The Substitute Husband's Love

The Substitute Husband's Love
Chapter 43



The ticking, the finger shaking, the eyes were sticky like glue. I don't know why lately very sleepy during the day when not staying up late... 😴😴😴


"Bandung," muttered Arka watching every word of the city's name on the departure table of the train that was about to take her away.


When he managed to find the name of the city famous as the city of flowers and the city of Parahyangan, Arka smiled full of happiness.


This was his first time visiting a city known for its cool weather.


After resolving the issue of the farewell letter, today in the morning Arka left for Bandung for Nasya and his future baby, after asking for the address of his residence to his two parents-in-law.


Patience and effort will always bear sweet fruit, that is what Arka believes.


Hours of travel were weeks for Arka. He will finally meet the woman he misses so much.


In the afternoon, the young man who was always dressed formally outside finally arrived at his address, saw a woman sitting on the green grass of the courtyard, stepped slowly and then sat beside him.


"How are you?" ask Arka with a stuffing full of haru flavor.


The woman gasped, feeling that the voice beside her might have just misheard. Where could Arka be here, he thought as he chuckled amusedly.


"Didn't you miss fighting over the bed with me?"


Degβ€”


Nasya fell silent, then chuckled again without glancing back or sideways. Still believe that it is just a hallucination.


Degβ€”


When the burly hand was coiled around his stomach, Nasya only glanced back. He was not dreaming, in one jolt he had released Arka's embrace.


"When did you come here? How's bisβ€”"


Arka silenced Nasya with a warm kiss for quite a long time.


"Look, yuk? It's so cold in here!" invite Arka, he really feels cold. Not pretending.


Pulling Nasya's hand in, Arka took her sitting on the sofa. Swiping both palms, Arka tried to warm herself.


"Ka, how did you get here? Wh-wh-what for? Aren't we separated? Yesterday Mama delivered our farewell letter to Mommy and Daddy, but now you're here? Don't play me, Ka!" said Nasya with a trembling voice, Arka can make sure that the woman who somehow cut her hair to be as long as her elbows will cry.


"Yes!" sure enough, the next second Nasya had sobbed.


"There's no parting in my dictionary, even if we get married by force! Love can come because I'm used to it, now I love you!"


Arka pulled Nasha's hand, hugging her tightly.


Isakan Nasya increasingly heard clearly, Arka peeping Nasya's forehead.


"Then the letter?" Nasya releases himself from Arka's embrace, beginning to question what she wants to ask.


"Mama made it, it's fake. I didn't sign any letters! Even tore it in front of Mama." explained Arka, of course making Nasya's eyebrows wrinkle, astonished.


"Why is there such a mother?"


"She wasn't my real mother, she just raised me, not gave birth to me."


Nasya did not ask further, he chose to take Arka to sit down. Seeing Arka trembling in the cold, Nasya immediately picked up a blanket. Give it to Arka, then rush to the kitchen and soon return with a cup of warm chocolate.


"I don't need this to get warm again" Arka said in a voice that had started to differ.


"What do you need? Maybe I can make it, or get it!"


Arka smiled cunningly, she clasped Nasha's hand, rubbed it and then kissed it. Grabbing the nape of Nasya's back neck and pulling him up until their faces close together.


"Carca!" reprimand Nasya, trying to escape, but in the strangle Arka until his body fell on Arka.


"I'm carrying your child!" nasha protested, holding her stomach, as if worried that something might happen to her baby.


"I want to see my son in there! Only that way can warm me up!" said Arka, weld.


Scolding, of course, in another sense.


"No!"


"Yes, right now, right here!" Arka pointed at the brown velvet sofa.


"You're no longer warassss... Akhβ€”!"


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Nyusulin arc so only for Nana Nina ya 😏😏😏


Tomorrow is noon!!!


Do not forget the support, can be in the form of flowers, author no one loves flowers on valentine day the other day 😏😏😏


Don't forget Nana Nina, who has a husband!!! Who do not have cucumber or eggplant use aloneahh πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