My Perfect Husband's

CHAPTER 6 Face Two

Arya sneered at her dizzy temple. He stared in frustration at the pile of reports that were now on the table right in front of him.

Since Andre's departure, he has taken full responsibility for the office work that he said was exhausting.

"Excuse me sir." the voice was able to take his eyes off. It was Viona, the girl who had the status of her secretary.

The beautiful girl with shoulder-length hair walked over to him, not forgetting the girl's distinctive smile.

"Sir Arya, today we have a meeting at 2 pm" he said softly.

Arya nodded "You've prepared everything ?"

"It's sir."

"All right then."

"Then excuse me." as he was leaving, he turned his back and looked at Arya.

"I want to congratulate Mr. Arya on his marriage" he said.

"Ahh. that. Yeah, thanks Viona." Arya was a little nervous, she knew all this time that the girl had been harboring a taste for her. But he never responded, he considered Viona nothing more than his secretary.

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Clara glanced at the wall clock in her room and it showed at 22:10 but Arya's figure never came.

Maybe he's overtime ? But why didn't he tell me at all, his mind.

Clara woke up from her sleep when she heard the sound of the door squealing. He looked at Arya who was now walking towards the sofa located beside her bed, the man looked tired. Seen from his lethargic face, the shirt he wore looked tangled with a tie that looked still hanging there.

Arya closed her eyes with regular breathing. Perhaps he was unaware of the pair of eyes that had been watching him since.

"What is the work in the office so much ?" clara asked him, but there was no answer.

Could he have slept ? his mind flicked his hands over his face to see if the man was asleep.

He learns that Arya has fallen asleep. Clara rushed into the bathroom to prepare Arya's toiletries, after a few minutes she had returned to her original place.

Without command he immediately took off the shoes worn by Arya and put the shoes in place.

While Arya woke up after feeling someone was touching her feet, it was true that she found Clara who was opening her shoes. He slightly raised his smile, there was a warm feeling running through his heart. Tired in his body slightly reduced to see the sweet thing done by his wife.

"Wife.." he muttered softly recalling the word wife which meant the girl was his.

"Aren't you awake ?" that question ripped Arya from her daydream.

"Because you better take a shower, I've prepared everything" he said gently.

Arya simply nodded and stepped away to the bathroom.

During the shower, Clara opens up Arya's closet and immediately prepares her clothes for sleep.

"Sister is done... Ahhh" the girl slightly shouted while covering her face with both hands. He could not stop thinking by seeing Arya who only wore a towel on the waist could make herself hangers.

"Why are you ?" arya asked him while drying his wet hair.

"Why did you cover your face ?"

Clara quickly lowered her hand, trying to shake off her nervousness.

"Nothing" he replied without looking at the man.

Arya thought for a moment before she finally smiled cunningly and started walking closer to her girl. It suddenly made Clara startled and walked backwards as Arya walked closer to her.

"Why brother ?" he vibrates.

"You think..." Arya teased and kept going.

"Akhh." cried Clara when her body fell on the bed followed by Arya who fell on her body.

No more voices heard.

No longer the distance between them, Arya swallowed her saliva while staring at Clara's face with a distance of only 10 cm. He could feel the girl's heartbeat, rhythmic with her heart.

He could clearly see Clara's beautiful face. Slowly he stared at Clara's bead eyes, which he thought were very beautiful, turning on her sharp nose until finally on the girl's thin lips.

Clara could feel Arya's breath on her face. He slowly closed his eyes, until he felt a chewy object touch his thin lips.

Warm, that was how the girl felt.

Somehow his body feels tense when he feels Arya's lips are getting more possessive to fondle his thin lips.

He could see the expression of the man who peppered himself seemed to enjoy very much, somehow the courage from which he spontaneously returned the hot kiss.

Arya who felt she got the green light immediately got rid of the hair child on Clara's face. He kissed the girl back to the neck and left a trail of possession there.

"Sister.." said Clara gently, making Arya stop the action. Slowly he stared at his wife's bead.

"Did you do it out of love ?" the question was able to resuscitate him, he immediately got up and distanced his body.

Slowly Clara got up and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I didn't refuse when my sister touched me, because it was my duty as a wife. But I want you to want my body because of love, not lust." she explained.

Arya stared in disbelief at the explanation of the girl. Then he crouched down, aligning his body with Clara who was still sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I understand." she said as she rubbed her girl's head.

"Then let's open each other's hearts."

"I mean Brother ?"

"We learn to love each other." said Arya steady.

Clara smiled faintly and nodded in response.

Maybe this will be the beginning of my marriage. It might also be the beginning of my happiness, her inner self.