My Beloved Arana's

Chapter 40: Tucked In Foreign Feelings

Arana must be crazy!

How could he attack Alva like that?! Arana is crazy! He must be crazy!!

Isn't it nice if Alva is close to her ex-boyfriend? It's good that Alva is back on Flora, because in fact Flora is a great woman in Arana's eyes. Her charming appearance, and charisma. Arana believes Flora is an independent woman who has a brilliant career. Who is the man who has no interest in him?

It should be good if Alva returns to Flora, divorcing her as she planned. However, Arana acts unknowingly by kissing Alva in front of Flora. His mind said to let Flora get close to Alva, but his heart forced him to do something. His heart did not want to be sick, therefore it hurt to see Flora who was swaying spoiled to Alva.

What's wrong with her?

Arana is confused by her own thoughts to make her speechless. She looked at the neighborhood Alva was in front of her after she said she missed the man who incidentally is her twin husband.

"ft! It seems like my bad habit. I also came at an inopportune time. Hey, Va. I'll give a cooperation proposal to Erlan later. Don't forget to put your signature on it or I'll bomb your company."

Flora's voice sounded both. Arana flushed, and slowly stepped back, giving space to Alva. Oh, Arana wants to go in the hole again because of the shame that somehow is always at the end.

Alva narrowed her eyes. "Well, when you're gone."

Flora flicked her lips, glancing at Arana with an amused grin. "By the way, Ana. You can call me brother from now on."

"Eh?" Arana who felt called out was surprised, confused and could only nod her head. Why would a woman who was originally cold and indifferent to him be able to suddenly ask him to call her big brother?

Waving her hair as she turned around, Arana blinked to see the girl stepping firmly and gracefully leaving Alva's room. There was silence for a few moments. The girl stole a glance at Alva, before her feet tried to dodge from the place. Unfortunately, a pair of sturdy hands first caught her in an embrace, so Arana could not escape her growing embarrassment.

"Where does my wife want to go, huh?" Ask Alva.

Arana shakes. "Ka—Bathroom!"

Alva pointed at the door behind Arana with her chin. "Behind you there's a bathroom, baby. No need to go out to the bathroom."

Arana's manic glanced sharply and dissatisfiedly at the Alva bathroom. Why is there a bathroom in the room? If there isn't, he can reason and run away, right? Now look, he couldn't escape and save his face from embarrassment.

Oh, what a pity.

Arana tries to let go of Alva's embrace. "I brought you lunch. Let go of me and eat."

Alva shook her head, tightening her embrace on Arana. "No want! I'll just hug you."

Arana is still trying to persuade. "Have you had lunch?"

"Not yet."

"Then get out of it, let go of me first, and eat. Delaying your meal can make your stomach hurt. It's not good for health." Arana.

Alva still remains with his stubbornness. The man shook his head. "Later I'll eat it."

Inflating her cheeks in annoyance, Arana raised her legs and gave a firm foothold over Alva's feet which were covered in her leather shoes. Arana currently uses sneakers with the back quite thick. Although not long, the style of the heels is enough to leave a painful trail if you accidentally step on someone else's foot.

"Auch!" Alva complained when Arana was almost as strong as stepping on Alva's foot. But he didn't really use his full strength. He still has a conscience and guilt. Don't let Alva be a temporary limp just because she stomped her foot.

Arana looked at Alva. "Lunch first, Alva! Eat or I'll bribe you!"

Oops, it seems he said the wrong thing. For the next second, Alva smirked. "Boat me."

"Like a child. Already, eat." Arana said as she pushed Alva towards the sofa in the corner of the room.

Alva still didn't let go of Arana. "I only want to eat if you bribe me. Come on, can you let your husband starve?"

Looking at Alva's face, Arana was deep in the heart. "Geez, how did Alva get this pampered, anyway?"

"Alright, alright. Come on, baby, I'll bribe you." Arana said in the end with her extended tone.

The girl pulled Alva to sit on the sofa. His hand then moved open the paper bag he was carrying, took a place from the stereophome and opened it. There are several other meals, and Arana today brought Alva Japanese food that she bought from a Japanese restaurant a few blocks from the orphanage.

Picking up a piece of tuna sushi with chopsticks, Arana takes it to Alva who happily accepts Arana's feed. The young man chewed with a good feeling. Seeing how greedy Alva enjoyed her food made Arana curious. "Is it really good, honey?"

Alva nodded. "Nob."

"I tried, huh?" Arana took one sushi and put it in her own mouth. The distinctive taste of tuna fish mixes with spicy wasabi, savory rice and salty nori. Nice blend and it feels very soft.

Arana looked up and smiled. "It feels good."

Alva agreed. And receive back when Arana bribes him. Enjoying another meal, the two dissolved into their warm and sweet lunch.

Looking at Alva who was siphoning off a cold drink with a straw, Arana silently lowered her eyes. Feeling wrong for some reason. "Darling, I want the fight."

Awakening from her daydream, Arana smiles and picks up a piece of shrimp tempura for Alva.

...***...

A few hours earlier..

"So you're saying she's not Alana?" The question was thrown from the lips of Flora who was biting a straw to sip her americano. The girl sat leaning against the sofa, crossing her legs, facing off against Alva who was sitting on the bench of her greatness with her cold and untouched aura.

Alva murmured justifying. "Hm."

Flora frowned. "Alana is not Alana. Hmm, haha! How fascinating. All right, let's see how he really is."

"What's his name?" Ask Flora.

"Aran."