Arogan's Wife Belongs to a Doctor

Chapter 7 - Asinan

CHAPTER 7

The god descended the steps one by one looking for the whereabouts of his wife, until the God caught a bright light from the direction of the kitchen. He also hoped his wife there was the room, God's footsteps stopped because stunned to see his wife was busy eating the pickles he brought, the sound of crisp fruit from Dwyne's mouth, heard the crisp sound of fruit, and a faint smile adorned her beautiful face.

Unknowingly the God smiled, he restrained himself from going deeper into the kitchen. Letting the woman spend the food first in a bowl, then the God approached Dwyne.

“Ehem”, God of throats.

“Uhuk uhuk”, Dwyne chokes while enjoying one last spoon of pickled soup in her bowl. The God Snapper took warm water for his wife and helped pat Dwyne's back gently. “You are like a ghost”, said Dwyne who felt surprised.  Fortunately, the pickles she ate had ludes, otherwise it would be very ashamed of her husband how he refused her raw, raw, but God actually kept it in the fridge and it turned out that there were still a few more packs in it.

“What are you having dinner-night like this”, asked God pretending not to know.

“Sup”, replied Dwyne origin then moved to leave her husband who laughed softly behind her.

“Dwyne you are very sweet”, muttered God drinking warm water from the same glass used by his wife.

While in the room Dwyne inhaled a lot of oxygen, relieving the nervousness in the chest, how not, if God knows he has spent a bowl of pickled must be the man becomes more confident to approach him.

“Luckily pickled up”, Dwyne rubbed her chest while sitting leaning against the headboard.

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The god entered with a glass of warm water, then looked at his wife on the bed with a smile. “You want to drink?”.

“NOT”, exclaimed Dwyne pulled back her blanket and broke down. He who remembers something immediately changes his position. “Where are you sleeping?”, asked Dwyne without looking at her husband who now holds a mobile phone.

“Sofa”, answered Dewa briefly, seeing Dwyne's annoyed expression he intended to tease her just a little, “Do you want me to sleep there?”, point God to the big green-clad bed.

“APA?, that mattress is too expensive for you”, Dwyne laid her body.

Again his wife compared their social strata, yes God knows he has not been able to give Dwyne something expensive. Even his monthly income was considered spare change by this spicy-mouthed woman.

Finished by checking the smartphone, the god is laying down his body because tomorrow his solid activity must start from morning. The handsome doctor also slept peacefully on the sofa bed by crossing his hands over the chest of his field.

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As usual every day God took his time to exercise in the morning before doing any activities, the garden area of this house is very spacious as a jogging track, Dewa accompanied by Dariel and Papa Rayden run in the morning, of course her mother-in-law also come and occasionally get a friendly kiss at her temple. It really made a God envious of the middle-aged couple in front of him.

Dariel who has been accustomed to watching the romance is just indifferent to continue his morning run, he principled want to find a wife like his mother, cheerful, sweet and gentle and brave not easily oppressed. That's the criteria the wife of the wanted twin Dwyne Bradley.

An hour later the God finished his exercise and entered the room, how surprised God found Dwyne only wearing underwear, both eyelids reluctant to blink staring at the beautiful scenery presented in front of him.

“AAAH”, strangle Dwyne, pull the blanket over her body, “You're in the room without permission”, Dwyne jolted.

“Sorry Dwyne, I took a bath first”, God passed quickly before he lost control of himself who so wanted his wife.

“Basic mesum”, umpat Dwyne, “Men do not know themselves”, he continued before entering walk in closet.

Dwyne got down first for breakfast, until at the dinner table as usual Dariel was waiting for all family members while listening to music. “Where is sister-in-law?”, he asked.

“Dwyne, as a brother and a man I want to ask you something. Did you guys do it?”, Dariel let down his voice a little whisper.

“You mean?”

“Ah you are plain or pretend?, this is what you are still a virgin?”, asked Dariel so extreme, contact Dwyne stood up and beat his sister who always has excessive thought patterns. “Aw, aw sick Dwyne, I was just asking why it had to be hit like this”, Dariel blocking his handsome face so as not to get scratched by his sister's nails.

Mama Nayla and Papa Rayden just shook their heads slowly to see their two children fighting, even though married Dwyne has not changed her attitude. “You are really yes, you Dariel always bothers your sister, and you Dwyne is indeed not ashamed of Dewa”, Mama Nayla turned to her daughter-in-law who was silent at the doorway.

“Sick ma”, said Dwyne and Dariel due to his ears feels hot getting jeweran from his mother.

“I'm not wrong ma, I just asked if Dwyne....”, instantly Dwyne smothered her little brother's mouth with her hands.

“Remember Dariel we still have one little sister to look after”, whispered Dwyne.

Everyone sat in their seats, the God who had been silent had also sat his butt in the chair. Staring amazed at the breakfast food on the dining table, even though the wife's family is of European descent but all the menu is typical Indonesian cuisine.

“Don't be surprised God, this is a tradition that is hereditary from Opa Gerry”, explained Mama Nayla.

“I Yes ma”.

“God, after breakfast come papa to the workspace”, said Rayden wanted to talk about some serious points with his son-in-law.

Nayla serves her husband take food and fill Rayden's plate, while Dwyne takes food for herself, “Honey, serve Dewa”, said Mama Nayla.

Dwyne sighed harshly and obeyed her mother's command, “Is this enough?, want to eat with what?”, Dwyne's facial expression remained flat.

“Quite, that's it”, point God at the delicious chicken opor.

“Ini”, Dwyne kept her husband's plate and accidentally touched the hand of God, Dwyne immediately pulled away her hand.

Dariel who witnessed it just laughed inwardly, “Ma, I who served?”.

“Self”, replied Mama Nayla and Papa Rayden made Dariel flinch just like that, not forgetting to get a tongue sticking out of his twins.

After breakfast, Dewa followed his father-in-law into the workspace before asking Dwyne to wait for him because he wanted to take his wife to work.

“God, are you comfortable staying here?, honestly nak”

“Good pa”, Dewa has a thought if he has to get out of this luxurious house, it's okay just what Dwyne will come with as well.

“Begini Dewa, papa and mama want you to live independently both”

“Truely I”, Inner God.

“Papa has bought a house not far from here, the house is still renovating, stay alone with your wife there. Ah yes and this is for you”, Papa Rayden gave the car keys to his son-in-law.

Did Dewa feel happy for the gift of his in-laws?, certainly not as a married man he felt unable to give Dwyne luxurious facilities like his parents.

Tbc