SUN FLOWERS

WHOSE PERFUME?

The time has shown at 20:30 WIB, Arka has not returned. Last afternoon Kalista asked Andy, Andy Arka said today and went home first. At this time Kalista was very worried about Arka, Kalista paced from the room to the main door, he was like an iron.

Kalista peered many times from the curtain slit, but the signs of her husband's return were still not visible. Now Kalista chose to sit on the sofa, waiting for the return of Arka.

Oma and Mr. Anggara seemed to have fallen asleep, but either of them had entered his room. Kalista constantly contacted Arka but her phone was off.

His heart and mind could not calm down, anxiety and worry always enveloped him.

The sound of a car engine was heard from outside the house, the security guard swiftly opened the gate. Arka got out of the car and went straight in. When he opened the door, Arka was very surprised to find Kalista who fell asleep while sitting right under the door.

"Can't you?" Ask Arka to the servant who was approaching her with a breath of breath.

"That master, earlier the madam seemed to be very worried about master, already from the afternoon the madam was pacing continuously from her room all the way to this door, even several times the madam seemed to contact the master. I had already told her to rest in her room, but the madam refused and preferred to wait for the master's return. I woke up earlier, but the lady still didn't want to move into her room." The waiter explained in a trembling voice, how not to tremble Arka asked while giving a creepy look.

Without much more to say, Arka immediately carried the Kalista ala-ala bridal style, moving it from the front door to her room.

Arka laid Kaista on the mattress very carefully, Arka did not want Kalista to wake up. The kiss just got on Kalista's forehead.

"Sosoan jutek, you're really worried." Arka jerked Kalista's nose very worriedly, but still Kalista did not wake up because his sleep was too sound and sound.

Arka lay next to Calista, looking at his wife's face. Compromising with his heart and mind thinking why now his relationship with Kalista becomes tenuous? Even Arka felt guilty for going home from work and instead hung out first in the cafe, while his wife at home waited for feelings of anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, and very worried about him.

The eyes began to get tired, slowly slowly closing by themselves. Tiredness makes Arkan easy to fall asleep, even without cleaning his body, and also without changing the clothes he is wearing.

Both have fallen asleep with their dreams, the atmosphere is getting quiet only the movement of clockwork attached to the wall, and also the sound of crickets outside the house.

The next day, something that happened yesterday was repeated. There was no morning kiss, no greeting, even until now Kalista is still waiting for Arka to apologize to him, about the clash at the office, and his super late return last night.

But what reality? The two are silent! Arka was also insensitive to his wife's anger.

Arka made furious when he saw Kalista already beautiful in the morning blind like this "Ngapain dandan anyway? It's still early in the morning, the sun is still clumping." Arka said in her heart, her hands were busy wrapped around the tie around her neck.

Arka grew furious when she saw Kalista was having breakfast alone, not preparing breakfast for her, not even offering her for breakfast. In Arka's eyes, Kalista was now like a stranger. Not Kalista his wife the beautiful, sweet, spoiled, considerate at all costs. The cyst had disappeared for two days.

Arka prepared milk for her herself, sipped it to the end. Then went to work without saying goodbye and words, but this was still early in the morning, and there had been no appearance of the dawn.

Kalista turned his head, staring at the wide back that used to hold him every night. Her husband is insensitive to her mistakes, while Kalista is also selfish not to reprimand her first.

The tightness and rumbling in his chest was no longer able to hold, the pace of tears that had been dammed was spilled just so wet his cheeks. His eyes were reddened and continuously dripping, his nose was red. The back of the hand of the Kalista tried to wipe and resist the flow of tears.

"Early early in the morning has breakfast? The baby in your stomach is starving, isn't it?" Oma approached Kalista, her voice sounding very friendly.

Kalista immediately turned his face away, it was impossible for him to show the current condition of his face. "Yes hungry, Oma, Kalista entered Oma's room, not feeling well." He said, the road is sideways so that his face is not visible to Oma.

Sounding from the voice of Kalista, Oma realized that Kalista had finished crying. "You're all grown-ups, Oma is sure you can solve your problems, hopefully you two aren't equally selfish!" Oma muttered in her heart.

"God please fix the household relationship of my grandson and his wife." His impulse again, Oma prayed, asking the almighty.

"Last night Arka came home?" Oma asked the servant, because Oma did not know the return of Arka, even this morning Oma had not found the trunk of Arka's nose in this house.

"Home mistress, the young mistress even fell asleep at the door waiting for the master to come home." Answer the servant according to what he knows.

