Not my Choice Husband
Part 33's. Sorry

After fighting with himself to end it, suddenly with a reflex,

Plakk,,, uh,,,

The slap sound rang out and landed right on Arka's handsome cheeks. Arka who suddenly got a slap reward, stopped her activities. He looked at Nira sharply. The gaze that had been wrapped in passion, was now a gaze full of anger.

Arka left Nira who was still lying on the bed without words. He went into the bathroom and splashed his body with cold water to muffle the burning hot waves in his body as well as the mind that had been filled with a deep mist.

Bugh, uh,,

Arka punching bathroom wall. He did not expect to be slapped by a woman, especially the one who slapped him was his own wife. Is it wrong to ask for her rights as a husband?

The sense of wanting to have it fully grew even more stirred as he recalled his wife being close to another man. Obviously he saw from the radiance as Bayu looked at his wife. The love implied from Bayu's eyes. Arka doesn't like that. That was the beginning where he had to have Nira completely so that no other man would take Nira from his side.

I don't know what he's feeling right now. Is he jealous? He doesn't know. Maybe he doesn't realize his feelings. He is more concerned with his ego and self-esteem to just admit it.

Indeed, at first he only intended to make lessons and calculations on Hendra who was none other than his father-in-law. But now he seems to be stuck in his own game. He now fell into a feeling that was difficult to explain in words.

As for Nira, she sat down while leaning on the head of the bed. "Ma, I'm sorry." said Nira with guilt. He stared at the bathroom door that was still tightly closed. I don't know what Arka did because it's been almost half an hour in there.

Nira bowed lethargic. "I don't mean like that. It's not my intention to hurt your handsome face either." said Nira while looking at the hands that had been presumptuous slapped Arka's handsome face. The five fingers that had put a red mark on her husband's cheek. It may also be imprinted in the heart of Arka. Ahh, hopefully not.

Deg, uh,,

Instantly Nira turned towards the bathroom when she was stung by the sound of the door opening.

"Oh, what should I do?" tanyakanya. He decided to hide behind a blanket. Covering all of his body until nothing is seen.

For quite a while there was no movement until he felt a slight shock in the bed indicating that Arka had been lying next to him.

Ten minutes passed, the silence he felt. Curious if Arka had slept, Nira opened the blanket that covered her head very slowly. His eyes glanced at the burly body that was now lying behind him.

Guilt re-entered him when he saw the calm body fall asleep. It was still fluttering as his hand floated earlier.

"Akhh, why aren't these eyes closed?" his grunts because it had been an hour he just flipped his body to the right and to the left.

Now Nira turned her body right to face Arka. His hand was stretched out and the lentic finger was poking at the back that looked so stocky.

"Arka, don't you sleep like that? Don't hold it, it'll be tingling. I'm sorry if I ruined or even injured your handsome face. That's really a reflex. There is no element of intentional." explained Nira with a compassionate look. "Did you know? I feel guilty until I can't sleep. Will you forgive me? Don't shut up, Arka. Don't make me feel guilty like this. What if by tomorrow morning I really can't close my eyes? Can you see my eyes? I will no longer be beautiful. Come on Arka, tell me you forgive me! Do you want me to be cursed by an angel for not serving you? Just so you know, I don't want to serve you. But, but, but,,"

Nira rambles while her fingers play on Arka's back. He continued to speak even though Arka did not respond at all. Until his last word hangs when the eye has been closed and maybe he has danced in the dreamland.