I Love You Mr. Arman
Chapter 26
Two months after what made him jealous, Arman never again rebuked Sachinta despite being under one roof. He only gave a monthly stipend that was placed on the study table in Sachinta's room without wanting to speak.
Sachinta himself felt the oddity of the cold attitude that Arman showed him. Departing and returning home were separated, Arman never again directly home when after carrying out obligations at school. He chose to go to the showroom and only returned at midnight.
It was always like that that Arman did every day, but his gaze never escaped to observe his wife. The closeness became between Sachinta and Riski was known by Arman and let it go even though he did not like it.
One night, Sachinta deliberately played the playstation until late to wait for Arman's return, to ask what happened. The girl who is now more attentive to appearance and getting cleaner was never calm about the situation that occurred between herself and Arman.
Walking into the house, massaging a tired nape, Arman passed the girl in short sleep clothes playing on the carpet in front of the TV. Knowing Arman's presence, Sachinta glanced towards the wall clock and only learned today if the man always avoids himself it's back 00.30.
"Father every day home at this hour" asked Sachinta so enter without permission into the room the man was preparing to take a shower.
"Other times to the room people knock on the door first" relaxed Arman, wrapping a towel around his nape.
"I made a mistake, Father? why sir?" sahinta asked in the middle of the bathroom door quickly.
"Get out, I'm tired of taking a shower and going to bed. Tomorrow you also have to go to school so fast to sleep" relaxed back Arman without seeing the girl rolling high hair, adorning the head with a pink bando.
Getting rid of Sachinta's body that was blocking his jaln, Arman immediately entered the bathroom. The body was very tired he wanted to refresh, the drowsiness that whack was also unable to bear.
"I thought I was shit, was there?" grouse Sachinta.
The girl clad in pants slept until the upper thigh limit, choosing to sit and wait on the edge of the bed. The cell phone on the small table beside Arman's bed, suddenly lit up and he peeked. There was an unopened message from 16:00 from Raisa, eager to be known by Sachinta.
An unlocked phone makes it easy for Sachinta to open a message belonging to a math teacher that makes it a great round. Many messages in which thank you for going out together, eating together as well as other help that Arman gave to Raisa.
Although Arman replied in the message was just ordinary, nemaun somehow it hurt for Sachinta. He became more curious and opened a mobile gallery looking for some photos inside. Finding a photo of Arman with Raisa, Sachinta felt the tightness he never felt.
"What try?!" furious Sachinta, continued to search while there was another photo inside.
Not reinventing the photos, Sachinta returned to the messaging app and observed one by one the messages in her husband's black phone. No less surprised when he saw a photo of Arman with Raisa, now the shock was increasingly becoming when he saw his contact with the name "My Wife" in Arman's phone.
An irregular electric shock he felt suddenly, making it even stranger to what feels like to different-aged men who have tied him up in an arranged marriage.
"Don't be sassy check people's phone!" emphatically Arman pulls the phone out of Sachinta's strong hands.
"His father is dating Raisa? so every day you come home at this hour to meet Miss Raisa? then why did my number you wrote your wife?" asked Sachinta in a row at the man standing in front of him with a long white shirt wrapped.
"Why is it none of my business? I'm Dad's wife, so I have to know dong" said Sachinta still sitting not budging.
"Who said you were my wife?! come out I said!" snapped Arman.
"Father who said, at home you are rich" replied Sachinta.
"Look! I've removed it!" showing her phone and deleting my wife's contacts in her phone.
"You're a kid and you never know what a wife is, and you never even know you're married! what wife is dating another man? what wife's obligation have you done?" long Arman said.
Disappointed about what his wife had done, Arman harbored himself and just took out what was in his heart. Sachinta doesn't feel like dating anyone, doesn't feel guilty at all. Because indeed between himself and Riski is just a closeness without any words of love spoken.
Already aware of his position in the bond with Arman from a few weeks ago, Sachinta realized that he should not be close to Riski. After all, the feelings for Riski have been reduced little by little, and leave a special feeling for the man now in front of him.
"I beg you to come out now, I'm tired of going to sleep" said Arman, pulling Sachinta's hand to get out of his seat.
"The wife's husband has to sleep one room, so I don't want to go out" said Sachinta again sat down and laid himself down.
"I'm a normal guy, so before anything happens to you it's better that you go" Arman warned.
"It's good that you are normal, I also know that you are normal from Nino" relaxed Sachinta facing the other direction back Arman.
"What do you mean? you're talking to Nino when we get married?" surprised Arman asked, still standing beside the bed.
"Well, I'm just asking if you like men or women. He said I like women, so I'm going out with Ms. Raisa and want to marry Ms. Raisa" relaxed Sachinta, just turning around without changing position.
"Who said I want to marry Raisa?! I got married and it's the same with you! you idiot!" yelled annoyed Arman.
Just answering with his shoulders lifted, Sachinta had returned to lay his head comfortably on the pillow without wanting to turn his head. Seeing the thighs open very puti and muslus in front of him, Arman breathed rough. Moreover, Sachinta's sleeveless attire showed a pink underwear strap, wriggling on the shoulder.
"I'd go crazy if he slept here" Arman's inner self let out a rough breath while clinging to the tip of his lower lip.
The beautiful scenery he wanted to avoid so as not to be provoked by adult desires, too tempting to want to continue in the face. Repeatedly exhaling, calming himself. Arman climbed into the bed and slept behind his wife's body, after first pushing Sachinta's back using a handkerchief.
