My Beloved Arana's

Chapter 56: To Singapore

"No, my dear.." It was almost without sound.

Alva smiled, but there was not a single hint of light on her face.

Alva was tired of this swirling talk. How try?

Erlan held Arana's phone, glanced at Alva's expression and couldn't help but laugh. In the end, Alva's gaze fell on Erlan sharply. "What are you laughing at, huh?"

Erlan shook her head, avoiding Alva's gaze. The young man wore a provocative smile that made Alva's forehead wrinkle ominously.

"Alright, Al. I'm thirsty, buy me something to drink."

Arana has stopped playing with Erlan and Amber. The girl across there almost squealed and her face displayed dissatisfaction as the free drama she was watching stopped.

[Tch, it just turned out like that. Less satisfactionfactory || Cih, it turns out just like that. Less satisfying.]

Amber's words almost made Alva burn the phone in Erlan's hand if she didn't remember it was Arana's. In his heart, Alva was determined that he would keep the rioting girl away from his wife. Really gonna do it.

Alva sighed and got up. "What do you want to drink?"

Arana no longer pranks Alva. He really felt quite thirsty. Well, once in a while— means many times, utilizing Alva is not a problem, right?

"As far as you."

One word that women always say when asked what they want.

Whatever.

Alva smiled helplessly. Well, hopefully Arana is completely different from most women. Otherwise, it could be a big problem for Alva just because of the drink problem.

...***...

10 Minutes later, Alva came back with a cup in her hand. His firm steps led him to step towards Arana who was looking at the streets while Erlan who was focusing on the phone in his hand. I can type something with quick movements.

Arana likes the streets. Sometimes he doesn't like the streets.

What Arana likes is how the vehicle goes by. He could see people walking, moving. They seem to enjoy their activities, and each of them sometimes has the privilege of their appearance. Sometimes their hair is so striking that Arana is even very easy to remember. Or sometimes their clothes are so fashionable that they make Arana so fond that she almost wants to take pictures.

But sometimes the streets are full of dust. The smoke from the vehicle sometimes makes his chest tight. It is not always so, but sometimes Arana feels it.

But apart from that, Arana likes to pay attention.

Feeling someone approaching, Arana turned her head. Welcomes Alva with a smile that she usually shows wherever she is. "Sorry I'm troubling you, Al."

Lately, Arana feels that calling Alva with affectionate calls is too much for her. He felt that his chest rippled in pain as he called out to him with a loving call.

Maybe it was because he felt that he did not deserve to call her that.

Alva smiled, giving a drink in her hand to Arana who received it, before sitting on the bench of the park next to Arana's wheelchair. "Drink."

"Strawberry milk?" He was surprised.

"Nake?"

Arana nodded at Alva's question. "Enak! I like it."

Alva focused her face and looked at her with a smile that made Arana's heart beat faster. "Thank God you like it. That means my choice was not wrong. It's not good to consume caffeine when you're hurt like this. So it's better to drink milk to strengthen your bones."

Alva was lying. She deliberately asked for strawberry milk because in the list of Arana habits she got, the girl really likes to drink strawberry milk. Morning, day and night. Perhaps because Alana likes to drink coffee, the girl receives the coffee given to her, even when she doesn't like coffee.

So from now on, Alva will spoil his wife with her favorite strawberry milk.

Arana's face was slightly flushed. He was secretly embarrassed by his activity of sipping young reddish liquid from inside his glass.

"By the way, Al. Where are you taking me for a walk in my condition?"

Alva smile. "You'll know later. Now, Erlan! Let's go."

"Eh." Erlan muttered.

...***...

Arana blinked in confusion. A few hours ago he remembered he was still in Jakarta, how can he now be in Singapore?!

Three hours ago, Alva took Arana in a car to a place that looked like an airport, but was smaller. In it, Alva without answering his confusion took him into a private plane inside complete with any facilities. Arana almost felt that she was the most stupid person in the world. Arana is still stunned, until she is unconscious in the car that takes them to a place that Arana still does not know.

"Al! Where are we going?!"

"Hotel, baby."

Arana Manik widened. "Hotel?!"

Alva grabs Arana by her hug. "Calm down. We will only rest for a while in the hotel before we go to our main destination. We'll be gone by night."

Arana grunts annoyed. "Why didn't you just say it, anyway?"

"Surprise, dong."

"But you're not taking me to some weird place, are you?"

Hearing that, Alva tightened her embrace on Arana. "Where might I take this beloved wife of mine to some strange place. I promise you'll like it."

Arana nodded. "Okay, I believe."

Because Alva can never harm Alana, right?