"Egypt? You know my son-in-law fell asleep but didn't you wake up?" Oma looked at the waiter with a fierce look.

"I woke up the lady, but the young lady did not want to move into her room, she said, waiting for Mr. Arka's return. Young mistress is very worried about Mr. Arka madam." The servant explained with his head bowed.

"Then?"

Geez Oma was introgating the waiter with a sharp and piercing look.

"After the master came, the master directly carried her and moved the madam to her room. This morning also the master and mistress did not greet each other at all, the master ignored the mistress who was having breakfast, so the madam cried sadly. Sorry big lady, I know all this, it's not my intention to peek, it's just that I'm worried about the state of the mistress, she said, the mistress is pregnant and it's not very good for her mood and for her fetus either." The servant still said at length with his head bowed, too disinclined and disrespectful to stare at the big madam's bead.

"Good! Keep your eyes on my son-in-law from afar." Oma patted the maid's back, a sweet smile now rising on her cheek.

Kalistas in his room still continue to cry sobbing, this is for the first time in living the household they are silent to each other ignoring, do not respond to passing from one day.

POULEVARD (POV)

The love and affection for my husband is growing and will not decrease in the least. During a week of babymoon and honeymoon in Bali, my beloved husband Arkana William Anggara very, very indulgent me. Whatever I want is always in full.

My husband has always been the best with all his treatment and attention, understanding too. Although sometimes upset because my husband is a pervert, but I like it.

Many moments are created in Bali, let alone its honeymoon. It is really real honeymoon, because at that time we failed honeymoon. And it turns out that honeymoon when the stomach is filled is also fun.

And the happiest is when the maternity shoot, Arka really obeyed all my wishes. All the themes I want, in it. Even my husband was calling a professional designer whose work was always bombing and soaring, even though it was late at night. People might say it's "Learn, it's a lot of money. After all the CEO of a well-known company, which designer dares to turn him down." Okay I admit it's true, but my husband gives me a fair wage. Maybe even above average, just relax my husband is not the type of person who only utilizes performance and ability doang. The main core discipline, if the performance is good then the pay is also higher, the bonus can be obtained. After all they are happy to be able to work together and be involved in making this maternity clothes.

Not only designers, Arka also directly contacted high-class photographers, Maternity Organizer, MUA famous and professional hits, and hair stylist. And Arka also directly booked some places that made the location for babymoon. Actually the places are not empty, let alone the Cara Cara Inn hotel, but Arka in all ways able to book those places.

Maternity goes well, and goes according to plan. Before returning home my husband was treating people who have contributed to the success of this maternity. It's just a regular meal, as a form and our gratitude to them.

The point is that there are so many moments created while in Bali. And the most memorable and unforgettable thing was when my husband did the surfing, really made me a heart sport. My husband was the hot topic of the main among the women who were relaxing on the beach. At first I was insecure, because the women who talked about Arka were sexy women in bikinis and had a nice body.

When my husband surfs, I enjoy the beauty of secret beach, and enjoy the natural charm around this beach. Sitting on the beach, drinking water young head while watching the husband was competing on the waves.

I didn't think I was, I really didn't expect. When the body is swollen aka two-bodied rich this turns out there is still a tempting and inviting acquaintance, ranging from local and foreign men. No wonder, because I am beautiful and charming.

Then me?

Sorry I'm not tempted, I'm not interested. I have a cute husband, handsome, tajir twisting, what the hell should I look for again? All my life I'll only be loyal to an Ark. The mischief of the odd men I did not respond to at all, I just ignored it.

"Wow, that is awesome!"

"Looks cool, and so beautiful."

"The man should be mine."

Lv?

Still busy enjoying young coconut water while playing mobile phone.

"So crazy is so cool!"

"The body is crazy doesn't make sense, so cute. My torn bread."

What the hell are these women? Why so much noise? How handsome is that guy they're talking about? More handsome than my husband or more handsome than a Korean oppa?

Crazy guys, I'm surprised at all. It turns out that the handsome man who is being the fruit of their lips is my own husband. I was so upset, so annoyed and annoyed.

They all cheered flirtatiously. My husband looks so charming. Playing surfing dancing on the waves, the spot fits really. The action is so agile in conquering the waves, get up and stand in doing it very beautifully. I was horrified and horrified to see it, but the ciwi-ciwi was even more attentive to Arka.

