My Future Husband's

Refusal

Arkan looks fresh after bathing. Even though his body was tired. He stepped into the kitchen where his beloved son and wife were sitting in the dining room. Arkan smiled happily, finally his life came back. He sat next to Alwan.

"Have you finished studying?" ask Arkan.

"It's pa." Alwan replied, kissing his father's hand. Febri is preparing food for his son Cessa.

"Eat a lot ya papa's son let pinter." joked Arkan. Alwan smiled at his father's words.

When Arkan took the food. He looked at Febri and he wanted to say hello to his wife. But Febri as usual looked at himself as if germs were to be avoided. Arkan sighed, but he really wanted his food to be taken by his wife. But there are things that make Arkan interested is when Febri does not eat rice but only eat cireng that he bought earlier.

"You don't eat, honey?"

"no laper," Febri replied briefly.

Arkan raised his eyebrows, let alone Febri who could quickly finish off those shafts.

"Ambilin mas dong dear."

"You're old, you want to have three children still spoiled like a child."

"Child three? who does she love you're pregnant?" Febri cursed himself. How is this she doesn't want Arkan to know if she's pregnant with her child right now. Febri thought of a way to keep Arkan from knowing.

"I mean Febri two mas, who said three."

"So you said three?" Arkan looked at Febri suspiciously. Febri gulped nervously. But suddenly Alwan's speech made attention distracted.

"Give me a papa's son?" Alwan knew that although he was not the daughter of Febri's mother, he was sure that she was the son of Arkan.

"You're papa's son whenever you like."

"When has that man approached you?" ask Arkan.

"Yesterday. But Alwan dodges, because Alwan knows Arkan's father Alwan." Alwan's remarks make Febri sad. He was a little worried that Alwan would be gone from his life. He considered Alwan to be his own son. Febri is not in appetite. He left the dining room and went into the room. Arkan who saw that thought for a moment. He could catch the look of sadness in Febri's eyes.

"Sir Al, you take care of Cessa first. Papa wants to follow mom first." Alwan nods the boy moved to sit next to Cessa helping Cessa eat even feeding her sister affectionately.

Arkan approached Febri who was sitting on the edge of the bed. The girl was crying. Arkan approached and hugged Febri. Fortunately the girl did not refuse his embrace instead close her arms while sobbing.

"Mas I'm afraid of hikss.I'm afraid of hikss.if Al will be taken from me. I'm afraid Al left us." Arkan stroked Febri's back trying to calm him down.

"Why if Al goes... Febri doesn't want to. hiks..hiks..."

"Alwan Febri's son is the same, right?"

"Al our son.hikss..."

"Relax baby, we won't let anyone take our children. We'll take care of Al in our family."