The Married With Bad Boy

CHAPTER 87

"Ar, gather first yuk with children," asked Virza while slowing down the speed of the motorbike.

"Gue wants to go home, Naya is waiting at home. Pity that he was tired of nothing" Arsen said, turning to Virza for a moment.

"Oo, yeah. Poor too." Suddenly they stopped the motor when they saw someone being beaten. "Ar, Ar, it's like Roni."

"Yes." Yeah." Arsen got off his bike and took off his helmet. And so is Virza. "Gapain you!"

The three men turned out to be Bara's men.

"You're both Bara's men, why crack Roni!"

The three men laughed loudly. "Huh, he's part of our gang?! He's just a lackey!"

"You guys get out of here! Before we hit!" Arsen clenched his hands together and prepared to hit.

"Okay, we're leaving! Just take your ex! It's no use either!" The three of them got back on their bikes and left.

Arsen and Virza were now staring at Roni who was lying in pain.

"Za, we help him."

"Yes that. That's why this person doesn't have to betray. Now you know the answer." Virza and Arsen help Roni stand up and break her up.

"Za, there's a clinic. Let's just take it there." They both hold Roni to the clinic so that Roni immediately get treatment on his injuries.

Arsen and Virza wait until the Doctor finishes treating Roni's wounds.

"Gue apologizes to you for betraying me. Especially lo, Ar," Roni said after coming out of the examination room and was waiting for medicine.

"Yes, it's all gone. We're sorry too" said Arsen. He now stands while looking at the clock on his phone and opens his whatsapp message. "Well, why is my quota running out. Well, Naya could be upset." Then Arsen reinserted his phone. "Gue go home first. Roni's anter will come home first, Za."

"Yes." Yeah."

Arsen immediately stepped onto his bike. He got on his bike and put on his helmet. "Oh, I almost forgot. Naya's got an egg martabak." Arsen turned his motorbike and looked for the martabak seller first.

...***...

"What old arts?" Naya stares at her phone and tries to contact Arsen but the call is not connected. "You should have gone home earlier. Ih, definitely hang out first."

Naya puts her phone on the nightstand then pulls the blanket. I don't know, since coming home from the hospital his mood went up and down, probably because he was tired of not doing anything at all.

"Well, if you come home later. It's nice that he can hang out, since the hospital keeps coming home, I can't say anything. Tired of not going out, not seeing friends."

Suddenly Naya was crying. He felt very upset even though it was just a trivial matter.

Thirty minutes later Arsen arrived home. He went straight to his room while carrying the egg martabak according to Naya's order.

"Well asleep?" Arsen looked at Naya who was tightly wrapped. He put the martabak he brought on the table and then he went to the bathroom. After that he went up to the bed and rubbed Naya's hair but Arsen actually heard sobs from Naya.

"Darling, why are you crying?" Arsen grabbed Naya's shoulder and twisted her body. Naya's cheeks were already wet with both eyes puffy. "Is anyone sick?"

"Darling, don't misunderstand me. Terrified explanation. I'm not hanging out. I nolong Roni who was ganged up."

"You lied. You're good to hang out and hang out with friends. I'm just at home. Bored!"

Arsen scrunched his forehead staring at Naya. It's not usually Naya like this. Maybe this is congenital from her pregnancy, coupled with the boredom that has been ended. Arsen grabbed Naya's body and hugged her. "I never lied to you. I know you're bored at home and can't say anything. Tomorrow we take a walk to the park. The doctor also said it's okay as long as it doesn't do heavy work."

Naya started to stop crying. He now wiped his tears.

"Just this time you've been flirting with trivial problems. It must be this grandpa who's looking for Dad's attention." Arsen took off his arms and bowed his body and kissed Naya's stomach. "Yes? Dedek wants to be watched out for Daddy huh. I never hang out with my friends again. I'm just going to college, work, and out if I have any business. Don't sulk anymore yeah, don't make me cry again."

Then Arsen rubbed Naya's stomach hoping for a small kick from the inside. Several swipes, Arsen has got three kicks from the inside.

Naya can now smile a little. The mood has improved. Moreover, seeing Arsen's interaction with his baby in the stomach really looks very sweet.

"Eh, my mom is already smiling. Want to eat martabak? I've been looking to three places because it's over."

"If not, come home next time."

Arsen straightened himself and rubbed the top of Naya's head. "I know what it's like to crave. I must have found it until I could."

"Keep why were you not active?"

"My quota is up after the video call with you."

Naya let out a long sigh relieving the tightness in her chest. "I also don't know why suddenly I was so upset and wanted to cry like this."

"Yes, it's a pregnant person's birth. Here eat first, must be hungry." Arsen helped Naya get out of bed and sat down near the study table. "Martabak your favorite special egg. Want me a bribe?"

Naya nodded her head while smiling.

Of course, Arsen fed Naya with pleasure. He would definitely always pamper Naya as long as he could. "You spent no papa." Arsen continued to feed Naya until half a serving was finished.

"You eat too." Naya turns to feed Arsen. Finally, one card of martabak was finished.

"Bumil who cravings, I follow full. My belly fat is everywhere. Have to set the gym schedule again."

"Ih, after I'm born. Now let's have my friend, we're fat together."

"Bad ask for something." Then Arsen took a bottle of Naya's mineral water and helped her drink.

"Ar, why are you still helping Roni? Didn't he betray you?"

"Yes, even so, he's still my friend. It's not good to have a grudge against others."

Naya looked at Arsen with her sparkling eyes. Arsen's heart is good, it's just that it used to be covered with his naughty behavior. "I love my dad more and more."

"I also ate the same affection of this beautiful future mother."

Then their faces approached each other and clenched each other to sip the sweetness of honey that had become opium.