Handsome Army Young Wife

(10)

 

now that they've reached the supermarket, arka put a lot of oranges into his grocery trolley, Clarisa astonished herself to see it, it stocked a week what a year she thought was astonished.

 

" why so many oranges?" clarisa asked the arka.

" because I like it" said the arka casually while adding more stock of oranges.

 

" just deserve it!" clarisa

" deserve what?"

" it's worth your face is always sour and wry hahhaha"

clarisa's happy laughter blurred, in the convenience store it became a spectacle of people.

finally I was able to reverse the words for a long time, in Clarisa's heart laughed happily.

arka was silent when mocked Clarisa she even smiled.

 

" honey my face may be said sour and wry, not all types of oranges are sour and wry, there are also oranges that are very sweet and liked by many people, not all kinds of oranges are sour and wry, yes the example is like me sweet handsome and so, I can no longer define it anymore dear"

 arka Nyerocos just share him, so he did not realize Clarisa had moved away from him.

Clarisa did not want to listen to it because she was lazy to see the arka too narcissistic in front of ya, she wondered what arka as well in the presence of her army friend friend, or her bottom.

 

" wait, madame Prasetya"

arka sped up her steps.she saw Clarisa was choosing fast food, and it irritated her.

" nyoya Prasetya why are you buying so much fast food?"

" if you don't want to cook or you go. what would I eat?"

" put it back, leave a little later I'll teach you to cook madam prasetya"

after they finished buying groceries, they rested his body, in one of the cafes to fill their stomachs that had been rumbling again.

" hey old friend, don't see you,"

 the man suddenly hugged Clarisa in front of the arka.Arka stared intently at the man who had just hugged Clarisa, who had just hugged her,

with her insensitive Clarisa hugged the man back, they told a frenetic story, arka ignored by Clarisa.

the man named Rion is Clarisa's childhood friend who has long moved abroad, and this is the first time they have met since Rion's move.

Clarisa was so excited about Rion that she ignored the arcs, the arcs pounding the table hard, the visitors started glancing at them

" what the hell are you" asked Clarisa angrily at the arc

 " nyoya Prasetya is home! " said arka cold.

" i don't want you to go home alone, I still want to be here"

" mrs Prasetya go home, listen to your husband's orders!!"

" i don't want to, yes don't want to. You don't have to be so smart about organizing me, if you want to go home, just go home alone" Clarisa replied emotionally, because of the arcs treatment that made him ashamed before many people.

arka was so angry, she did not even call Clarisa with the frills of the mistress Prasetya.

 

he left Clarisa at the cafe with a man who said he was a close friend of Clarisa's since childhood.

 he felt unappreciated here as a husband, with Clarisa willingly hugging another man in front of him?

he drove his vehicle very quickly away from the cafe.

 Clarisa cried, in front of Rion, Rion did not understand who the man just was, her husband Clarisa.

Rion hugged Clarisa tightly, not knowing that someone was watching with an unusually sad and jealous face.

Clarisa returned to the house she was in between by Rion, fortunately she had already memorized the way to her new home, she was afraid and regretted snapping the arka earlier, but arka why so angry at her?. he did not understand at all with the mind of the arcs.

he entered the house, Rion had passed away after Clarisa said goodbye and said thank you. Clarisa's eyes were still swollen because she had just stopped crying, only this time she was crying because of a man.

 

Clarisa was surprised because her house was so quiet, the arka car was not even in her garage, she began to worry that the arka would not forgive Kanya because of her attitude earlier.

he waited from noon until the end of the night the arka had not returned either, until his door was knocked on someone.

 

Clarisa quickly opened the door of her house she saw the arka, on the papah by someone, she did not recognize it, it seemed like a drunken arka she thought.

the arcs on the papah went to their room, but the arcs refused to sleep in the living room only he said, drunk he could still say that, arka insisted, he insisted, he even stumbled Seok's own way into the guest room, and he ignored Clarisa.

 

Clarisa is very sad because Arka no longer wants to sleep one bed with her.

after the arcs fell asleep they went to the guest room.

" why don't you know me, I'm a friend of the little arcs, my name is Galang, when you guys got married I was on duty, would I not come to your wedding and the arcs, my name is Galang, we're also a profession with arcs, arcs are our bosses or commanders, but if we're friends here'

Clarisa just nodded she was still sad, because of the arc.

Galang also understood what had happened, so he did not want to linger here for long. their household affairs he did not need to interfere with his bath. It was late at night he said to Clarisa.

 Clarisa hoped that after the morning the arc would return to its original state, it had not been a week of their marriage but something like this had happened.

the next day Clarisa cooked a plump egg for breakfast arka and herself, she had been struggling and hours of cooking it until this time she managed to cook it.

arka came out of the room in her army suit, Clarisa was speechless her tongue stiff, her arch look different on her, so she felt afraid of the arc.

 " i had breakfast before I had it ready"

" no need, I was busy eating outside" said arka cold.arka went from the room to his car, and passed away.

Clarisa shed her tears she thought the arcs would return to how they would feel after this morning but her guess was a wrong one of the arcs completely ignored her.

 Clarisa preferred her scornful arcs to her rather than cold ones to her, she deeply regretted saying the rant of the time to the arcs.

he saw the eggs that were laboriously made but not touched at all by the arcs, how many dozen eggs that were scorched made his, color he was not good at making it.

he cried and fed the egg himself.