Handsome Army Young Wife
(20)
Clarisa's cooking dinner for her and the clock arc's already showing at 7pm, the arcs haven't come back, she's a little scared for a while, she's a little scared, when he saw the television show he often thought it was just a coincidence prankster, who threw the bloody rose in front of his house.
" Ting tong" bell ringing clarisa's a bit parno now.
he would not open the door until the one who knocked on it spoke.
" nyoya Prasetya, open the door"
clarisa breathed a sigh of relief she had never been this scared before, Clarisa opened the door, and immediately hugged the arch tightly.
" what is tumben" said the astonished arch usually his wife never wanted to behave like this first, but he returned the arms of Clarisa and stroked the hair of his young wife.
" it's okay" said Clarisa shyly but she hugged the arc tightly, channeling it into her worries, for some reason lately she has a bad feeling.
" well kiss home from work?" ask the naughty arka.
Clarisa was ashamed of him, but he kissed the arcs too and hugged her tightly.After entering the house of attitude, clarisa was very strange according to the arja, he took the arcs to where.
one looked at them with an expressionless glare, his hands clenched tightly, as if wanting to destroy whatever was there, upon seeing the scene, as if, soon he left with a hand covered in blood.
arka takes off her uniform at Clarisa's aid.
" is there a problem with Clarisa you've never been like this before?" ask arka seriously because Clarisa's attitude is very strange according to him.
" no, you take a quick shower I'm waiting for you at the dinner table" Clarisa told a lie, she didn't want to tell me about the bloody rose, before she knew it for sure.
" well" said Arka, he knew Clarisa was hiding something from him, but he did not want to force Clarisa to tell him if Clarisa herself did not want to, he would wait patiently for Clarisa to tell him.
Clarisa went to the kitchen to prepare the cutlery for the two of them.
arka came and they had dinner together.
" the end of this final cooking you added delicious madam Prasetya" said the arch opened the conversation to break the silence of the night
" hn"
" what's up? you look moody are you sick?" ask arka worried, sipat Clarisa so quiet now.
" i just miss my parents" Clarisa said sadly.
" dumb, why not say from earlier, nyoya Prasetya, tomorrow we will visit your parents, I also have a holiday so we can stay a few days there"
" really?" clarisa said sparkling
" thank you" Clarisa hugged the arc tightly immersed her face in the chest of the arc field, she also missed her mother and father ever since they moved she never again visited her parents, she said, just hearing her mom or dad's voice through her cell phone.
arka returned Clarisa's embrace, and told Clarisa to eat her food again, she was relieved that Clarisa was cheerful again, she also felt guilty since they were married never again to visit Clarisa's family.
though he knew Clarisa was still a child who needed the love of his parents.
" the arc if my parents ask me, why don't I go to school? you promised yes! to be dishonest later"
" well, you're so chatty nyoya Prasetya"
" you are also sir"
" if there's a problem Clarisa don't keep it to herself, remember I'm your husband you have the right to tell me"
" hn"
the next morning, Clarisa came out, from the door to sweep the front yard of her house, before they went to her parents' house, to her surprise, as he found the bloody rose again on his doorstep again.
he looked left and right to see who was terrorizing him with this bloody white rose.
" why daydream mistress Prasetya?"
Clarisa was surprised,
" you startled me to know no, he stepped on the foot of the arc"
" ooh du startled ya shocked darling not to do kdrt also to your handsome husband"
" has ah, want to quickly sweep this page let us quickly go, has the inside been done arka?"
" it's nyoya"
" can you not call me MADAM" Clarisa said annoyedly by emphasizing the nyoya word on her sentence.
" it can't be a pity it's a dear call to you from me, let everyone know you belong to an arka Prasetya"
" just like you".
Clarisa was still very worried, with the flowers she had thrown away earlier, this time was it a coincidence that her batteries were afraid.
