My Beloved Arana's

Chapter 65: Confusing Misunderstanding

"Ma, please drink the tea."

Placing a sweet and soothing cup of camomile tea in front of Arletta, he sat down with his back slightly strained. Only a moment ago he was still lying comfortably on the couch watching television when Arletta came, ringing the bell and bringing him some parcels.

Arana carefully opened her lips. "Why didn't mom come tell Alana or Alva? If mama had told you before, Alana could have picked up mama."

Arletta calmly smiled. "no need. Mama doesn't want to trouble you guys. Besides, you can take a cab."

Arana was really nervous. When Arletta appeared in front of him, he really felt lucky that he always made sure his house was clean and did not even leave any dust. Although he was surprised because he was busy thinking about his new job given by Karina, his surprise turned into nervousness because he did not want to make trouble in front of Arletta.

"Did you stay together, Alva trouble you, son?'

Arletta continued even before Arana answered. "Alva is a voter. He was even picky in food and dress style. If Alva is troubling you, just tell mama and mama will teach her more until her ears are hot."

Listening to Arletta's joke, Arana smiled and replied timidly. "Actually, I've always been the one to trouble Alva, ma."

Arana said in her opinion and what had happened all along. On the first day he met Alva alone, he had already slammed Alva on the floor. Then because he wants Alva to have a bad impression on him, he troubles Alva with his job and even troubles Alva's workers. Not only did he get there, he had a lot of accidents that made Alva bother to take care of him and pay attention to him.

Arana really felt that she was a big trouble for Alva.

Arletta put down her cup flattened glass and shook her head with a smile. "Cannot be. For Alva, you who depend on him is a must and an obligation that he must live. Papa Alva also said so, saying that if you trouble her, you will be happy and feel appreciated as a husband."

Listening to her, Arana inevitably lowered her head slightly and nodded her head. His pair of manic cannot be separated from Arletta and he cannot resist the impending.

Arletta is a graceful and charismatic female figure.

"By the way, what do you usually do in the apartment alone, son?"

***

Alva stepped quickly through the hallway of the apartment to get to the door of her apartment. Although his steps were rhythmic and firm, but he actually widened his steps and hoped that the door of his apartment would be seen soon.

Arana told him that the mother was visiting. And Alva could not help but feel the worry for Arana.

It's no secret that her mom doesn't like Alana. If her mother comes and tries to bully Arana into thinking Arana is Alva, it could be a problem for Arana. Alva did not want Arana to feel hurt because of her snapping, because Alva knew how the mother behaved to someone she did not like.

Standing at the door of her apartment, Alva entered a series of apartment codes and was about to open them when she heard a sobbing sound from inside her apartment. The door opened slightly, allowing him to hear a voice from within.

A pair of widened Alva beads.

Arana ... crying?!

Did his mother really bully Arana?!

With a frown on her forehead that signified her anger, Alva opened the door with a loud slam and opened her voice loudly. "Mama!! What ya-!!"

Alva's voice choked. He looked at the scene in front of him. Arana was crying, with a piece of tissue in her hand, sitting on the sofa beside Arletta who had the same appearance as Arana. Both her eyes were reddened and puffy, her nose reddened and stuffed by tissue. In front of them, television showed a movie where a woman was crying over a cat lying on the street with blood around her. It seems like a sad thing.

What the hell's going on?

"Son! Can you open the door more gently?! You want to make my mom have a heart attack?!"

Arana also nagged. "You didn't even take your shoes off and just walk in. Lookie! Dirty floors!"

"I'm home, baby." He bowed, and gently landed a kiss on Arana's forehead, a habit he did when he got home from work.

Arana's face flushed red and she glared in a funny way. "Al!"

Smiling, Alva turned to look at the mother who was eyeing him. "When did mom come? Why don't you tell Al?"

"Even if you tell me, you're going to pick me up?"

Alva. "Erlan's gonna pick up mom."

Arletta snorted and resumed watching the film while wiping her tears and muttering to Arana happily as the scene on television showed the cat reopening its eyes. "Nana! Luca is back!"

"of course! Luca will not lose his life because he is Amigo's true love!"

Alva looked at the two and the television was empty. In fact, it turns out that it was a mutated pet movie so it could have superpowers.

"So you two actually watched this movie to the point of crying?" Alva asked because she did not think.

Arana and Arletta looked over quickly. "Of course!"

Alva asked back. "Film like this, what's the sad part?"

Arana said, "Everything, Al! When Hima loses her adorable little rabbit for being a criminal. When Luca can no longer meet Amigo. When Luca almost lost his life. Everything is sad."

Arletta was not left behind. "You're this. Since childhood can not understand the feelings of a woman while watching a sad and insulting movie where the sad location. Wouldn't it be better to get your mom and Arana some more popcorn and a few cans of fruit juice in the fridge than to ask where you feel sad when you can't understand the art of film?"

Arana nodded her head strongly, agreeing with Arletta's statement that really made Alva speechless.

"Nana, look. Doesn't it seem like Lila looks suspicious?"

Arana nodded her head. "Yes, ma. What if he's actually the villain and not Ceci?"

"Eih! It's unacceptable!"

Seeing the familiarity and harmonious atmosphere between the two, Alva inevitably revealed a smile. There's nothing to worry about.

Because his wife is very special.

"Nan, what are you doing standing there? Get popcorn and canned juice for mama and Nana. The next scene really needs popcorn!"

Listening to her mother's words, Alva's face was completely distorted.

All right, forget it.

Her mother was amazing.

[Happy fasting for those celebrating, yes! Spirit 45!]