Trapped by My Husband's Destiny

Fretted

Nadia's phone rang. The song performed by the Guardian Band titled What is the News Dear is heard. Nadia stepped her feet towards the bed where the electronics were. Previously she was at the dresser, cleaning up the rest of the makeup on the face. Although she never wears thick makeup, she always cleans her face before going to bed.

Mimic his face was slightly moody when he looked at the screen. Exiting a short and quick breath from his nose was like complaining. He stared at the mobile screen. It seemed like he was a little lazy to pick up the incoming call on the 5-inch communication device.

Nadia stunned. He ignored the call until the ringtone stopped. He put the phone back on the bed. But just a second the electronic goods touched the bed, heard the same ringtone again from the communication device, as if the item was clear to touch.

Nadia's hand slowly took the phone and shifted the green menu.

"Yes. hello...."

"How are you, Nad? Was busy?"

There was a soft-pitched male voice that was Nadia's interlocutor now.

"Good, Mas."

Nadia tried to sit on the bedside. He responded to his interlocutor in a short tone.

"Just come home from work?"

The man at the end of the phone opened the conversation.

"Sir. It's been a while, too."

Nadia is not eager to serve her interlocutor.

"Didn't you bother me?"

The man was fishing for a conversation.

"What's up, Mom?"

The interlocutor's question is answered with a question. Not answers.

"Oh, there's nothing important. So.. are you busy?"

The man who spoke softly, was slightly pitched in disappointment when saying that sentence.

"Ndak't been busy, Mas. But I want to rest. Tired." Brief Nadia.

"There's actually one thing to ask. Can I ask you a question?"

The man's voice was a little off.

"Yes, Mas. please."

"Shearing... Nadia's going to be engaged?"

The man asked with a hint of doubt. It sounds from his voice.

Nadia was silent for a moment. He didn't have to ask who Mas Amrun knew about his fiancee. It must be Riana who told me.

"Nad...?"

Amrun checked the whereabouts of his interlocutors.

"Oh."

They're speechless.

Amrun did not know what to talk about anymore because his heart was frozen.

While Nadia seemed to want to quickly end this conversation.

"Hmmm. Have a good rest, Nadia...."

There was a bit of a raucous voice from the last sentence spoken by Amrun.

"Thank you, Mum. Good night."

Nadia moved her hand away from her ear. Menu with red phone images pressed by it. Done it. His heart was relieved.

Nadia felt uneasy when she received a call from Amrun. She feels guilty with Arkan type receiving a call from another man. Even if they are not engaged. But, Nadia just wanted to keep her heart.

Amrun, Riana's sister is already a past time for him. He did not want to expect the man to come home again, even to propose to him. A new chapter in his life has begun. Start with a handsome-looking guy and an established job. But that's not what Nadia relies on. The courage of a man who took him to a more serious level, it is what he greatly appreciated from Arkan. It was also his dream from before. And, thanks to God, his request was granted.

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"I know, you're ashamed now to be close to me."

Arkan twisted the spaghetti that was on the plate with a fork. He put it in his mouth carefully. Arkan did not want the white clothes he wore stained. The man did not see the other person when he said that sentence.

Quiescent. There's no answer. Around only the sound of other guests chatting in the Cafe that looks luxurious. Not many visitors. Just a few tables. For Arkan, a place with this condition is very comfortable.

Daniel tried to enjoy the grilled chicken that was on the plate with both hands. Men who have sexy lips eat slowly. He did not want to make a sound when chewing his food. Table manner is well applied at the dining table. Arkan successfully taught him in this regard.

"Am I talking to a mannequin in the center of the market?" arkan Syndic.

"Already, Mas. I don't want to fight" Daniel cut quick.

"Mas, *n*didn't fight, Niel. But you're changing now...."

Arkan expressed his opinion by looking at Daniel. He stopped the movement of the right hand holding the fork. The fork was attached to the top of the spaghetti.

Daniel, of course, did not want to see Arkan staring right in the face. He busied himself and struggled with his favorite roast chicken. Embarrassed. That's how he feels right now. He can't be looked at and seen by others. Especially Arkan. Arkan who had eyes that could anesthetize him, was deliberately avoided. Large and beautiful eyes, coupled with a perfect eyebrow thickness, make his heart will beat tight.

"Mas just doesn't want you to change?"  real Arkan slightly lowered his tone of speech.

"Humans will change, Mommy. My age is also increasing. I'm not a kid anymore" Daniel said. He tried to speak the sentence politely so that Arkan would not be offended.

"Yes. You're not a kid anymore, you're 25 now. But I continue to regard and treat you like a child" Arkan replied.

"Already, Mas. Let our relationship work as it is. Just do what needs to be done. In the office, Mas is my boss. Outside, Mas is my brother."

Daniel looked at Arkan once. Not until one second his eyes look at Arkan, he immediately lowered his gaze back when he met the man in front of him. Fretted. There was an unusual feeling when I looked into those eyes.

Arkan did not want to resume their talks. Stirred and twisted back spaghetti on a plate. Lifting the fork in a slow motion towards his mouth. He chews slowly. His mouth was neatly closed as he chewed the food. His head looked to the side, towards the highway. Raindrops were seen on a highway overcrowded with vehicles. On the walls of the Cafe made of glass, the rainwater has been stuck since half an hour ago. Spoons. Arkan's gaze focused on the hill that was falling down slowly.

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