When Married?
The Extra Part 10
Anita reached out her hand to Bunga, Bunga put the spoon she was holding and welcomed Anita's hand and shook hands with it.
"My name is Flower." Then parse his hand department with Anita.
"Where is Literature? I didn't see it, did you come here by yourself?" Anita crossed her legs casually and leaned her back on the chair.
"Of course I'm here with my husband, Sastra is taking our son to play because he was a bit fussy, probably walking around this villa. Anita is a model? I've seen your picture fit in fashion magazines" said Bunga with a sweet smile.
"Ah, that's right, your eyes are very observant. Well, it turns out you guys already have a baby, I'm happy." Anita smiled with falsehood, but in her heart she cursed at losing her gold mine.
"Yes, she's only three." Flower Eyes always sparkle when talking about Arion, his favorite baby.
"I've known Literature since he was in America, but I've never met you before, have you been one of his underclassmen in Literature at college? how did you meet," asked Anita curiously.
"Oh, I'm not his underclassman. But sorry, regarding my personal information and also my family I can not answer it because I do not want to share with others about it," Bunga said trying to remain polite in response to Anita's questions, as she said, although honestly he did not like because what he asked began to lead to his personal realm.
"along with you? meaning?" Flowers squinted at Anita, her face filled with a million questions.
"Ah, yes with me. Do you not know, if in the past Sastra was a reliable playboy, even many women are willing to be his date even though it is just being his ONS. I thought you knew very well who your husband was, and I was one of the ones who accompanied him the most" Anita said proudly.
"Are you sure Literature isn't like that anymore? to me it seems impossible, because Literature is a type that is easily bored and can not be continuous only with the same woman in a long span of time," Anita said arrogantly, it was as if he was the only one who understood Literature the most.
Anita is deliberately provoking Bunga, hoping that the relationship is fractured so that she can have a chance to get into it and can again enjoy the coffers of Literature that she once tasted.
The flower was stunned and tried to digest with a cold head whatever it had heard just now. He took his breath and exhaled slowly with his eyes closed and then threw a sharp glare at Anita.
"You're a model Miss, you're so beautiful, but it's a pity I didn't think you were more than a cheap lady! What do you mean by telling me about my husband's past, you think I'll just believe your story? of course not! After all if it might have been true in the past, such literature is none of my business at all" Bunga said.
"Everybody ever does something wrong, right? but what is clear now is that he is my husband, mine, my son, and the father of my son, remember that Miss." The flower was so fiery, it stood up and left Anita who was still sitting there.