My Beloved Arana's

Chapter 110: Self Defense Training

"Oh, you have a good foundation in martial arts! Have you practiced before?"

The question was asked to Arana when she had started her martial arts training session with a short black-blanked Maria-woman with a mature brown skin. Dressed in a white sleeveless shirt with black knee-length pants, Arana slightly adjusted her breathing and nodded with a smile imprinted on her face.

"Recent, but only briefly, brother, with my friend."

Arana answered honestly. "Oh, your friend is very talented for sure."

Arana does not hesitate to praise Amber in front of others. "Of course, brother. This friend of mine has won many karate competitions and even international level four times in a row. He's a black belt holder at the age of twelve."

Mary nodded, "Wow! He's great!"

Mary was a woman with a strong body proposition. With her fine muscles in her arms and stomach exposed, Arana clearly knew that Maria must have trained hard and become tough with her strength. Arana could not help but be amazed, and seriously listened to Maria's lecture around martial arts and practiced it.

Mary was a good teacher to Arana. With each of Arana's mistakes, Maria explains them in detail, and reveals how to deal with the mistakes she'd made if they were fought head-on. As a result, after three hours of training, Arana does not even realize that time is running that fast, if not for the arrival of Alva who made her aware.

"Darling, still not done?" the question was so opening the door of the training room.

A sweaty Arana looks at the clock on the wall and discovers that it is dinner time. Arana with a guilty feeling immediately turned to Alva. "Sorry baby, I'm so focused and having so much fun that I can't remember the time."

"Sister Maria, come have dinner with us, okay? As an apology and a thank you for keeping my sister here to teach me." Arana.

Maria excitedly nodded her head. "I'll trouble you!"

After cleaning up, Arana struggles in the kitchen to cook while Maria and Alva chat on the sofa.

"Where's the exercise?" asked Alva to open her voice.

Mary leaned her body against the sofa with her arms stretched out. It has a relaxing dominating effect. "Your wife is really talented. He's very teachable, and I can guess that he'll match your abilities in the next two months."

Alva smiled calmly. "Of course he's great."

"Oh, look at this guy." Temptation Maria made Alva spread her shoulders indifferently, turning to look at Arana who was still busy in the kitchen. "At least, he should be able to take good care of himself for certain moments. There will be plenty of danger eyeing her, and Arana will have to get used to putting herself first."

"Then, I'll take care of the rest." Continue with a serious expression.

Maria observed Alva's expression from time to time and could not help but lift the corner of her lips in a playful manner. The first time seeing the ice prince was really determined to love something, made Maria feel excited to make Arana become more and better again.

"Give it to me." Maria Mumbled.

A few hours later, Alva had been lying in bed as Arana was leaning against her head while playing with her phone. Alva calmly looked at Arana's face in silence, noticing any changes to her face. When she discovered something unpleasant, her forehead would wrinkle and her lips conical with a pair of beads narrowed in dissatisfaction. When he finds something funny, he will smile grinning with happy squinting beads and beautiful arched eyebrows. And when he was surprised, his lips would conical with a widened bead and raised eyebrows.

There was nothing more interesting than looking at Arana's expression.

"Eh, that's so annoying!"

Arana did not take her gaze away from her phone and replied to Alva in a sulking tone. "Am I ugly, Al?"

Alva's forehead is wrinkled. "Of course no one will match my wife's beauty. How can you be ugly? No dear."

Arana dissatisfiedly groaned. "Why should this man insult me with such ugly words? I just posted a picture of me with you. People say you're so handsome that they insult me ugly. What do they mean, try?"

Arana grumbled while showing the screen of her phone to Alva who also leaned on the head of the bed while carrying Arana's hug. Alva looks at Arana's phone to find a photo. Alva recalls that the photo was taken before Arana had menstrual cramps. Arana with her bright smile looked at the camera while sticking her cheek to her cheek, while herself reviewed a gentle smile, and calmly glanced at Arana.

His gaze was not evasive, so gentle and full of love.

"You're so pretty." Alva's words made Arana look at him. "really? His comments?"

Alva glanced again, looking at the name of the account that said that Arana was ugly and calmly smiled. "That's Juan's account, baby. You forgot?"

Arana Manik widened. "really? Juan's Account? I can't remember!"

"Of course, you didn't even accept her friend request, so how do you even know it was her account." Alva's words made Arana look at him with a small smile. "Hehe, how else. I'm, like, busy."

Some time ago, Arana created a new account and posted her photo together with Alva. She wants to tell the world and those who forced her to marry Alva that she was not forced to marry him at all. Arana is happy, and she will try her hardest to maintain their togetherness. Even if they are no longer together, Arana wants to have memories where everyone can see her, without Alana's interference. Not mixed with the girl's stringed photo, and only hers with her photo with Alva.

Locking her screen, Arana faintly yawned, signaling that she had become sleepy. "Sleepy yet?"

Alva's rhetorical question is taken head by Arana. The girl calmly wrapped her hands around Alva's neck which led her to lie down while the man's own hands were on her waist. Arana hid her face at the intersection of Alva's neck and slowly closed her eyes.

"Al, do you hate liars?" ask Arana.

Does Alva hate liars or lies? Yeah, Alva hates being lied to. Alva doesn't like it the most if someone lies to her, with the goal of taking her down. That hatred was almost equivalent to the anger he had been craving for so many years. When it exploded, perhaps one would not have guessed how ruthless Alva was.

Alva did not not not know why Arana asked.

Arana always lied to him. About his identity, about his friends, about his likes, and many other things. But Alva is not a fool and blind and deaf person, to not be able to feel the sincerity of Arana, when the girl says the word love to him. Alva does not like to be lied to, but that is the exception for Arana who only hides an identity that she has even known herself since the beginning.

"I don't like being lied to." But that was all he could say. He doesn't like to be lied to, and he doesn't like to lie either.

"But .. Even if you lie to the whole world, you lie to me, you won't be able to lie to yourself. I won't be able to hate you, is the thing you should know, baby."

But when Alva lowered her head, she saw that Arana had fallen asleep.

He remained silent for some time before a smile fluttered at him. Well, her words just now might not have been able to pass on to her lover.

"Good night, baby."