WRONG MARRIAGE

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That night, Zalfa stared at the dining table filled with various side dishes complete with desserts and desserts. Last afternoon he had cooked a lot of side dishes for dinner. During this time the Arkhan family often eat out, or delivery. They rarely set foot in the dining room. Chairs and dining tables are like just a symbol, a sweetener and a complement to the room.

Zalfa spent two hours in the kitchen to turn the dining table into a restaurant. Of course assisted by Mbak Yen.

“Lauk, complete. Lettuce, cucumber, tomato, fruit. What else is trus?” Zalfa examined the dishes. Feeling complete, Zalfa headed to Maria's room. There was a sound of music whose volume was not so loud sourced from Mary's room, accompanied by the melodious sound of Mary singing using microphones.

Through the half-open door Zalfa saw the cool-looking Mary singing the ancient song with one hand holding the microphone and the other hand twitching like she was enjoying the song. The middle-aged woman stood her back.

“Mama!” Zalfa entered the room.

Mary looked at Zalfa who had entered her room. He then turned down the volume of the music and asked, “What's up, Zalfa?”

“I'm bothering ya, Ma?”

“No. Why?”

“How about we have dinner together? I cooked a lot. I hope Mama will love my cooking,” Zalfa said with a big smile.

“One coincidence. I'm hungry now.” Maria shut off vcd. “I to the restroom a minute.” Maria walked into the bathroom.

“Kutunggu in dining room.” Zalfa exited Maria's room and headed straight for her. As soon as he opened the door, he was immediately greeted with a sight that made his head bobble. Arkhan slept soundly on the bed with the blanket covering half of his lower body.

Zalfa glanced at the wall clock, still too fast for an Arkhan to sleep. Even then it was seven o'clock.

Zalfa approached the bed. Looking at Arkhan's sleeping face. The man looked like a big baby with his tilted position hugging a bolster pillow. Zalfa touched Arkhan's arm slowly. The man did not move, completely unperturbed by Zalfa's gentle touch.

“Arkhan!” Zalfa shook Arkhan's arm slowly with great caution.

“Wake! It's late and you're asleep. Arkhan!”

“Hm,” murmured Arkhan with a lazy voice and eyes still closed.

“Sore we agreed to have dinner tonight, didn't we? I cooked a lot, you have to eat it.” Zalfa placed his chin on top of Arkhan's arm.

“Hm.”

Despite answering, Arkhan still did not move from his position. The man even dipped his face into a pillow.

“Arkhan! Comeon! Are you going to make me feel useless with my cooking?” Zalfa was very anxious to see Arkhan who was difficult to wake up. “Jam as soon as you have slept, this is not a good time to sleep.”

Arkhan did not comment on Zalfa's remarks.

Upset, Zalfa pulled Arkhan's arm until the stocky body burst.

“Come, wake up!” Zalfa.

Arkhan opened his eyelids slightly, stared at Zalfa's waah for a bit and then his eyes closed again.

“Yes!” Zalfa was upset. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. He framed Arkhan's cheeks with both palms. Then he moved his face closer to Arkhan's.

The deg! Zalfa's heart beat erratically as his face was already a cent away from Arkhan's face. He intended to kiss Arkhan, but when the distance of their faces was very close, Zalfa suddenly felt in his own fog. He felt awkward and awkward.

TB