The Little Wife of Arsen

chapter 43: Review of Arsen

"I'm Alea mas. Alea! Not Dira!!"

Alea's screech was accompanied by a hard slap on the cheek, able to resuscitate Arsen in an instant. The heat and pain running through her cheeks seemed to be nothing more than the pain she had inflicted on the wound in Alea's heart that had been gaping since yesterday. Red eyes with tears flowing without permission from those two pretty eyes. Again and again, he made the same wound on Alea.

Of the many things he could think of, or else his head should have kept Alea's name because the object he saw now, before his eyes was the wife, he said, I don't know why even the name Dira that appears is being read. The depravity again was for mentioning Dira's name after kissing Alea that deep. After their first touch in addition to holding hands.

Arsen's hand that was about to grab Alea's hand, was brushed aside violently by the woman. Alea rubbed his own tears and again, the gaze shown towards him made Arsen fully aware if he became a jerk man who could not even move on despite already having a Wife.

"Decks"

"I'm Alea mas. Not the Dira. You kissed me mas, kissed your wife named Alea!!"

It was eager for Arsen to pull Alea into his arms. It was just that the screech became the cover of their conversation when Alea chose to directly get out of the car and walk into the house with her bursting cry.

Arsen was frozen instantly. Staring at that back that was getting further away and finally disappearing from behind the door. Arsen cursed himself for doing so. How could he even mention Dira's name at a time like that?.

His body that had started to shiver in the cold, made Arsen immediately get down from the car. He should take a warm bath and rest. Alea's problem will be he thinks about later, his body needs rest now. The thought of Dira being pregnant is even now back in the head. I don't know since when he became unstable like this.

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Crying over something that has happened and will continue to happen until it changes life in the future. Alea chose not to cry anymore and instead continued reading the novel that had been delayed earlier.

Honestly, he had been crying. But upon hearing the approaching step of the room, Alea wiped her tears and instantly turned her position into a deep recoil with the novel opened. Just let the Arsen mas enter without a word at all and directly walk towards the bathroom.

The sound of water taps coming from the direction of the bathroom, made Alea a little bit of a fret. Mas Arsen has a fever, and if a cold shower will actually make his body shiver even more. Alea shook her head, for whatever she cared, whether she wanted a fever or not, not her business. How dare the Arsen mas kiss him but instead mention the name mbak Dira. If it is not discovered, and more than that happens, Arsen will continue to imagine if the one he is touching is Mbak Dira.

Uhuk.uhuk.uhuk.

The sound of coughing from the direction of the bathroom was muffled with the sound of running water but could still be caught by his auditory senses got a direct swipe from Alea's mouth.

Closing the novel with a hunch, Alea immediately got out of bed and walked out of the room. The aim is a kitchen with the initial intention to make ginger wedang for Arsenic mas. Along with her who reached the kitchen, bi Ina came out of the back area while carrying 1 bushel that seemed to be wrapped with a flower-patterned cloth on the dining table.

"Mr Alea wants to eat?"

Alea shook her head. Take a glass and then pour 1 spoon of ginger powder into it. His gaze was still fixed on bi Ina who was standing beside the dining table. The clock has shown almost 11 pm, for what bi Ina prepares a bushel that seems to contain food because of the bad smell coming from there.

"Who's bi for?" ask Alea at last.

"Make Miss Amel mbak. Food for the hospital guard"

"Dragon's in the hospital?"

Bi Ina nodded in response to the question from her master's daughter-in-law. Seeing the eyes of Arsen's wife who seemed like she was crying, eager to ask why, just carelessly done because it is not her right to ask questions about other people's problems.

"Who's sick?" Alea walked closer towards bi Ina with a cup of ginger wedang already in hand. Mas Arsen must have not come out of the bathroom, then Alea would chat for a while with bi Ina before returning to the room. There are also more sick than Arsen in this house?, even worse to get into the hospital?

There were indeed some calls and messages from the mother who was not picked up or read by her. Maybe the contents of the message tell me if Aunt Jihan is hospitalized.

"There was a message from mommy. Not even Alea has read. What pain bi?"

"His high blood pressure relapsed. He said he collapsed at home a few hours after Arsen mas dateng, continued to be taken directly to the hospital. This is me going there, can Alea come too?"

"Later to go there same mas Arsen aja bi. Aunty first, it's okay"

"Good mbak. There's a side dish in the fridge. If you want to eat stay warm, yes mbak. Excuse me for this"

As soon as bi Ina walked away towards the front door. Alea's steps began to climb the stairs towards her room. No more water tap sounds heard, maybe Arsen's already finished bathing. Opening the door of the room, Alea sighed as she found someone curled up under a thick blanket. Without asking 'pun, the wind also knows if the one who curled up cold under the blanket is a male figure who still has not moved on with his ex. Actually, how much love Arsen mas same mbak Dira to make the man immediately fever and shiver because of a problem related to the woman that not even Alea know at all.

Putting the cup on the nightstand, Alea flicked away a bit of the blanket and found Arsen bare-chested, saying nothing, Alea put the blanket back together and took a t-shirt from the closet.

"Wear clothes first, I help" briefly. Despite being worried about Arsen's condition now, Alea's heartache about the incident was still very pronounced. If he's evil, maybe he's staying away from Arsen now.

"Decks"

"Diem. Don't talk much" he joked again. After Arsen used her t-shirt, Alea took a cup filled with ginger and gave it to Arsen.

"Drink first" while letting Arsen drink, Alea measured the man's body temperature. If the heat doesn't come down until later tonight, Alea will take Arsen to the hospital.

"I'm sorry" said Arsen.

"I don't need your apologies. I need an explanation. But not now, the body and the contents of your head are not as good. So just rest"

Taking the glass that had run aground from Arsen's hand, Alea stood up after making sure that her husband returned to the body. Alea, who was almost at the door, stopped again and turned her body to face her husband.

"Say bi Ina aunty Jihan was hospitalized. High blood. And it has a lot to do with you and the Hero" honestly this is not a question, but the information he wants to share with Arsen. At least if you know Aunt Jihan entered the hospital after her arrival, her husband will try to recover quickly in order to visit the hospital.

Alea was intending to continue her steps, but came back to a standstill when a soft voice came from Arsen.

"Dira's pregnant, Wira's father. And I'm sorry that this information might hurt you"

Defying Arsen, Alea smiled wryly "Yes. It hurts mas. It turns out that Dira is pregnant with Wira, your pantes are so crazy tonight. And you're not willing to do that, until you kiss your own wife but the one overshadowed by another woman" Alea said, then resumed her steps out of the room.

Checkmate to Arsen.

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once there was a sukur-sukurin to Arsen. got him too.