
"Dark? Make me coffee, now!" That is how he called and commanded the wife.
It may sound a little harsh, especially when he uses emphasis on saying 'now', but it is common for a Sekar Purwadita Maharani, a woman with the age of three heads who is often called 'Sekar'.
"It's mas."
As a form of his loyalty to the husband, Sekar still uses the 'mas' adduct although sometimes Arka has banned it because it is quite disturbing Arka hearing.
"Sweets."
"It's hot!"
Sekar only chuckled at her husband who was overheating while wagging his tongue using his hands.
"I made gold." He said with a sweet smile typical of Javanese girls.
"You want to make my tongue blister?!" Jerky Arka.
"Indeed, if I make him use cold water, will Arka drink?" Sekar did not try to fight, he just wanted to play around for a while.
"Start brave, are you?! Make me a cold sweet tea!"
Smiling proudly as he left. So far, she has managed to make her husband angry.
"It's mas." He said after returning with a glass of tea that looked so fresh.
Just now that Arka's burly hand touched the outside of the glass, she had already exclaimed back "It's cold!"
It's getting confused. What he did was always wrong in Arka's eyes. When will Arka open her eyes and once see the truth and goodness of Sekar?
"Say you cold." Said while looking down. This time he did not want to play around after seeing the eyes of the husband who began to glow red.
"I mean regular tea doesn't use ice!" His teeth were starting to bully.
Sekar. If her husband had started to get angry like this, there was not a single shred of courage to look into Arka's eyes.
"Want me to do it again?" Ask Sekar while playing his fingers lunglai.
"Oh, you better go!"
As ordered, Sekar left Arka in his office with two full glasses. One contains coffee, the other contains tea.
Sekar forgot the two glasses because he had been overcome by fear of Arka's anger that began to peak.
****
It's late afternoon. Just been bathing, fragrant and tidy. Arka though? I don't know, maybe he's still busy wrestling with his laptop about his job.
There was a slight gap to look into the Ark's workroom, the door was not tightly closed. With great care, Sekar began to step slowly.
Empty, he didn't find Arka there. There are only piles of paper, chairs and laptops that are still wide open.
Realizing that Arka was not inside, Sekar immediately entered.
His eyes went around here and there looking for whether Arka was there or not. Maybe under the table? No. gabe. What the fuck is Arka there anyway.
Sekar's eyes stopped at one sight which also made her describe a smile.
The glass containing tea and coffee was gone. Ludes didn't know who to drink.
No matter which demon had drunk it, still Sekar's heart was happy. Now is the time for Sekar to clean the glasses.
Sekar's steps and view came to a halt on the wide-open Arka laptop. Sekar's intention is good, which is to help Arka menshut down his laptop.
Clique
One button has been pressed to bring the laptop back to life.
"Then how's the mas, you drink the tea?"
"I forced to drink. At that time I was thirsty, and lazy to go to the kitchen to get drinking water. So I just drink the water."
"And you can call him back to take the water and let the tea and coffee be thrown away. If you love, just give it to the scavenger!"
"Viona, I'm not that cruel. I am also still a human being who can appreciate other humans, even if it's Sekar."
The message was ended by Arka. There was no reply from the interlocutor named Viona.
Sekar's heart was sliced when she saw her husband was still in touch with the woman named Viona.
Can't he be enough with just one wife, as good and sincere as Sekar? There is only a slight difference between Sekar and Viona, which is a matter of beauty.
Sekar has a beauty that is what is aka he does not dress up and can not dress up. Making his face still smooth that looks dull and musty.
Viona is beautiful, the red lipstick on her lips never fades, as well as blush and other makeup. But once she did not wear make up, pale her face like a one-day-old mayit.
"What are you doing here?!"
Arka surprised Sekar, but it was Sekar who was more surprised. There, on the doorstep, Arka was standing bare-chested, only the bottom of which he covered using a thick white towel, so that the bird did not fly. The blood of Sekar rippled, flowing more profusely than usual.
Arka dries her hair using a mini towel. When the hair was blistered, adding to the impression of good looks in the 35-year-old man.
"A-anu mas." Kikuk.
"Please make me some fried rice, and hurry up!"
Arka ruled over Sekar as he ruled over a servant.
But, like the maids who were mauled, Sekar never refused Arka's orders.
For him, serving and obeying the orders of the husband is an important thing that must be prioritized. There is nothing in the history of Sekar's life and his family to defy the husband or reject his wishes if it is still within reasonable limits.
Sekar passed through Arka while looking down. He was afraid that his gaze escaped just staring at the burly muscles and stomach of torn bread Arka who often exercise.
As Sekar passed by, the Arka-like fragrance of Cassablanca oil burst through the feathers of the nose of Sekar so as to make it blemish sticky.
"Astagfire." He said while slapping his cheek softly.
Though the smell of her own husband, why should Istigfhar when accidentally kissed him?
***
At night, Sekar and Arka enjoy dinner together, warm fried rice food handmade of Sekar.
Not a word came out of the mouths of these two men. In addition to..
"I'm done, tidy up the table."
Although the dinner is very delicious, fresh drinks and cool breeze, there is no sense of warmth and intimacy between these two creatures of God.
5 Years already married, never once Arka pamper him, do something friendly to him let alone bribe him when eating. That is the fate of marriage because it is forced without any feelings of love.
If it wasn't for Siska, Sekar might be happy with his beloved Arnold.
Arnold is a man who 180° is much different from Arka. They are like the earth and the sky. Arka's attitude always skyrocketed, and Arnold was always low. That's why Sekar loves a gentle, kind man like Arnold.
Even so, Sekar is sure of the existence of love. Although difficult but for the sake of the brother, Sekar will try to love Arka and make Arka fall in love with him.
"Arnold, I'm sorry. I believe that this is God's destiny, God's bitter destiny the destiny that divides us." Mumbled to the night wind.
In the first chapter, acquaintances used to be the same as the actor 'Love One Night'
Here it is the handsome but cold master, the Ark's cross
If it's a quiet girl, it's cute. Vast
Well, this one is the disaster maker aka Viona
This one is a complete package. Handsome+ kindly+ sholeh, dream author, Arnold
If it's on top of her brother, this one's her sister. No less handsome, Pasha
Gentlemen, it's the driver's turn now, Waluyo
Later at the end of the story, there will be an additional cast, all the cast I will include a picture of him. And in some stories, I will also include some photos related to the contents of the chapter story. Don't forget to keep reading. The story of handsome babang sama neneng Sekar.