Let Time

The Part 29

...Happy Reading......

Today Arkan and Zara are still with their quality time activities.  This Sunday morning Zara accompanied Arkan to exercise in the Car Free Day (CFD) area.

"Let's run again. His intention is to want the new 3-round sport has stopped."

"Hot ah. There is sun."

Arkan took off the hat he was wearing and put it on Zara's head.

"Let's not hot."

"Thank you. But the Mas?"

"There's a jacket hat. So you want to run again or stop?"

"Zara lase aja yes. I'm not sure if I want to continue Zara wait here."

"So where are we going?" ask Arkan.

"Will not run again? Usually a lot of spirit to sweat bath."

"If you're not the same, what are you doing?"

"What the hell is Mas. Usually by myself."

"For the same you."

"Ih."

"Jaudah find hawker yuk. Hungry Zara."

"Yes come on."

Chicken and vegetable porridge became their choice for breakfast this morning.

"Alhamdulillah. Very fond of Zara, even though the title is sports. But the reality is that it's fat again."

"This is a calorie burning 100 calories that goes in 1000. The longer Zara is thin" Zara said again.

"Enjoy it, stay healthy. If not healthy food as good as anything will not feel good," said Arkan.

"Yes Mas. Thanks to ya."

"Where are we going now?"

"Go home yuk. Get Zayyan."

"Later afternoon pick up Zayyan mah. Mama is also very happy to be visited by Zayyan. In fact, he said we go as far as possible, Zayyan with Mama."

"But it'll bother the parents. Our sins will be."

"They're happy too."

After breakfast Arkan and Zara re-enjoiced their two-year time together. Arriving at the house Zara chose to immediately clean up while Arkan chose to continue his sports at home.

"Bude didn't come in?" ask Zara who just approached Arkan to the sports ground on the side porch.

"Oh yes bude said permission said he had his family coming," said Arkan quit his activities and approached Zara.

"Oh my God, I want to eat what Zara's lunch will cook."

"Bikin pudding mango dong Yang, it's delicious."

Zara looked at Arkan with a look of wonder.

"Why see that? Is it wrong to have mango pudding?"

"Yes, that's not weird. Don't usually ask for a sweet one. No more cravings, right?"

"Are you ready to get pregnant again?"

"Don't fuck around. Zayyan is only two months old."

"Hahaha don't think weird. Not a cravings. Yes but if cravings are also okay."

"Mas ih," said Zara as she pinched Arkan.

"It's sick."

"Thankfulness."

"That's brave" Arkan said, then approached Zara and hugged her.

"I took a shower. Mas hasn't had a dry bath, it stinks. I'm a real slob, anyway," said Zara trying to escape from Arkan's embrace.

"It was a slovenly slob last night Mas kerawangan at home kok you hug,"

"Ihh Arkan," said Zara again pinching Arkan.

"It is sick. Red red belly is the belly of the mas," said Arkan while lifting his shirt and it turns out his stomach was reddened by the work of Zara.

"Well, sorry for the tightness of Zara," Zara said, rubbing Arkan's stomach.

"Honey don't do it" Arkan said as he quickly removed Zara's hand and lowered his shirt.

"Eh why?" ask Zara who feels strange because Arkan is getting closer.

"You don't code to make a dedek for Zayyan, do you?"

"Huh? Zara made some pudding first. Mastic mengingan cepet bath let his brain a little clean," said Zara kissed Arkan cheeks at a glance and then immediately ran to the kitchen.

Arkan smiled at Zara's behavior. The progress in their relationship was indeed quite significant after the existence of Zayyan. Zayyan is like adhesive, Zayyan changed them a lot, especially Arkan. Arkan who initially always indifferent and often ignored Zara while in the office is now even inversely proportional. He called Zara more often to ask Zayyan.

And now Arkan who feels more often ignored accidentally by Zara. Because Zara is always focused on taking care of Zayyan. Be Arkan who feels neglected has an idea to make time for quality time both.

Finish taking a shower Arkan get off the room. His main goal was the kitchen to meet his wife. Zara was no longer in the kitchen.

"Which.." call Arkan.

"Honey," call Arkan again.

Arkan's been like dora calling the map yet?

"What the hell is mas?" said Zara who just entered the house.

"Where?"

"From gate. There was an invitation courier. Invitation for gold," Zara said, handing over the invitation to Arkan.

"Oh yes this is a mas employee in the office he is a manager in the marketing division. Why the invitation is not to come to the office. We'll send you to the invitation."

"Ah ah ah," replied Zara spontaneously.

"Why?"

"It'll be like that time again."

"No, Mr. Andi did not. Your poker must come. Yes mas mas go alone do not bring a trailer. Would her husband be there with another woman?"

"Take courage if you dare."

"Haha. Yes, yes, yes, yes."

"Judah, look at it later."

"Nobody's gonna see you later, gotta draw a punch."

"He's starting to be authoritarian."

"Yes his wife has a stubborn prestige again."

"Mas not happy."

"Yes, don't be angry, dear dong."

"Udah ah's. Take a shower, we'll take Zayyan yuk."

"It's not delicious. Later in the afternoon just pick up Zayyan."

"God is the same as his son."

"Where's work? Same Zayyan who hogs you until often forget the same mas."

"God likes drama. The beginning of the beginning of ogah ogahan if you pay attention."

"Don't start talking about it."

One day without Zayyan. True quality time only Arkan and Zarra start from dinner together, walk together, watch alone, sleep together, exercise both morning and now they are relaxing together in front of the tv.

"Which pudding is cold yet?"

"Udah. Want now?"

"You dong."

"Jaudah take Zara for a moment. Drink what?"

"White water."

"Do you want to use the vlanya?"

"Pakes."

It wasn't until 5 minutes that Zara had returned to Arkan's side.

"It's eaten."

"OK, thank you" Arkan said as he took the pudding in Zara's hand.

Zara watched Arkan eat the pudding.

"Nake?" ask Zara.

"Hmm that's good."

"Damf. Yaudah ah males will make it again for Mas."

"Judah can buy it."

"Oh that's right, okay "

"No. Dear joke. It's delicious, really. It makes it yourself, right? Not an instant pudding?"

"Not."

Arkan returned with his meal while Zara was again busy observing the man beside her.

"The hair is long. Later before you pick up Zayyan to the barber shop first."

"Hm."

They were back in the air on television.

"This final mass is different."

"How different?" ask Arkan.

"Yes that. Usually it's cold, flat, fierce, rarely smile let alone laugh."

"Mother said she said that the role model husband for you is like a sweet father who is not ashamed to express his feelings. So learn a little bit" replied Arkan.

Zara smiled at Arkan's response touched even her eyes until Zara glazed over. It turns out that behind Arkan's cold demeanor, behind his flat face and behind his forcing character it turns out Arkan has another side.  One side is sweet according to Zara. Not sweet with the word sweet babbling sweet in his own way.

Zara became ashamed of herself behind the cold, cold, fierce Arkan etc. But keep quiet Arkan that effort. While he only felt the palpation of recognizing Arkan without any other effort.

^^^***^^^

See you at the next part...