WRONG MARRIAGE

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Zalfa rubbed his eyes, expelling the attacking drowsiness. His one hand accidentally touched onto the mattress beside him, his palm fumbling for a while, empty. Arkhan was not on his side. Where's that guy?

Zalfa turned to the source of the voice when he heard someone speak. He looked at Arkhan who had been awake since when he was awake and was standing by the window calling. The face of the man looked tense and panicked. When the man glanced at Zalfa's body movements on the bed, he ended the conversation and hung up.

“Who called you this blind morning?” Zalfa's voice is less clear due to sleepiness that is still lingering.

“Friends,” short Arkhan while sitting on the side of the bed.

“True blind like this?”

“Hm.” Arkhan is focused on his phone. I don't know what the man was doing to the extent that his eye surveillance did not escape the screen hape.

“What is your friend talking about this blind morning? Is there anything important? Or emergency?” The habit of Zalfa who likes to ask a lot of questions also reappears. “Isn't it just an emergency case that's talked about at times like this?”

“Not really. Old friends who just want to chat sometimes also call in emergency hours. They just want to have a casual conversation. This is the world of men, in contrast to women,” Arkhan replied without distracting him from the phone.

Zalfa observed Arkhan's facial expression which looked extremely solemn. “If it is only a matter of casual chatting, why is your expression that important?”

Arkhan turned a glance towards Zalfa then rubbed a rough face. He did not reply, his gaze returning to the phone screen.

“Since when did you wake up? Don't you want to sleep again?” Zalfa pulled the phone in Arkhan's hand and tucked it into his backbed until Arkhan lost his sight.

“Zalfa! Don't provoke my frustration! Restore!” arkhan's word with an expression grew increasingly stiff.

“Means right, your conversation is not just a casual conversation of fellow friends, but a precarious affair. Don't you want to tell me?” Zalfa did not care about Arkhan's annoyance. His smile continued to expand. Her position, lying on her side facing Arkhan, made her easily catch the expression of her husband's dead red. Although the room was dimly lit, Zalfa was able to capture Arkhan's facial expression clearly. The nightstand lights could still give enough light to his eyes.

“Don't you see I'm being this serious?”

Zalfa smiled wider. “You said it wasn't serious, now it's serious. Come on, come here, sleep next to me. I'm cold.” Zalfa got up and his position was now half-sitting so that the blanket on his chest sagged down to the thigh. He flicked his shiny hair back with his chin slightly raised.

Arkhan gulped down staring at the glowing neck of Zalfa's level. His tongue also felt faint staring at the buttons of Zalfa's shirt that opened the top. It's not Zalfa's fault if the button isn't attached. For Arkhan it was who made the button out of place. Arkhan remembers that last night he forbade Zalfa to put on his clothes after the hot scene, he was the one who put on Zalfa's clothes and buttoned them up. He intentionally did not button the top. And now that scene was like shifting his world.

The man put both his feet up to the bed.

Seeing Arkhan moving closer, Zalfa threw his head back into the pillow.

Arkhan laid his body to the bed, on Zalfa's side. His bead of eyes moved glancing at Zalfa who was putting his head to his chest. The woman raised her face and looked at Arkhan, then her smile spread wide. Zalfa also pulled Arkhan's sturdy arm, putting the arm to his waist.

“Sleep!” One hand of Arkhan stroking Zalfa's hair.

Zalfa closed her eyes still with a smile. She was more interested in flirting with her husband. Look, Arkhan often falls on him. The man's anger also faded with Zalfa's seduction.

Now, Zalfa understood more and more about the weakness of her husband. And Arkhan's attitude, making Zalfa feel more and more fallen into a different feeling. Anyway, only Arkhan.

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