Movement Noseriding, KickFlip, Ariel Moves, Tube Ridding do it perfectly. Everyone was screaming watching my husband, while I felt the heart sport, or even my heart felt like it was going to be dislodged. Help u!

Dancing on the waves with bare chest, wide back and sturdy shoulders it looks very athletic and charming, in addition to the checkered stomach that is very tempting faith of women. No wonder why all women are so fascinated and infatuated with my husband.

"Hi, it's crazy that this is a really cute guy." The black bikini woman stared at Arka intensely, her voice flirtatious, even her body language was very seductive.

"Arka." I was surprised that the woman in red bikini recognized my husband. In my heart, I thought "that's danger!"

"Gue Ashila, your high school friend, remember? Yakali forgot you were in high school really want to be my girlfriend."

Oh my God! The red bikini lady named Ashila was really very pessimistic. His face looks very clean, his speech is very crisp, it seems he is very fascinated by the good looks of Arka, especially now his hair is wet and messy, increasingly adding to the impression of his handsome.

The point is my husband is not tempted at all, which there is also a lot of disgust with the woman whose name is Ashila. From their conversation I can conclude, Ashila used to always be picky friends, especially picky boyfriends, arrogant because the children of rich people, like to demean others who are low caste, and, and bring the poor.

"Your flat body is so rich, just a big chest capital doang absolutely nothing compared to my wife."

W O W my husband said out loud, one sentence it was enough to make my heart flowery. Which woman is unhappy when her own husband prides her in front of the woman he once loved.

After surfing, we return to the villa. Rest, because tomorrow we go home. But before going home mandatory I have to shop first, especially buy souvenirs. Come tomorrow, it turns out I almost forgot one of my wishes, which is a trip to the kintamani orange garden. This is a severe cravings, from before pregnant wkwk. Because look from the vlog selebgram Bali.

After being satisfied in the garden of kintamani oranges, pick oranges and eat right there. Finally, choose to buy souvenirs.

Again at the market also met Ashila, complete with Hilda the parasite. I did not end up thinking the same Ashila, has been rejected raw and in the same lowliness of my husband, but still he was still trying to tease. His shame veins have broken off. Even with the pedal he said give me the chance to be his girlfriend, with the record and terms Arka should divorce me.

I want to scream into his ear. "H E L L O W, WHO ARE YOU?" My husband was so annoyed, annoyed, and shuddering in horror.

Without any cue, Arka just stuck his tongue in my mouth. Fondling warmly in front of Ashila and Hilda. Though this is in the market, it is true that my husband is perverted at the world level.

Finished already this babymoon as well as honeymoon, for a week in Bali really feel the affection, as well as warmth of a husband. A husband who is very prepared in all conditions.

After the landing plane, it turns out that Jaka sir picked up and was already in front of the airport. We immediately go home, because this body feels tired and weak, no cleaning the body, the photo is so until the mattress house immediately pulled me to immediately fall down, even to sleep soundly.

Early in the morning my husband woke up, I don't think he's working for today. I was tired, helpless, and reluctant to open my eyes. He even prepared to go to the office, I leave souvenirs for the tire bemo.

The real problem arises when h+1 returns from bali. The waiter said Arka did not eat breakfast, and her steps seemed to be in a hurry. So I took the initiative to bring food, I like to cook, not waitress! Because I was quite worried about his stomach, the day yesterday was quite tiring, especially now the office tasks must be stacked. My husband can't eat late, I'm afraid he's sick.

The cooked food is immediately put in the Tupperware lunch box. Suddenly came doctor Rian and doctor Fani, met and brought souvenirs. They both just got home from Honeymoon. They are not long, because there is still a duty in the RS. I finally got the car, so that's one way.

The car has arrived, the journey is not at all felt because I daydreamed. I drag this step into the Anggara office, receptionist and some friendly greet employees. The receptionist also said that my husband was leading the meeting.

I prefer to wait in his room, once inside I directly observe my husband's desk. Just let me guess, a number of important documents and files are on his desk.

After a few minutes, Andy and Gina walked in. Gina says Arka is still in the meeting room, while Andy only smiles at a glance.

Not long after, the door opened again. Look at the face of my husband who is tangled, his face strokes show that my husband is soybean, even in his hands there is a pile of documents.

"Why are you here? Can't wait at home? Your husband is busy."

The arka? My husband loves and loves me. Suddenly turning into a stranger, he even dared to yell at me in front of Andy and Gina.

