LOVE FOR IZZA

Honest

Seeing his wife's response, Arlan's chest warmed up. Which husband is not jealous when he knows his wife loves another man.

The hand was immediately broken. Arlan cast his gaze in the other direction to cover up the turmoil of his heart.

"Mas.. "

"So you still love her.. ?"

Izza looked straight at her husband's face, she liked to see Arlan's eyes. So sad and loving. The man was so warm and loving. Not that she was ungrateful to have Arlan as her husband, but the love for Reihan remained and was great in her heart.

"I'm just being honest about what I feel.. "

"You don't think about my feelings.. " Agrieved Arlan immediately stood up to turn around. But Izza immediately grabbed his hand.

"You're upset because of this.. ?"

"Which husband doesn't get annoyed Za.. " Arlan's intonation begins to rise. It was fortunate that the door of the room was tightly closed, so it slightly muffled their voices .

"Not from the beginning did you know, there was him in my heart. "

Deg.

Arlan was startled, staring intensely at his wife.

"From the beginning you know, I loved Bang Reihan. You don't care about that, keep moving forward convincing me to marry you. Why are you having this problem now.. ".

Arlan realized, from the beginning this woman did not hold any feelings for him. But deep in his heart, his wife wishes he could love her as much as he loves Reihan.

Seeing Arlan speechless makes Izza massage his forehead yamg suddenly felt dizzy .

"Is there not even a hint of me in your heart Za? after what we've been through all this time." said Arlan while looking down.

"You still need a confession? it's not like you have my whole life. Then what else makes you not accept, I can only remember Reihan's love. Only able to remember, which part still makes you not accept !? "

"Oh, come on. You don't understand.. "

"Of course I still don't accept it, because you still have a taste for him. Still secretly remembering him. Which man is jealous. "

Izza was stunned to hear Arlan's words. Why did her husband become so unstable.

"Gosh, we're not ABG, after all what are you jealous of. The person you are jealous of does not exist. I just keep him in my heart. Have I ever talked about it or mentioned the nanas along with you.. ? Not "Issified Izza.

He stands . And Arlan stood up deliberately to block his steps.

"What the hell mas, I said step aside.. "

"No, before you say you love me too.. "

Because she did not make it out, Izza chose to sit back in her seat her hands closed and looked at Arlan with annoyance towards level 100 .

Breathing slowly, trying to be patient. While the man remained moody, bending his face down like a child was not bought a snack.

"What do you want, mas ? " he said softly. And succeeding, the man in the form of a husband immediately raised his face to look at Izza.

"I want you to love me too.. "

Izza held back his laughter, feeling amused himself. What yes he had to express through the words of alay like Dini and Dina who was still a teenager.

"You're a mess.. " She said, but withholding laughter.

"Bodo is very, sprawl.."

"What sprawl.. ?" it was Goda Izza who started following her husband's plot.

"Yes, that was, "sad Arlan.

"I don't want to spit, it's not good.. " Izza answered her and pretended to be busy with the book in front of her.

Arlan gawked, trying to digest his wife's words.

"So max you all this time I've been spitting, ga lama. . ?" growling annoyed not accept.

"What the hell is mas..? " pretend not to understand, busy writing in the other book.

Feeling neglected, Arlan forcibly pulled the book and closed it roughly. Izza must be upset himself.

"You interrupted my work mas .. "

"Biarin, you don't have to work. I nglarang. I can still afford your living. " Arlan approached, turning his wife's chair so that they would face each other while she squatted in front of him.

"Have you not been satisfied all this time.. ? I got out too soon, didn't I..? honestly Za.."

Izza's face immediately reddened, probably already as red as fried shrimp at the moment. Embarrassed by her husband's frontal questions directly. The man was still focused on his goal, waiting for a reply from his wife.

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