My Bow to the Destiny of Love

The experiment continues

Ardian sat on the side of the bed, turning his back on his wife, who had already laid down his body by hiding his entire body inside the blanket.

"Darling, you don't sleep first, we have to talk." Ardian said with a glance towards his wife.

There's no answer. Only the person behind the blanket moved to flip his body.

"Adzra will soon wake up. My mother said, she didn't have time to look. After playing with Bian, he fell asleep in Bian's room."

Still quiet. Chayra is truly silent a thousand languages.

Ardian took a deep breath. His patience had eroded a lot since his wife really did not want to talk at all. "The problem won't be solved if you don't want to talk, dear." Ardian closed his eyes while taking a deep breath.

Seeing no response from his wife at all, Ardian finally left. He had to avoid getting emotional.

Pov Ardian...

I left the room to avoid the emotions that had started to get out of control. I went down to the first floor and into my work room to sign myself up. I was alone for a long time because I didn't know what I was going to do. Tonight's show was really disrupted because of the immoral assistant. I even left the show that had just walked half of it. I don't know what made the two women fight like that. As far as I know, my wife doesn't like to start something that's not as useful as that. I'm confused myself now. Chay won't explain anything. But, had he been the one at fault, he would have apologized to me. He doesn't like to make mistakes. All this time, he always apologized if he was guilty. He also doesn't like to blame others. His old words that he dislikes to vilify others ring in my ears. Is this why he locked his mouth.

O Allah. I rubbed my face violently. Why can't this feeling calm down. It even felt even more worried when I suddenly thought of Grandpa. Grandfather has a lot of troops who always keep an eye on my movements. What if one of Grandpa's spies was on the show earlier. Huhhhhh... O Allah. is this a trial for this new office.

I repeatedly took a deep breath. My body needs oxygen supply beyond normal limits. I need to find out the truth immediately, so that if Grandpa contacts me at any time, I have prepared a synchronous answer. I know that Grandpa does not like complicated answers, especially if added with opinions.

I just started thinking, I almost fell down in shock at the sound of my own phone. "Astagfirullahal'adzim. spontaneously I said Istighfar when I saw Grandpa's name plastered on the screen of the flat object. I can only scratch my head confused. Either answer or ignore the call.

But... Grandpa must have suspected that I was constantly ignoring the call. The ringing tone stopped ringing, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief. But the relief was only able to last five seconds, as the flat object went off again.

Saying basmalah, I grabbed my phone even with a slightly shaking hand. I rubbed my ears before putting my phone near my ear. I have to prepare my hearing and heart for whatever I'm going to hear from Grandpa's mouth.

"Assalamualaikum, Cake."

"Ma'alaikumsalam, Ardian..."

I immediately swallowed my saliva hearing Grandpa's voice. He just said my name. But why did my chest immediately pound erratically. I took a deep breath to normalize my heartbeat.

"Armian Baskara..."

"Yes, Cake.." Hah, I smiled to myself when I could talk without stuttering.

"Where's Ayra?"

"He's asleep, Cake."

"Thank you for bringing him home."

"Eh," I gulped my saliva at Grandpa's words.

"Thank you for protecting Grandpa's granddaughter when someone cornered her. Say hello to your Mami for standing up for Ayra."

I'm really speechless. My grandfather seemed to know the real story. But who was the spy among the invited guests.

"Grandfather doesn't need your story because Grandpa is sure, you just don't understand and still don't understand the incident earlier. Grandpa just needs you to keep looking after your wife."

"God willing, I will always take care of him, Mother. I'm not keeping him because of Grandpa's request. But I take care of her because she's my wife. I love him and we will always need and complement each other."

"The answer that really makes Grandpa happy, son. Grandpa's going to your office tomorrow. Get everything ready, eleven o'clock in the afternoon, before your scheduled meeting with an investor. Grandpa just told me, make sure that the woman was in the office."

"OK then. Grandpa wants to rest now. You also rest. Being a GM requires enough rest so that the brain can always be in sync. Also make sure the adequacy of the provision for the lower brain because it often affects the emotions of the soul. Grandpa closes, assalamualaikum.."

Tut's... Tut's... Tut's...

I gawked for a few seconds. Grandpa cut off the phone unilaterally. I just failed to focus when Grandpa warned me about the problem of the lower brain. Haha... Grandfatherbiscuts.. Grandpa.. is old too, still thinking about the adequacy of the supply of the brain down. Grandpa does look fresh even though it is over half a century old.

Uh, I remember the message that it was Chay's problem. I rushed out of my study.I had to make sure of his condition. Don't let me leave her for too long when she needs support.

Up to the room, I found Chay weaning Adzra. The thing that always makes me calm is, he always accompanies Adzra weaning activities with prayer or reading short verses. Hah, maybe my son will tomorrow become Tahfiz of the Qur'an like his mother. It is certainly a pride for us who are parents.

Pov Author...

Chayra glanced at her husband who was standing in front of the door.

Ardian smiled as he walked closer. "How are you doing now?" Ardian asked as he landed his butt on the side of the bed.

"Thank God it feels better, Mom. Where have you been since? I waited for you long. Until I finish praying and praying Sunnah too, but you haven't come back yet."

"I'm in the study, honey. I'm confused not knowing how to respond to your attitude like that."

"Are you angry, Mom?"

"Eh, Ng. How do you ask that?" Ardian grabbed his wife's hand and kissed her. "I just dodged earlier, I was afraid I couldn't control myself."

"That means you're angry with me. I'm sorry, Mas. I'm really not used to this kind of situation."

"It's okay, honey." Ardian smiled gently looking into his wife's eyes. "Mm... can you now tell me the exact same incident I did?"

Chayra. "I don't want to tell you anything, Mom. I'm afraid there's a story that doesn't fit the facts. I don't want to add to sins anymore. That's enough sin, my. If you want to know, you can just ask that woman."

"Women models like Anita can't handle her nonsense. There he even turned the facts later."

"Yes, don't talk about it anymore then."

"But Baby.. Grandpa's going to the office tomorrow. How about Anita tell me something that doesn't."

Chayra smiled at her husband. "Why are you worried about that, Mom. Grandfather had already known his own flesh and blood. Did you report the incident to Grandpa?"

"I'm not going to be that stupid, honey. I even intend to hide the disaster very closely. But... Grandpa's always more gurgling than I am."

"I expected it." Chayra shuffled to the edge of the bed. This made Ardian immediately restrain the movement of his wife. "Where are you going, honey?"

Chayra knitted her brows. "I want to take Adzra to his box, Mas. You wanna come with her?"

"Eheheh. I thought you ran away from me."

"Why sow? I've had too many sins tonight. If I avoid you, it means my sins increase again. Already ah, step aside Mas, I can't go down if you stay there."

Ardian shifted his body while smiling grimacingly. There was a sense of awe and a feeling of whether or not his name was creeping in his chest. His wife's attitude looks normal again. Whereas when he came out to dodge earlier, his wife was really like a mountain erupting on alert status.

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