Butterfly Night Wedding Contract

The Part 14

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Praangs.

A glass glass fell suddenly from Aga's hand which immediately made the man limp. Deeva who just came out of the bathroom immediately approached.

"Dragon! oh, my God, what's wrong?" Deeva immediately pulled her husband's hand slightly away from the shard that was strewn on the floor.

"You okay? is anyone hurt, hem?" deeva asked panicked and worried but Aga only answered with a head-butt and a blank look.

"Come to the couch first, let me clean this up." Deeva leads the shocked Aga to the front sofa of the TV.

"Momun-," she said slowly but could still be heard by Deeva.

"Why ibun?"

"Don't know, inget Ibun, Dee," replied Aga like a confused person.

Deeva who felt Aga suddenly restless then pulled her husband's body to be closed. He knew very well that the man in his arms could not be far from the woman who owned his paradise.

"The moon is okay, it's just possible. Want to go home now?" bargain Deeva, honeymoon will not be right if the husband's feelings suddenly chaotic like this.

"Can?" ask Aga, in doubt.

"Certainly Bayiii," Deeva chuckled while cupping Deeva's handsome face.

Sometimes he thinks, what will hurt his heart later if he is not the one who is paired with Aga because it feels not strong if he sees or hears other women who spoil Aga like this.

"Wait a minute, let me clean up the shard first."

"Don't, let it be handled by the hotel staff alone," prevent Aga, he was afraid if Deva's hand would be injured.

"What's wrong, if it can be done alone there is no need to wait and rely on others, Ga."

Deeva stays up and cleans up, all, when it was safe to go back on foot, he rushed to the dressing room to put on clothes and clean up a little of their belongings before finally returning to the capital.

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Five years ago, Deeva really stepped away from everything she wanted to achieve, dreams and surely a love story that had just begun to grow. And on this day he was finally able to step back on his feet in the city which has a lot of memories for 22 years.

"I thought I'd never come here again" she said as she got off her husband's private plane.

"I'm not going anywhere, believe me yes" Deeva replied reassuringly. Not only on Aga but also on himself, if there is nothing to be in the car again if all he has got from AgaSyah.

The two got into a luxury car waiting at the airport. Although many times smiling but the feeling of sadness and restlessness was still felt by Aga, until he wanted to really quickly get home.

Deeva who understands was not much to ask when there is a place he wants to go at this time.

"Come, get down, Dee," asked Aga as she extended her hand.

Deeva just smiled and nodded slowly, his eyes could not be separated from the luxurious building that the second time he came.

Lying if Deeva is not shy and afraid, because some of the daughter-in-law must have felt it especially Deeva has never been close before. That Awkward feeling was clearly there especially when they had already entered and passed through the main door.

The greeting that was said was immediately replied by Ibun who was shocked by the arrival of his son and daughter-in-law.

"Dragon?? you're home, son?" asked Ibun in disbelief, he immediately kissed the face of his favorite son to release the longing.

"Aga kangen Ibun," he answered honestly even with two glassy eyes.

"Bad kid, already got a wife still spoiled."

Ibun then turned to Deeva who was smiling at him, the woman's heart seemed to be pinched when she saw her husband and mother-in-law just now who seemed very sweet in her eyes.

Just as in her son, Ibun hugged Deeva very warmly, a feeling of haru spread in Deeva's body that forgot the feeling of a mother's embrace.

"You must be tired, rest there" said Ibun after breaking the embrace.

Deeva who glanced at the husband felt something strange, Aga's gaze was much different like there was a question he wanted to say to the veiled woman in front of him.

"Bun--," call Aga slowly.

"Hem, what's up, son?" ask Ibun who does not suspect anything to the youngest child.

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"Is there a wicked heart of Motherhood at this time?"