I Love You Mr. Arman

Chapter 13

Putting on a limp face, bending over holding her stomach and walking sitting next to her husband. The man deliberately stopped the laughter, glancing towards the middle girl putting the right side of her face on the table. His hand was still holding his stomach, with his eyes closed.

"Have the bowl come out?" arman asked with a smile, then clenched his lips to hold back a burst of laughter.

"Not yet." cried Sachinta open his eyes staring at her husband.

"What if tomorrow morning comes out the pot?" put on a face about to cry, laughed at Arman who heard.

"Don't laugh" still with the same face looking at the man still laughing beside him.

"How do I get out the pot? didn't you say you swallowed a bowl?" strangely Arman asked trying to stop the laughter.

"If it comes out now it must be a bowl, but if tomorrow it has expanded in my stomach and become a pot" replied Sachinta again making Arman more open to hear, Arman, in an annoyed look the girl instantly turned her face to the other side.

"It looks like I should be in surgery right now" murmured Sachinta wanting to cry worrying about his own stomach.

Hearing Arman still awake, Sachinta turned away and lay down on the long sofa of the living room. Still holding his stomach, he stared at the photo of Kiki he made into wallpaper and began talking to the photo with a handsome smile.

"How could you think of marrying me to her?" inner Arman observed his wife from afar.

Feeling that all of Sachinta's words and mannerisms were very funny, never even once had he met someone like Sachinta before. His views have now changed completely about his wayward students, now he assumes if the girl still talks to the photo on the phone is just a silly person.

Walking towards the living room, bringing food has been made by a household assistant. Again Arman's eyes rounded great staring at his wife's phone. Especially when Sachinta rubs the phone screen gently while talking softly.

"You love him?!" arman asked.

"It's not just love, but it's crazy. I can die haunting if I can't get it" said Sachinta, as Arman put on an unpleasant face.

"You think it's appropriate for a wife to say that?!" firmly back Arman still standing right behind the armrest of the sofa, where Sachinta's head rests.

"Why? Father jealous? hahahaha where is possible" laughed Sachinta sitting staring at Arman.

"Jealous? don't expect much! I just don't want our parents to hear your words!" still with a firm voice and an unpleasant expression.

"Just calm down, this will be our secret" smilingly played an eyebrow up and down.

Upset and unsettled by the intention of inviting Sachinta to eat together, Arman turned around and sat in the dining room enjoying his own dinner. Not liking his wife to talk about another man, Arman no longer wanted to talk and let Sachinta stay in his own daydream.

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Back in the new house, Arman said nothing from last night. When they got home there were both their parents, Arman was still silent a thousand languages. Too lazy to talk and hear all the words that only contain the name of Rizki, Arman deliberately not reprimanding his wife at all.

"Well, my PlayStation was actually brought here Ma?" happy Sachinta saw his favorite item was installed in the middle room.

"I Love you my dear mama" hugged Syibil's body with her legs wide open, glimpsed in a flash by Arman.

"What does PlayStation mean more than your husband?" teasing Syibil rubbed the tip of his daughter's head.

"Well, well, Mama's handsome childhood lost to the PlayStation anyway?" seductively Melati approached the daughter-in-law amid a cry of scratching her head.

Replying with a whimper scratching his head, Sachinta did not know what else to say. Syibil approaches and kisses his daughter's hair, suspicious of his daughter not washing her hair due to scratching.

"Wash your hair there, lots of cockroaches" whispered Syibil.

"Cockroaches? rat Ma" sahut from Sachinta glanced at his mother.

"Udah ma, let them rest first. We better go home, so they can be alone" Bobby said to his wife.

"Yes too, we're going to go to the same parlour as Arisan's mother, right this afternoon?" remember Syibil directs a straight look at his ironwork.

"Yes, go and shop first" smiling Melati replied.

Bailing and going to attend each other's events, Sachinta and Arman drive her to the front door. The house, which was purchased a few months ago as an investment, now lives with his wife. Arman does not want to live with his parents, it will dismantle the marriage relationship quickly in front of Nino. Because their house is very close, and does not rule out the possibility of being discovered soon.

"Where are you going?" reprimand Arman saw Sachinta walking towards the black motor that was deliberately delivered by his mother.

"To Ria's house, I made a deal earlier. You want to come? but do not sir, later run away again the Ria see the Father" relaxed Sachinta while grimacing up on the bike.

"Go there, but don't dream of going back into the house" Arman chilled.

"Father, if you enter the house just go in and open the door instead of using a dream. Very funny this father" laughed on the motor machine, Arman breathed a rough look at his wife.

"Will you go? I lock you in, sleep out there!" arman said, Sachinta quickly got off the bike.

"Finally understand" Inner Arman felt relieved, laughing inwardly.

Sachinta ran inside the house, passing through her husband's body just like that. Not long after, Sachinta appeared to be out wearing a backpack on his back and running towards the outside of the house.

"What else do you want?" astonished Arman noticed the girl had gone up again on the bike.

"So it's been said sir if you want to meet Ria, Mr why forget to keep forgetting anyway?" relaxed Sachinta shook his head smiling strangely.

"Why bring a bag?" ask Arman.

"And you said you wanted to lock the door, tell me to sleep outside. This is the same lesson uniform for tomorrow I have brought later bed where Ria aja" smiling turned the man immediately patted his forehead with a rude breath.

"Why is it so hard to talk to her?!" inner Arman.

The motorbike engine was on and began to run, Arman quickly widened the steps against the girl's motorbike to protest it. Turn off the motor, take the key and put it in the pants pocket. Arman pulls Sachinta's hand into the house, not allowing him to leave after a long trip.

"Study! tomorrow you have a maths review!" emphatically Arman threw his wife sitting in the living room.

Lazy grabbed the book in a bag, not daring to protest when the face of his vice school principal was like an ice pole. Both eyes were like spinning seeing many numbers, and shaking their heads repeatedly to resuscitate the view. The least liked lesson in the history of his life, now he must learn even though he does not understand at all.