WRONG MARRIAGE

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Zalfa turned his head when he heard the sound of footsteps entering the kitchen, he saw Elijah emerging from the direction of the room.

“You're not going to school?” Zalfa stared at the clothes Elijah wore in his daily clothes.

“Neg. I'm suspended,” Elijah replied lightly.

“Loh? Why?” Zalfa cut the fish.

“Awaym.”

“Yes for mercy.” Zalfa bobbing head.

Elijah took a cold drink from the refrigerator and sipped it.

“If drink don't stand, sit, dong!” Zalfa glanced at Elijah who was drinking from the bottle standing up.

As it was being remoted, Elijah immediately threw his body into the chair nearby standing up.

Zalfa was delighted to see Elijah's change in attitude, the girl no longer displayed a rogue expression before him. Even Elijah now tends to obey even though he still likes to be angry.

“You want a good breakfast?” Ask Zalfa.

“You.”

“Come, help sister cook.”

“No no no! I don't want to cook. Deliv or eating out instead of being told to cook. Sis Zalfa aja who cook, Kak Zalfa's cooking is recognized as delicious as mama.” Elijah spoke firmly.

Zalfa smiled, but his heart asked, Does not Elijah know that his room is not as good as it once was? Even for electricity, water, food, Elijah's school fees, Elijah's pocket money and so on using Zalfa's money. Then how could Elijah go back and forth deliv or eat outside and live like before with conditions like now? Even Arkhan's finances at the company where he planted the shares were jammed after Arkhan stumbled into legal trouble. Right now, the only income was Zalfa's small cafe.

Throughout Zalfa's cooking, Elijah was just watching. He was very happy when given the task of tasting the cuisine. Then he ran away to call Maria to breakfast after the results of Zalfa's cooking were served at the dinner table.

Zalfa headed to the room, his goal was to wake Arkhan up. But the door of the room opened before he touched her. Arkhan poked out with a neat appearance. The man looked rushed, he was fishing while walking with wide strides, even his belt was still sideways on his shoulders. After finishing buttoning the shirt, Arkhan seemed preoccupied with the movement of installing a belt.

“Mas Arkhan, where are you going?” Zalfa followed Arkhan who stepped outwards.

Arkhan stopped and turned his head, staring at Zalfa. Again, Arkhan felt himself still alone at this moment. He was traveling without telling Zalfa the direction of his destination.

“Ooh..”.

Arkhan stared at Zalfa's moving hand deftly putting up his belt.

“What do you go up?” Ask Zalfa.

“Now, I obviously use public transportation. If I find a taxi, I'll take a taxi. If you meet ojek, I also ride ojek.”

Zalfa raised an eyebrow hearing Arkhan's explanation. “There's your money? If there isn't, let me take it.”

“Hey hey, don't underestimate me! Without money, I could still travel. Don't assume I can't do anything.” Arkhan's facial expression looked different as he said it. He felt like he was useless when he had to be given money by his wife. To him it was embarrassing. He should have given money to his wife, not the other way around.

“Mas Arkhan, that's not what I meant. I just..”

“You don't explain anything. I don't need your money. Just keep your money for yourself, it doesn't matter to me if Elijah and mama need it, just give it.” Arkhan changed his slightly elevated tone of speech to be softer, he did not intend to hurt Zalfa by his manner of speech. He just didn't want to look weak in the eyes of women. “Zalfa, pray for me. After all this is done, I hope to be able to restore your state as it used to be again, not living like this.”

Zalfa smile. “I've been quite happy with this condition. Don't think about it. I don't have a problem, kok.”

Arkhan let out a long breath.

“Yes already, go! Careful!” Zalfa stroked Arkhan's chest briefly and then shook Arkhan's hand and kissed the back of the hand.

Arkhan nodded then passed away with wide steps.

Zalfa's heart was filled with a series of prayers, praying that Arkhan would always be protected by the Almighty and could perform his duties very well.

...SERIATE...

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