WRONG MARRIAGE

272.

After praying together, everyone headed to the dining room. There is already a delicious meal served at the dining table. Zalfa ordered side dishes from the restaurant.

Emy seemed busy serving juice to all who filled the seats.

“Eh, Emy!” call Zalfa when you see Emy stepping away after completing her task. “Where are you going?”

“Ke hindsight.”

“You eat here. Don't even go.” Zalfa pulled the empty seat on Tini's side. “This is the seat I purposely tutarok here for you. We have seven people here, I have counted the number of people. You eat here, yes!” Zalfa grabbed Emy by the shoulder and guided her to sit there.

“Nevent gone, Non. I'm not tasty. I eat in the back only,” said Emy.

“Hey hey, don't refuse. It's order!” Zalfa presses Emy's shoulder, forcing Emy to sit there. Then Zalfa turned around the table and sat back in his chair, right next to Arkhan.

He started to eat the whole dish.

“Sst... Around your mouth beeping!” arkhan whispered to Zalfa.

Zalfa picked up the tissue and wiped it around his mouth. Arumi who was sitting on the other side of Zalfa, frowned seeing Zalfa busy cleaning around the mouth.

“Is there still leftover food stuck to my face?” whisper Zalfa towards Arumi while showing the sides of the face on the right and left.

“Since I have not seen your face belepatan, tuh,” reply Arumi who also whispered.

Zalfa turned to Arkhan. He lowered his hand from the table and infiltrated under the table, then pinched Arkhan's thigh, his eyes looking at Arkhan sharply.

Arkhan simply raised an eyebrow without showing any response to Zalfa's pinch. It was as if the pinch meant nothing to his body.

“My mouth is not straws, why did you say belepotan?” whispered Zalfa with a murderous highlight.

Arkhan smiled faintly.

The shift of the chair made a direct view towards Arkhan.

“Arkhan, why are you?” ask Soleh.

“I'm just surprised, I think under what animal is fondling my thigh, it turns out..”.

“That's his own waist,” said Zalfa before Arkhan finished his sentence. After saying that, Zalfa glanced at Arkhan, making Arkhan even more anxious to see Zalfa's behavior that had recently become even more adorable. He liked to see Zalfa sulking the most.

“Arkhan, I want to ask you one thing,” says Soleh next.

“Ask only!”

“What do you feel when you know that Zalfa is pregnant?”

“You won't understand even if I say, because you're not married. Marry first, only you know what a man feels when his wife is pregnant.”

Shave shrugged. “I don't have a wife.”

“For men soleh, it will definitely be easy to find women sohah. Most women want a good man, right? You have everything.”

“I'm not as good as you thought. Stop praising me, Arkhan. I was afraid that it would be able to break down my faith.”

Arkhan. He would not comment again. He knows Soleh very well, a man who has long been unfaithful to praise.

Dinner was finished with hamdallah and the whole house. Except for Soleh who at that time wanted to chat with Arkhan. The handsome men sat on a side terrace chair bounded by a small table accompanied by warm coffee. Whether it is made from what Arkhan's intestine, even though it has been eaten and added with juice, now it still has to copy anyway.

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