WRONG MARRIAGE

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While waiting for the cooking to finish, Arkhan sat on a chair while playing his phone. He turned to the side, right to the dining table that had been served a bowl of soup, the source of the delicious aroma that was smelled was from the soup. Indeed, since Zalfa in the cooking process, the aroma has been smelled by Arkhan.

Arkhan took a fork and spoon at the table. “This is for me?” ask her while putting the spoon and fork into the bowl.

“Iya.” Zalfa sat down on Arkhan's side while putting another bowl of soup.

Arkhan began to eat soup made by his wife. He was amazed, it turned out that the beauty was able to process food into a very tasty dish and shake the tongue.

“Where?” zalfa asked while looking at her husband's expression.

“I will often eat at home if this is.” Arkhan seemed to be enjoying. Then he turned to look at Zalfa who was even just smiling. “Why don't you eat, isn't that your soup?” Arkhan pointed at the other bowl with his chin.

“Yes, this is mine. But still very hot.”

“Why is your bowl small?” Arkhan stared at the bowl with a picture of Zalfa's blue flowers.

“This is the rest only,” replied Zalfa.

“You cook a little.”

“You yourself said that all residents of this house rarely eat at home. You also heard that Elijah did not like my cooking. Of course this is the only one that is kubikin.” Zalfa smile.

Arkhan no longer responded, he was seen enjoying his meal.

“Do you still want to add? Just finish my soup,” said Zalfa while shoving his bowl.

Arkhan. Although he still wanted to eat it, he chose to refuse it. Perhaps Zalfa also wanted to eat the results of his cooking. It does not take long to finish the bowl. He pushed the bowl into the middle of the table and gulped down the mineral water Zalfa had prepared.

“Now I want to go. You just do the activities you find fun.” Arkhan stood up.

Zalfa stood up and followed Arkhan who walked towards the front room.

“You don't need to come with me!” arkhan turned towards Zalfa.

“I'll just take you all the way to the front.”

Arkhan rolled his eyes, apparently his conjecture was wrong. He thought Zalfa would stalk him constantly. He glanced at Zalfa who was accompanying his steps. He did not expect that his life really had a lot of changes after marrying Zalfa. Behold, there was a figure of a woman driving her all the way to the front door as she was about to travel. His feelings were different to those of his treatment. If his life used to be free and could do anything at will, now Zalfa is like a brake that makes his freedom without direction becomes directional.

“Be careful yes. Thanks for this morning. Don't be late for home, I'm waiting for you,” Zalfa said with a big smile.

Arkhan was even silent looking at his wife who was being respectful towards him. But the next second he nodded and walked away. He entered the garage and exited using one of his mobile lit.

Mbak Yen who was in the yard was stunned to see the romance created by Zalfa against her husband. Zalfa threw a smile at Mbak Yen when he realized that he was not alone, there was Mbak Yen who was taking care of the park.

“Eh, Mbak Yen, is the water allowed?” Zalfa ran up to the water hose lying on the floor of the courtyard with the lips of the hose spitting out a burst of water. He grabbed the hose and directed a burst of water at the flowers that decorated the garden.

“Mm mm map uh sorry. It's so funny to think about Miss Zalfa with Mr. Arkhan to forget the same hose.” Ma'am Yen ngeles. “Sini let me just flush the flowers.” Mbak Yen reached out to take over his duties.

“No need, Ma'am. Let me just do some work. It's fun.” Zalfa seemed excited to water the flowers.

“Do not, Non. Non Zalfa dirty clothes. Miss has already taken a shower, it is neat, it is already fragrant again.” Ma'am Yen is feeling bad.

“Udah, it's okay, Ma'am. I am very happy to do this. It feels really good to see the flowers that are watered.”

“Truly, nih? Fear my salary should be cut my work force dikjain Non Zalfa. Heeeee..”.

Zalfa smiled at Mbak Yen. The woman whose tongue is thick with Javanese dialect was busy cutting flowers with pruning scissors. “Non, I saw Mr. Arkhan lately a lot of changes.”

“Many changes how does that mean?”

“Wah, just a lot of changes since he married Non Zalfa.”

“What was Arkhan?”

“Then, Mr. Arkhan was rarely at home. Mr. Arkhan also rarely spoke. I also rarely hear Mr. Arkhan's voice. His voice is like gold, though. Difficult nose.”

Zalfa shook his head with a smile. Ma'am Yen is funny too.

“I am very keen to squirm Non Zalfa which turned out to have a big influence in Mr. Arkhan. Because I myself honestly do not know Mr. Arkhan, he was closed and quiet, so it feels very foreign. He heee... Lha wong I can also say once a week to hear the voice of Mr. Arkhan,” continued Mbak Yen.

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