These eyes feel very hot, maybe tears have also rebelled want to come out and drip down. The continuous clashing was ringing very clearly in the memories. Yes, I know, he has a lot of work. But, can't you talk about it all right? Why should I yell at him anyway? This heart is very painful, even like a blow.

"Bawain eat? No need! There are so many canteens, I just bought them! I can do it myself!"

His tone was still rising, his eyes staring at me sharply. Then he went to the room, followed by Andy to work on and study the documents, essentially his work in the room.

My good intentions today are not at all appreciated. Too bad, even though he had time to cook. It can be alone, right? Okay let's see! From here the beginning of the household rift appeared.

Even though I was snapped, I also took the initiative to help my husband work. All the documents and files that were piled up on my desk all over, even I came home almost magrib.

Ride a taxi online, even caught Oma and dad. Fired a few questions, fortunately it can still be alibi. I'm sorry god, I lied to Oma and my father-in-law.

It's late, but my husband still hasn't come home. I'm positive thinking dong, maybe his work is still not widespread. Be understood to be left for a week. And I'm still waiting for good faith from Arka, at least apologizing and admitting his mistake.

But these eyes were tired, so they fell asleep before Arka came home.

When you wake up in the morning, look at the side of the bed. My husband was there, also opened his eyes, just still lying down. There was no greeting, and there was no apology either. I was upset myself, yaudah immediately took a shower after that beautiful preening in front of the makeup mirror. No preparing work clothes, ties, shoes, and more. He can be alone! He doesn't need me.

No breakfast or a glass of milk. His pokonya let it go, he can and can do without me! Yesterday snapped like that, right?

Shame is actually quiet and not greeting each other, especially Oma and her rich father pay attention and are quite sensitive as well.

"Not good? It's different." He said half a shout, then put the milk glass back on the table.

Is it different? Does anyone understand more than me? The waiter alone cannot equalize my homemade milk. His eyes were staring at me, but I was so cute. What anyway? It can be alone!

Oma and father chose to finish the absorption quickly, then pemduain resigned themselves first. At this dinner table there is only me with him, I really hope Arka apologizes and admits his mistake. Silence, he suddenly opened his voice, but not the voice of apology. It hurts so bad, the husband himself did not apologize after snapping in front of Andy and Gina.

He said he wanted to go to work, I don't care! Once again he said he wanted to go to work, I still don't care! All I want is an apology from you!

"Bruuuuuuuk." His hand was pounding the table very tightly. His feet kicked the chair, then left for work with an annoyed and pantedy face.

One day has passed, the apology has not come. Okay my universe is strong!

The time is 20:30, my husband is not home yet. Although our relationship is again tenuous, but still the name of the heart and feelings can not be lied to. I felt anxious and worried, afraid that he was doing anything. His phone is off, Andy said even today Arka went home first.

Where did my husband go? An agitated heart can not just wait and be silent, I went back and forth from the room to the main door, wanted to look out but afraid Oma and father were angry, let alone I was two.

An hour, two hours, Arka still didn't show her nose. These eyes began to get tired and fell asleep in front of the main door.

When I woke up, it was morning. And this is me sleeping in the room, okay I understand maybe Arka moved me. The two stared at each other at a glance, still remaining silent and not greeting each other.

Uh wait, my sense of smell is very sharp. I smelled a very pungent woman's perfume, and it seemed to come from the clothes Arka was wearing, because Arka was still wearing work clothes without replacing them before going to bed.

I bathed with tears breaking, my cries breaking and sobbing. My mind is fucked! Whose perfume? Was my husband cheating? God, I can't accept this fact.

After making sure my eyes weren't too swollen from crying, I immediately ended this clean, sad ritual. Get out of the bathroom, change your clothes, and go back to preening. With a heart and mind chaotic like this, actually I am lazy to make up, just yes for the sake of disguising puffy eyes. It's not funny if you get caught Arka, Oma or dad.

In a blind morning like this, it seems like oma and dad have not left the room yet. I decided to have breakfast first, so as not to meet Oma and father. I'm afraid these puffy eyes are caught.

Arka looked at me very sharply, then she made milk for herself, gulped it down. Then go to work on this blind morning.

Two days have passed, the good faith has not come. These eyes were still watching his back move away and disappear. In this second I was very hopeful, my husband turned his back and apologized. However, nil!

This tightness in the chest is already very painful, the eyes feel hot and can not withstand the pace of the puddle. Crying sobbing in front of the dining table, this heartache was like there were thousands of daggers stuck in. This brain keeps wondering whose perfume?

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