My husband's a real man

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My husband Tajir Man #14

By Sept

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Hotel lobby

"You can buy it at the pharmacy, don't tell me to come here!" ronald's doctor grumbled as he held out something to Arya.

"Thank you" said Arya.

"Other times just slow down" the doctor advised.

Arya squinted her eyes, slowly what? He really did not understand the direction of his friend's conversation.

"Again, thanks for the cure." Because he wanted to directly take the pain-relieving pill, Arya rushed to the room again.

"Don't be too pushy, remember! He's still very young. Warm up first so he doesn't get tense. Let the muscles relax, just do it!" ronald's doctor said before Arya actually left.

"God! What's he talking about?" inner Aryan. The man stared strangely then chose to leave the lobby. Arya's waist hurts, she does not want to drain the brain by thinking about the words of her doctor. While Ronald's doctor, the man smiled wryly while staring at Arya's back that was getting away.

"That's your patience, Arya! Once tried ... want again? Why not get married before? You know, I was advised to marry once!" ronald's doctor grumbled as he turned to leave the hotel lobby.

Inside the hotel room, Nur already looked neat. The girl was confused to do it again, as a result she just sat in front of the balcony while staring at the beautiful view of the morning from the top floor of the hotel where she was staying.

Just this time he was like now, staring at tall buildings. With bright skies and high-flying birds. It was beautiful, as if she had no burden of life. Forgetting all the past problems.

Clamps

Nur turned his head, seeing Arya enter the room. He looked at the man who was now her husband.

"Is it still painful, Mr. .. eh Mas?" ask Nur.

"Hmmm!" Arya glanced at the sebal.

The man then took a glass of water, then took medicine from Ronald's doctor.

"May I check?" tawar Nur's. He felt bad to see Arya holding his waist.

"No need!" cetus Aryan cold.

Nur was stunned, usually Mas Arya calm, kind and gentle. How is it a bit of a judge now? Is it because he pushed Arya from the bed, until the man holds a grudge?

Moments later.

The sound of knocking on the door, Arya asked Nur to open the door.

"That must be room service. You open up, Nur!" arya exclaimed at Nur.

"Yes." Yeah."

The girl stepped away from Arya, then returned with a table full of food. It was breakfast for them. Breakfast is late because Arya woke up late.

"Arya's mom who ordered?" Doubtfully Nur ventured to ask.

"You must be hungry, dah .. eat."

"Don't eat?"

"Not hungry!" Still with a tinge.

"It's delicious, Mas must also belom eat. Nur see from last night Mas Arya hasn't eaten anything."

"Have Nur ... eaten alone," said Arya. He actually does not want to be angry, because his waist hurts, he continues to be upset.

"Sorry, Mas."

The girl then tidied up the food on the table. It's not over yet, but it's stopped. It. Arya was angry with him.

"Why cleared? You've even eaten a little." Arya looked questioningly.

"Nur is full, Mommy."

The girl then pushed the table to the edge. Then he went to the bathroom. Inside, he washed his face. Nur then looked at the glass deeply, observing the reflection of his own face. His eyes were red, and the girl washed her face again. Removing traces of crying so as not to be obvious. Not knowing why, Arya's attitude makes her eyes sore, the man is usually kind. But not anymore.

A few moments later.

"Nur, your hobby once lingered in the bathroom?" sindir Arya when Nur had come out with a familiar face mimic.

"Ac .. anu." Nur stuttered, to say whatever was confused. There was no way he could say long because he was crying.

"Continue eating, I know you're still hungry. Don't waste food" Arya added.

"Nur is full, Mommy."

"Follow me out!"

Nur immediately gulped, why is it like this? After marriage, why did Arya change? Nur guess what he took wrong to offer this wedding? Afraid that Arya was angry, Nur finally returned to eating. Unfortunately, the good food has to be returned.

"That crab still, just eat it!" Arya pointed at a plate of still-much pieces of crab.

"No, Mas. Nur is full."

"What a thing, you're a kid. Still in its infancy," said Arya with ceplas-ceplos.

In Nur's heart grimaced with a smile, some time ago even Arya had made and taken care of her ID card. Is he still a little boy? Ah, but now he is also married.

"Goodbye, Nur! what are you thinking!" nur's mind scolded itself.

"Didn't you really eat?"

Arya shakes. The man just took a coffee and went to the balcony. Blame the cigarette, letting it sink in the puff of smoke that enveloped the surroundings.

***

In the afternoon, in a third-floor mansion. A man with sharp eyes stared at a famous painting hanging on the wall of his house.

For a long time he stared at the painting with a face full of emotion. Shortly after, he grabbed the phone he had placed on a table not far from him.

With a cold face, the man started typing a short message, overlaid with a photo.

[Tonight comes before nine o'clock tonight, otherwise. We'll take a picture!] Seriate.