WRONG MARRIAGE

187.

“Mama, in a few days my brother will be married. I hope mama, Arkhan and Elijah are present at his wedding,” Zalfa said then sipped a drink. He's done eating.

“Good. I will attend,” Maria replied lightly without burden.

“On my wedding with Arkhan, mama and Elijah were absent. I hope you can attend Mas Ismail's wedding so that you get to know my family,” Zalfa continued.

Mary wiped her lips with a tissue. “I can't attend your wedding because I'm taking care of important things outside the city. Do you want your wedding with Arkhan to be celebrated?”

“Ah, no. Not so, Ma. This offer is very valuable to me, but I already feel enough with the wedding that has passed.”

“Tell me what you want, I'll make sure Arkhan gets it. It's not hard for him to make you happy.” Mary looked at Arkhan. “You take good care of your wife, give me a grandchild!”

Hearing the words of her in-laws, Zalfa's face immediately blushed red. A granddaughter? Zalfa was also very eager to feel how delicious it is to get pregnant, but maybe God has not entrusted himself. He lowered his head and looked at Arkhan's palm that was stroking the surface of his stomach.

With a tense expression for fear of being caught being eluted, Zalfa lowered Arkhan's hand. If Arkhan had done that in the room, Zalfa would have enjoyed it. Eiih... think what the hell?

“Elia, after this you do PR, do not sleep too late.” Mary breezed away after telling Elijah.

“Iya, mom!” elijah then left the dining table shortly after grabbing the pear.

Zalfa brought the glass of mineral water closer to Arkhan. “This is for you.”

Arkhan glanced at his wife. He felt really valued as a husband, Zalfa always tried to serve him even though he never asked his wife for help, even for seemingly trivial matters, take a drink of water Zalfa did. Arkhan can do it on his own. Even Zalfa had to stand up to reach the glass because the glass position is closer to Arkhan. This is a great form of attention and the way Zalfa served the husband.

“I can take a drink myself, no need you do that to me,” Arkhan said as he pointed at the glass with his chin.

“I just want to serve you.”

“I don't like to burden you,” insists Arkhan.

“You don't like to burden me, but you can burden Reza. We are both human.”

“Different cases. He's my man. He's my right hand. He was my errand boy. And I also paid a lot for it to break even. You and Reza have a different relationship with me. You're my wife.”

“Ya, I know.”

“This is my job, Arkhan.” Zalfa stood up. They're dealing. “So I can't serve you?”

“I'm not banning you, but I'm not asking you to do that either. Why are you acting like this to me?” Arkhan stared intently at his wife's eyes.

“Because this is my charity field. I like doing it.”

Short, solid and clear. That answer made Arkhan no longer ask.

“Let the table be equipped with a household assistant,” Arkhan said glancing at the messy table.

Zalfa nodded.

Arkhan sauntered towards the door, he turned his head when he realized Zalfa was still standing by the table. “Come!” arkhan.

“Come where?” asked Zalfa who had just sipped a drink to wet her dry throat.

“Meet me in room.”

Zalfa raised an eyebrow. Basic men! His mind room only.

“Did you remember what mom said she wanted a grandchild? Do not have to be direct also kali.” Zalfa closed his mouth after saying that sentence. “Don't you have to go to Elijah's room to keep your promise? You forgot?”

Arkhan rolled his eyes. “Oh yes, alright. I have to go to Elijah's room.”

“I still have a job, call Mas Ismail to talk about his wedding preparations. I also had to take note of the food ordered for the event.”

“Do your job. After that meet me. I'll wait in the room!” Arkhan left the dining room.

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