The Little Wife of Arsen

Chapter 10: The Woman is Named Dira

Please tell Alea how to deal with a silent, non-talking human. Whether angry or not, his expression was unpredictable at all. Alea was confused himself to see the attitude of the Arsen mas who barely said anything but 'spian'.

The head of the husband who has such a nature is sinful or not?.

Alea clenched her hands while continuing to follow Arsen around the rows of shelves filled with vegetables in this supermarket. It has been almost 3 times muter, but none of the men took even though it has a list of items that must be purchased from the mother. Asked, her husband did not give at all.

"I'm tired of mas, muter-muter. What would you buy anyway?" ask Alea sewot. His legs were really sore from trailing Arsen with no clear purpose at all.

Alea's hand clenched in the air, eager to raise his hand against Arsen's head again and again not to answer the question he just had. Her husband is now even cool flipping through kitchen spices that Alea believes is not known by name by Arsen.

Upset because of Arsen's attitude that actually does not know but pretentious to know with the items listed by the mother whose contents are mostly kitchen spices, Alea pulled the phone of her husband.

"If you don't know, don't know. Mas want to mijetin if my feet pegel" Oceh Alea. Not at all concerned with some visitors glancing towards him. After all, they must also consider Alea to be an impolite child to her om. Not a disrespectful wife with a husband.

"Try if you give the list to me. We did not muter-muter was not clearly rich earlier" Alea said again.

There is no word from Arsen. Alea found her husband just silent and now back tailed himself who began filling the trolley with groceries ordered by the mother. Good mas Arsen was silent, an opportunity for Alea to express her grievances since.

Her husband's mood has been bad since the house. Actually Alea knew the reason. It must be because he was hanging out with the Hero.

Hi, mas bejo. That's your cousin. Yes Kali Himself jutek same mas Wira.

"Mas ja—"

"Don't get angry in public places. It's not good to see people" Arsen cut.

Alea instantly pursed her lips no longer daring to continue with her severed sentence just now. She looked at her husband who was now looking at her with a frown, as if there was a word 'why?' on Arsen's forehead now.

Putting the packing ginger into the trolley, Alea looked back at Arsen fixedly. Since yesterday, she has been very curious about the reason why her husband is not friendly to Wira.

"Someone asked Alea to ask. Can you?" ask Alea at last.

"Take the road"

Alea nodded according to Arsen's "Mas Wira has been in Singapore for a long time?" for a moment there was no reply from Arsen. Alea glanced a little to see how her husband's expression was. And the super-cold handsome face that Alea saw just now.

"About 8 years" replied Arsen.

Let's go around in circles first before asking the core of the question that since yesterday bothered Alea's mind.

"Work there?" ask Alea again.

"Yes. He went to medical school there, and is now taking specialists"

Alea nodded her head "But there is an intention to return to work here, right?"

The look of Arsen's shocked face plus the man who also stopped walking, made Alea immediately turn her body towards Arsen.

"Tante Jani who told me, wira said he wanted to work there because of someone, so I just made mastiin again" explained Alea. This time their position was reversed, Arsen the road ahead, and Alea tailed her husband who was walking towards the cashier.

"No idea, it's none of your business" replied Arsen.

"Tante Jani in Indo, means in Singapore the same mbak Dira huh mas? Aww"

Alea hit Arsen's back. The tall and burly body of her husband suddenly stopped suddenly making Alea who had been tailing behind Arsen clearly hit the body of the man. It seemed like calling Dira's name made Arsen stop his steps all of a sudden.

"Don't get too close to the hero" he said.

"Why?" ask Alea. It was forbidden to be close to Wira even though her husband's cousin was very nice to talk to, Alea obviously refused if there was no obvious reason.

"Not much to ask. Just don't get too close to the hero. Or mas take your credit card again" threatened Arsen and then back to the cashier.

If this isn't a public place, or if Arsen doesn't remind him not to get angry in a public place. Believe me, Alea's carnal nature must have exploded by now.

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"It's done with the makeup. Mother nyariin you"

Alea turned to the source of the voice. Arsen stood on the doorstep of the room with a suit stelan that was the same color as the dress Alea was wearing. Dress and suit from om Dirga.

