind. His memory goes back to the events of this morning in front of the compound security guard post.

***

“Wah, if nyari mbak make help-help home, I'm empty again, Bu.” The security guard called Arlin that afternoon seemed to give no hope.

Arlin sighed. “Then where can you find it, sir? If you use an agency, you have to be full time. I just need a few in the morning.”

Mr. Sattam thought for a moment. His round body swayed as his head nodded repeatedly. His eyes suddenly grew as if remembering something.

“Oh! As I recall, Ms. uh Jeng Elly was offered two maids. But he only took one. Who knows if one is still here. Just ask, Mom.”

Hearing Elly's name with Jeng's affix in front of her, made Arlin instantly goosebumps. Not in the slightest shadow of his mind he had to owe his magical neighbor a favor. Especially with the threat that Elly had thrown at him yesterday.

Although until the panda can dance disco though, Arlin still will not be willing to knock on the door of the cobra's house. He still wants to live another thousand years.

***

Yes ... Arlin did not knock on the snake's nest. But not surprised, the snake approached. Now Arlin can only pray that there will be no more storms to hit the house he just cleaned.

Elly didn't wait for Arlin to let her in. The 38-year-old woman swerved through Arlin and walked gracefully to the kitchen. His eyes scanned every single thing there and sneered a little.

“Suami Jeng Arlin turns out his taste is good. He did not change much the kitchen design that I made.”

DEG!

There was a shocking swish on Arlin's chest, just as he was being knocked from a height. Arlin was at a loss for words. Elly designed her husband's kitchen? Did they used to…?

There was a stifled laugh as Elly realized Arlin was staring at her without blinking. The woman with the thick makeup moved closer to Arlin. His steps were so light as if floating. The arrival of Elly who was taller by about 15 centimeters, made Arlin retreat involuntarily.

“No need to worry.” Elly's eyes narrowed. His sight was so cold and piercing. The lips that were covered in bright red lipstick looked so dominant when he pulled it up. Formed an intimidating smile that made Arlin's feathers bristled.

“Why? Is Jeng Arlin worried?” Elly widened her smile. The prey in front of him looks so adorable.

“Ti-no. What do I think? I don't think that Jeng Elly and Delan were in a relationship.”

Elly's laughter exploded. He could hardly stop the wave. Arlin seemed so easy to trap and this was so much fun for him. But he remembered something. The big thing is more important than just flirting with a woman who is still flushing with shame after the accident.

Elly regulated her breathing and instead moved towards the plate rack. Take a glass and fill it with cold water from the dispenser.

“I'm not here to talk about kitchen decoration.” Elly sipped her drinking water a little. He was still enjoying Arlin's curious face that could not be hidden at all.

Arlin followed Elly who casually brought her glass to the living room and sat there. Unlike Elly who was calmly leaning behind the sofa, Arlin sat up straight and stiff. His fingers were busy playing his long earrings.

“Soal maid, happened to be offered to me, already cooperation people.”

Arlin exhaled with disappointment. His mind immediately tried to find other alternatives to get a daily helper.

“But Jeng Arlin need not worry. This is what I wear, I happen to be looking for extra money. Actually, my work at home is not much. He can get out, all right. From morning until 10. How?”

Elly nodded as if the offer she had made was incredible and could save Arlin from trouble.

Arlin still wasn't sure what to decide. Actually Elly's offer was quite interesting. He no longer has to bother looking. Tomorrow, his house will be free from rubbish.

After all, the household assistant in question must be honest, right? The proof is that he can stay with Elly. In addition, he must be a person who is patient considering the nature of his employer who has always succeeded in making Arlin like being in the North Pole.

“Good. I accept the offer.” Although Arlin's heart was a little worried, but the anxiety was brushed off with all the thoughts from his brain.

Elly clapped her hands a few times. There was a sense of pride emanated from the wide smile that was now decorating her face. I don't know because of what.

“Oke, his name is Ati Tea. Tomorrow morning I'll tell you to come here.” Elly placed the glass she held onto the table before getting up. Her reddish curls move slowly as the body is deliberately contorted.

“What did Jeng Elly say about salary?” Arlin asked doubtfully. The woman was a little upset because now she had to look up every time she looked at Elly, even though she had also stood up. Having a petite posture makes Arlin feel unable to intimidate his interlocutors.

Elly's eyebrows go up a little. Her index finger and thumb landed on her chin. “I don't think yet. But the average person around here pays 400 to 500 thousand for a half-day helper like that,” he explained. “Let me tell Teh Ati. There should be no problem.”

Elly nodded again. Arlin seemed to see a toy that likes to wiggle on the dashboard of the car. He almost laughed.

Arlin cleared his throat trying to calm himself. “What time is he coming tomorrow?”

Elly seemed to think for a moment. “It looks like eight o'clock can already come here. In two or three hours, I think it's enough to clean this tiny house. You see, my house is twice as big, he can run about four hours.” Arlin did not heed the flaunt sentence and only gave his approval. Suddenly Elly's hand made Arlin flinch.

“Tanda deal,” said Elly casually. His hand was slightly swung out asking for a response. Can be seen long pink nails decorated with tiny charm shaped crown.

Slowly Arlin returned Elly's hand. It could be felt that the one-child woman was clasping her palms firmly. Full of confidence and again put on a stressful gaze. Arlin felt he had just signed an agreement that would drag him into even greater trouble.

Ah, can't! Arlin tries to get Elly's terrifying shadow out of his mind. It has nothing to do with Elly. He just needs an assistant to help him. It just so happens that Elly can provide it. That'sthat's all.

Everything she is experiencing right now is exhausting. Never did he think, a marriage that began to reduce fatigue over sickening repeated questions, now only turned into another fatigue.

Is the dislike of fate merely an illusion? What kind of disgust he used to experience could he actually overcome without the need to escape?

Regret thrusts its paws into the heart. Injure him. Crushes it. However, he is the one who makes the heart learn about mistakes and also fight for change.

Ah .. rice has become porridge. Arlin is only able to fight to make his life no more complicated than before.

***