WRONG MARRIAGE

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Suddenly a group of mothers flock together while talking to each other, all talking until nothing can be heard. Arkhan was surprised by the mothers who swarmed towards him that could not change if he spoke.

Arkhan's gaze returned to the vegetable basket that had begun to be full, but Zalfa in front of him still looked cool choosing vegetables.

Arkhan was startled as his body was suddenly pushed from behind, and his territory stood suddenly narrow instantly. Zalfa was squeezed by a group of people who did not know which way to go.

“Aih, the handsome delay of this Arkhan.”

“Finished is cute.”

“Photo with yuk.”

“Here-here!”

Arkhan only realized that a group of mothers who had become the center of Arkhan's attention due to the extraordinary crowd was intended to approach him. Even now the mothers who have the majority of snoring are taking pictures using their slang phones. Gosh darn.

Arkhan's body was pushed to and fro, his legs were also trampled. Sort of aroma butched into Arkhan's breathing. Not only that, the neck of the shirt worn by Arkhan widened to the shoulders due to the pull of the hand of one of the mothers.

“Buk! Busy, yes! that's my husband. How, got ganged up like that?” Zalfa had been shouting for the mothers to leave Arkhan, but they did not speak of Zalfa.

Zalfa was sorry to see Arkhan who looked confused and upset at the incident but the man could not do anything due to his squeezed body.

The greengrocer was astonished to see the crowd, until Arkhan forced himself out of the crowd while pulling Zalfa's hand away from it.

Along being pulled by Arkhan's hand, Zalfa glanced at Arkhan's face by his side. The man's face looked red with annoyance. The incident really made Arkhan want to curse but he could not do it, because he knew that the mothers had been gnawing at him not for the reasons of persecution, but for the reason that the moaning reasoned admiration. Even though in reality Arkhan feels like receiving a real hardship and persecution.

Arkhan faced Zalfa with a sharp gaze. Breaths gnawing. Zalfa was silent and got that look. Zalfa stared at every drop of sweat on her husband's face. Duh, Arkhan so speerti sweat bath, he looks so sultry.

“This is the first and last time whose name is blusukan to the market.” Arkhan rubbed a rough face.

“Sorry.” Zalfa looked at pity. “Loh, which shopping trus? Which basket?” Zalfa looked at Arkhan's empty hand.

A glimpse of Arkhan's memory floated on the incident when mobbed by his mother's remains earlier. The basket slipped out of his hand even though it was already very difficult for him to keep the basket. His body was squeezed and pushed to and fro, making his hands spontaneously balance themselves and the basket came loose as he felt a strong push from the side. Shopping carts were trampled, vegetables major scattered, meat was somehow like what his fate, which is clear the contents of the shell is already terrible.

“Forget!” arkhan said after that terrifying shadow flashed in his head. “No more shopping cart.”

Hearing Arkhan's brief explanation with an unsightly look, Zalfa did not want to protest even though his head was almost broken considering the money he had spent quite a lot. And how is the fate of rendang that has been since he wanted to cook? Dashed is his hope.

“But I really wanted to cook rendang. Not so deh,” shrewd Zalfa did not want to blame anyone. Looking at Arkhan's blue-red and yellow face alone, he was already pitying, how would he blame Arkhan. Money is gone, neither can shopping. Apes.

TB

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