"If there's an event in your family, it's always this crowded huh mas?" aela asked as she walked closer to Arsen.

"It's still not much. If it's in the building much more crowded. Most of the guests knew Aunt Jani and Om Dirga. That's why it came"

Alea nodded her head. Only this time was willing to explain at length without being forced first. "I was taken by ya mas. Lots of people, if you say, tonight there is nothing you can hug"

Judging from her husband's eyes being rounded in shock, it was certain that what Alea felt that night was not a dream. Alea did not see it until she did not realize that someone was hugging her while sleeping.

Although it looks awkward. Arsen took Alea's hand and took her down the stairs.

This guy likes to take a chance in a narrowness. The narrowness of the sofa means. Inner Alea.

The wave of her mother's hand asking Alea to come closer towards her, made Alea could feel Arsen's grasp slightly loosening. She quickly put her hand on Arsen's arm and whispered to her husband. Seriously, Alea was afraid of being left alone in this crowd. "Don't let go of me."

"Mother will not let go of you. Take it easy" said Arsen, releasing Alea's hand and giving it to her.

As soon as he gave his hand to the mother, Arsen immediately passed away leaving Alea who was staring at Arsen's back further away.

Following the mother, one by one colleagues were introduced to her. Alea who was only a 19-year-old girl who knew nothing about business was only a good listener. Sometimes a smile to respond to the discussion of the people around her even though her eyes continue to look for the existence of her husband.

The show went well as it should. Lots of congratulations Alea received from some guests who came, some even gave her a gift that was either placed now where by Diwa, because when he got a pile of gifts, some even gave her a gift, Diwa helped bring him upstairs.

Alea's lips pursed tightly when Arsen never visited also seen the trunk of his nose. After the show was over, her husband disappeared like a demon. Alea was forced to follow Diwa among the extended families in this house.

"Why do you follow me mulu?!"

Not caring about Diwa's scolding, Alea continued to follow wherever the man went. Even when Diwa went to the bathroom, Alea faithfully waited until Diwa came out.

"Since when has this friendly Alea become introverted with others?!"

"Not much gu—"

"Alea, sullen son"

Alea's words were forced to stop when mother again told him to come closer. If Diwa refuses to be followed, Alea will follow her mother-in-law wherever she is.

"Polite. I'm your brother-in-law!" aela whispered with a pinch on her waist before finally approaching her with a triumphant smile on Diwa.

Following the mother who was now holding her hand while walking towards the middle room. Alea could find her husband sitting there with his gaze still fixed on the phone. On the sofa was a grandfather who welcomed Alea's arrival with an expanding smile. Despite being almost 87 years old, the aura of good looks is still clearly visible in every wrinkle of his face. Other than her father-in-law, Alea knew where her husband's good looks came from.

"Because there are you in this house, besides Gea, Grandpa finally has another granddaughter"

Alea smiled in response to grandfather's words just now. Her mother-in-law left immediately as Alea sat beside Arsen, replaced by the arrival of Wira and several other Arsen cousins who were now gathered in the living room. Perhaps in her husband's family there is a tradition where all the grandchildren gather together to hear the advice of the only old man in this house.

As Wira sat right in front of them, Alea knew that Arsen had put his phone down and stared flat at his cousin.

"Arsen, it's time for you to apologize Wira" said the gentle grandfather.

Alea stared fixedly at her husband's face which now displayed a look of dislike. I don't know what really happened, but Alea believes that something big must have happened between the two.

"Joy to Alea. And Wira will also fetch her other happiness" continued grandfather. The old man grabbed Arsen's hand and grasped it tightly. "It's time for your relationship to be okay. Grandpa lost Dira, don't lose your wife too"

It felt like Alea was asking anyone about what grandfather meant just now. But not yet had time to say it, his hand was suddenly grasped by Arsen who forced him to stand up.

"Alea there's a lecture clock tomorrow cake. Arsen and Alea go home first and cake" Arsen kisses grandfather's hand. No matter how Alea followed what the man was doing, though the big question mark was now engraved on his head now. And after that Alea felt the grip of Arsen's hand that pulled her out of the house tightened even more.

Thira. Sure, there's something about that woman.