The Perfect Husband's

Episode 07's

Wearing a t-shirt with a starbucks logo and short jeans, I walked into the living room.My eyes swept all over the room, seeing some people I did not know were busy talking warmly. I frowned, when I saw the man whose familiar face was also sitting in the guest room.

".Well, that's Anne," said Mas Eza, who made all pairs of eyes directly on me. No exception Papa who looked at me sharply from head to toe. Papa really does not like to see my clothes that he thinks are not polite.

".Oh, so this is Anne? Beautiful cen." Grandma Arsen--- who was sitting next to her grandson, praised me blatantly.and Arsen was only able to nod as if he was pleased.

".Dear Anne, let's join us here." Pinta Mom. With a heavy heart, I rushed over and wanted to sit on an empty sofa, but a woman who looked younger than me started to get up and make a sound.

".Mba An, sit here aja. next to Mas Arsen. let Vanilla who moved to a single sofa. while the right side of Arsen so empty mlompong.

I let out an irritated sigh as Papa and Mama's gazes signaled for me to sit next to Arsen. Old Mas-mas!

When I finally sat down. somehow the sofa placed by three people feels very narrow.what because Grandma Arsen's body is too big or this old Mas-mas deliberately crimped with me? I tried to keep my distance to avoid Arsen's touch.

"An, you don't want to shake hands with the Arsenes? Come on, quick salim used to be with Grandma Arsen." said Papa.

I immediately kissed Grandma Arsen's hand politely.

"Well, if that beautiful woman is Vanilla. her sister Arsen, she's only one year below you." Papa said again this time pointing to the beautiful woman-who switched places with me earlier. I looked over and smiled at Vanilla, a forced smile.

"And the last one..."

"stop, Pa!" I immediately interrupted while raising my five fingers high.

"I know this old Mas-mas.he's Papa's friend, right?". Everyone laughed when they heard me.

"An, this Arsen isn't Papa's friend." Connect Mas Eza. "But yesterday he said he was Papa's friend." I stared at Mas Eza's face with a pity.

"Anne, call Arsen politely. Don't she-she, her name is Arsen Namara. Look at her face, saucy pisan ya. Papa Arsen is of middle eastern descent, An." Mama praised Arsen blak-blak an which actually makes me careless.

"Pa, Ma, Mas, I'm confused, what the hell is going on? and who is this old Mas-mas sitting next to me?" I'm spontaneous.

"Anne, her name is Arsen. Don't call her that!" scold Mama once again.

"Old gold?" suddenly Vanilla giggled amusedly. "the face of Mas emang looks old si." ridiculed as he looked at Arsen while laughing sideways. Arsen glared at his sister, giving a stern warning. "Hush, just haphazardly say."

"Anne, this is funny, yes. Grandma's getting to like Anne." Now Grandma looked at me anxiously as she stroked my back from behind.

I swear, this is a fucking show! all of this managed to confuse me at the same time.Rush me away from the touch of Grandma and get up on my feet.

"I guess Anne wants to go into the room anyway because Anne's not feeling well anymore." I said I was trying to deny the conversation just now.

"What's? all eyes are on me. ".No need, Grandma, I'm in good health. It's getting better soon." I landed my ass back on the couch, while Arsen smiled.

".So, Ay, Arsen is Om Yusuf's son. You remember the same friend Papa who once bought you a tricycle when you were five years old?." mumbling Mama on the sidelines Mbok Min came to deliver a drink and put it on the table.

A fiver? I don't remember buying a tricycle with Om Yusuf anymore. I don't know him anyway. His name felt strange to my ears.

".I'm sure Anne forgot, aren't you, An?

Grandma looked back at me. What I replied with a nod though I did not understand the point of this conversation.

"Om Yusuf is Papa's best friend from High School. But unfortunately, you and Arsen only met once. That was when you were fifteen." continued Papa later.

".You don't remember me?" Arsen suddenly looked at me. He pointed at himself.

I immediately frowned, looking at this face of the man next to me closely.

"no." I replied.

".Just remember, An. You used to hug me."

My eyes were shocked. ".Hug You?" I grinned amusedly.

"don't dream, there's no way I'm going to hug a man who's stuck like you."

".hush, Anne, you can't talk rich that way." Papa gave a loud rebuke. His eyes glared sharply. His face was glazed as he looked at Arsen.

"Here you go, my child, it is also free that you try to restore Anne's old memory. She must have forgotten, Anne was a child. Now it's better, how about we just talk about the future of your son and my grandson."

Grandma's words can confuse me. I touched my head, and suddenly it hurt. The state of my stomach again churned with nausea. Maybe it's the alcohol effect of yesterday's hangover.

".Yes, if that's all we have to do is set a wedding date for Arsen and Anne" Papa said.

 One sentence from Papa was able to make me cry hysterically.just barely both my eyeballs came out. "What's? A wedding? I'm the same old mas-mas?" I looked at Arsen with a horrified look. Oh, my God.. How can it be?

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