The Gambling Bet
He's my ex.

     The sun began to reveal its light warming the earth, Adrian opened his eyes slowly from his sleep , this morning is different in the morning the previous day , if the morning before he woke himself , but this time it was different Adrian and Alya still hugged as if they did not want to escape . Clearly visible Alya's tired face, Adrian did not want to wake his wife. Adrian sat on his back.

         Adrian slowly let go of Alya's hand that hugged him, Alya was sound asleep because tired of fighting all night. Both of Adrian's lips flattened a smile, he momentarily looked at Alya's face and then pulled a blanket over her body. 

           Adrian got up from his bed, then walked to the bathroom to clean himself up. After cleaning himself Adrian grabbed the phone located on the table his hand moved up to the bottom sliding the middle of looking for something application on his phone.

          Not long after the door was knocked from the outside. Adrian rushed to the main door, standing a man carrying several boxes of food ordered Adrian, after completing the payment and giving tips to the courier Adrian put the food on the table.

          Alya wriggled his body that felt achy, several times opened his eyes, he smiled to find himself who could now do the task of Mrs Saqueena. Curiosity that had become wishful thinking has now become a reality.

         "Finally I can work on miss Saqueena's material, can I get a hundred.?" Mumbled Alya.

         "Wake up, baby.?" Adrian asked who was standing at the door.

           Adrian walked over to Alya who was still sitting on the bed. Alya is still in a newborn state. Adrian's desire was again ignited, with passion Adrian landed his lips that lead to Alya who could not refuse Adrian's request he was trying to compensate him , Alya who was not ready that morning, with a spirit that seemed to recognize no fatigue, Alya did his duty as a wife does not want Adrian disappointed in him . So many women want their husbands.

         "Yes…" 

         "Hem." 

         "Say the same miss Saqueena, let me score a hundred." Alya .

          "There's a condition." 

           "What.?" 

           "Practice all materials given mrs Saqueena, so that later can value a hundred." Adrian .

        While balancing the game Adrian the husband, Alya tried to remember the material given mrs Saqueena tricks how to make the husband feel at home. She did not want to disappoint her husband . They didn't wait long to finish the game.

         Alya's body drooped beside Adrian's body. 

           "Dear, thank you for everything you gave me, I love you." Adrian's whisper in Alya's ear.

        There was no Alya's voice that drooped beside Adrian his breath was stinged up and down . After they finished doing their job, they cleaned themselves in the bathroom.

          By using the clothes that are still left in the apartment, now they enjoy the food that has been ordered Adrian through the online application.Alya who is still burning jealous fire , he stared at Adrian sitting in front of him. His curious mind about Clara, now intrigued to ask who Clara really was .

         "Mas, who's Clara.?" Alya asked in between they were eating.

        Adrian who still enjoys his food at a glance glances at the look of Alya's face that looks once mimic his face is jealous. Adrian who was still silent tried to find the right words to answer his wife's question.

          "You promise, I won't get angry if I answer." Adrian looked towards Alya.

          "Yes, I promise you ." Answer Alya.

          Before Adrian gave an answer, he took a deep breath to unravel the tension that began to run through his body.

          "He's my ex, we used to get married but didn't." Adrian .

          "Why.?" Ask Alya.

          "Yes, not a soul mate." Adrian answered briefly.

        The look on Alya's face was immediately gloomy, he remembered how Clara who was so beautiful with her appearance she was very good at taking care of herself, in contrast to her who liked to look like her, even let alone to wear eyelashes, outline her eyebrows alone she can not, Alya's heart rippled painfully remembering Clara's words that she would make Adrian come back to her. 

       "I don't have any feelings for her, rest assured I love you so much." Adrian.

      Alya was just silent, she did not want to believe just the words of her husband, back the curious mind also wanted to ask.

        "Mas, I'd like to ask you a question, but don't be mad." 

        "Hem." 

         "Have you ever had a married relationship with Clara like you did with me.?" Alya asked innocently.

         Instantly Adrian's eyes widened to hear Alya's very honest words, Adrian did not expect Alya would ask that.

           "Kok not answered.?" Ask Alya.

           "Honestly, I answered, the first time I did it that night was with just you, I swear." Adrian said with conviction.

         Alya's heart immediately breathed a sigh of relief, her heart that was shrouded in doubt paid off with Adrian's answer that told her past.Adrian tried to convince Alya , to live trusting each other because love alone is not enough, trust is the foundation of building a household. Alya hugged her husband tightly no longer feel awkward like the days that have passed.

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          Clara who walked down the hallways of the hospital, she looked for a room of a beauty dermatologist where she used to consult often about skincare problems or the like.  

         In front of Cantika's doctor's room, Clara knocked on the door of the room, because there had been an appointment before Clara did not have to wear the queue number anymore.

         Tok.dok…

        "Yes, come in.!" Doctor Cantika from the room.

        "Please sit.!" 

        Clara opened her headgear and face, she seemed to grin in pain .

        "Doctor please see, what about this wound of mine, does it take a long time to heal.?" Clara said as she shook her hand.

       Cantika's doctor frowned, using a new and sterile rubber glove he examined the nail-scarred wound that landed perfectly on both cheeks of Clara, in addition to the nail claw marks, there were several bruises that turned blue on the second part of her cheeks, very carefully and carefully the doctor examined her.

         "Sorry mom, these scratch scars seem to be very serious and will leave traces, like keloids, for healing it will probably take a few weeks ." Doctor Cantika.

       "Aren't you supposed to have plastic surgery, Doc.?" Said Clara who seemed to endure the pain.

      "Finely do not first ma'am, later I will give you some recipes to drink and ointment to apply on the wound to dry quickly." 

        "After that we will decide , want to be operated or how." Speak to the doctor Cantika while writing down the required prescription.

        After getting a prescription and consulting with Cantika's doctor, Clara again put on her head cover to cover her face, she was really furious over the incident that had happened to her, Clara did not even expect that the innocent-looking Alya would dare to do that to her.

       "Wait for my revenge, after this you'll know who I am." Clara.

       The face behind the headscarf now harbors deep hatred and grudges.

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