Chasing the Love of Nadira

So Wife?

Arkana immediately went downstairs after taking a shower and changed clothes. The grey t-shirt and shorts, made her look relaxed that morning.

Arkana's footsteps reached the dining table. Pull that chair for him to sit on. Nadira had been sitting there since, waiting for Arkana.

Chicken opor. Sauteed kale. Fried chicken. Terasi sambel. Capcai with sliced carrots, meatballs, broccoli and corn.

Waw. "You cooked all this?" Ask Arkana, he was amazed when the dining table was full of cuisine. He thought the girl could only cook porridge. Because when he was sick, the girl just fed him porridge every day.

Nadira nodded slowly, smiling. No waiting for anyone. Arkana immediately filled her plate with a bit of rice. Then take a little for all the dishes.

One mouthful has been put in Arkana's mouth. His mouth was still chewing, while permeating the taste slowly.

"Great son. You're a cook, aren't you?" The praise was said to be with a distinctive Arkana grin.

The face was getting embarrassed. The man's praise seemed to catapult his body into the clouds, it felt really nice to hear it.

"Not really, really." Nadira became misbehaved because his cooking was praised.

"Have you ever been to a cooking course?"

"No. I just study with my mom." Highlight those eyes continued to pay attention to the activities of Arkana who was eating voraciously.

"Hm. So your mom is good at cooking. The chef?" He raised his face. And the girl was caught off guard, looking at him.

Nadira's face immediately turned away. Looking the other way, wherever the origin is not the face of Arkana. Really, now Nadira's face is red. It's getting more wrong. With a little stutter, he replied.

"Mm-not a chef, but, my mom has a food stall."

"Oh. Why not be a chef? I'm cooking pinter." The man continued to eat a little. The food was more tempting now, than Nadira's timid face.

"Instead. If pinter cooks, should he be a chef?" The tone is a little press. He felt strange with such thoughts. It doesn't make any sense. Because not everyone is smart, also be a teacher.

"At times of interest" Arkana included one last bribe.

His lips pursed and his head shook slowly.

"No interest!" He's not interested in being a chef, a chef, or anything like that. He prefers to cook for himself and, for his little family later.

Arkana gulped the milk in the glass until it stayed half. Then wipe his lips with tissue, to remove the spotting after eating earlier. When he felt clean, he asked Nadira again.

"If you were my chef, would you?"

The faces of the two men stared at each other. Nadira flabbergasted. "Your chef?" Deuteronomy, make sure if he doesn't hear wrong.

"Hm." Arkana answered quickly, with a small nod.

"No way." Ketus. He felt it was impossible to be his chef. That means he'll be Arkana's babu. No. No. No. he refused hard.

Arkana advanced her face forward, in order to more clearly see the expression of the girl in front of her. Then he asked with a flat face and a relaxed tone. "If you were my WIFE... Wanna don't?"

Silent. No sound came out of Nadira's mouth. He was surprised by that question. For a moment he felt an arrow of love piercing into his heart. His heart rate is getting worse, it feels like the heart will be dislodged from its place. Again he nodded unconsciously. His eyes did not come off Arkana's face.

How could this man be born with such a handsome face?

Tuk. Tuk.

Two of Arkana's fingers were snapped to the table. Made the girl come back from her daydream. Unwittingly the girl was quite happy with Arkana's fighting. Until he was fascinated and glued by that handsome face.

Nadira's getting clumsy now. What else when he realized if the man followed anywhere his head turned. The hue of his face became more visible. Nadira also covered his face with both palms. He feels both happy and ashamed. I don't know what to do to avoid that guy.

Arkana was so happy to see her girl shy. It is rare to see Nadira like that. Arkana moved her hand. Touching Nadira's wrist, hoping for the girl to show her face.

But he was a little thrashing. Nadira refused to open her palm at this time. "Why are you ashamed?" Search Arkana curious.

Arkana leaned her body forward. "What do you want, so my WIFE?" Again he repeated the sentence with ease.

Once again the arrow of love shot into Nadira's heart. Is it true, if the man in front of him is expressing love. But it wasn't that the man was in too much of a hurry. He asked Nadira to be his wife.

"Have you eaten the wrong drug last night?" "No!" Arkana's answer is quick.

Nadira still covered his face. Several times he took a deep breath, to remove the red hue on his cheek.

Nadira hesitated slightly as she opened the palm that covered her face. A little energy he put out to smash Arkana's hand.

"You're just omdo?" Nadira's eyes widened as she said that.

Arkana's hand was pulled back. His body moved and turned to sit in a chair near Nadira. "Ommdo?" Ask Arkana by twitching her forehead. What is omdo? Is that the name of the food or snack? Thought the man didn't know this omdo.

The little lips folded in for a moment, "Omdo. By the way, you're not serious, are you, "I know you're just kidding. Every day, every time his jokes never get away from it. Bosens. Will not be able to.

He pressed the word unbearable in his mind. Yep. Nadira will not waver just like that with this man's reckless flutter. He felt that the man was not serious enough to say it. Even the man looked very relaxed.

Arkana's one hand was piled onto the table to support her. He sat down to look at the girl's face.

"Omong doang's? You said 'yes' first. Just found out, I'm not doing anything." He stared at the face of the girl next to him.

The eyes of the two stared at each other so deeply. With a little Nadira said.

"You can only be horrible. Say be my girlfriend, I like you, baby you. And now! Say to be my wife? I'm sure there's a lot of girls out there who've been horrified from your lemes mouth."

Arkana knitted his eyebrows. Turning the eyeballs around and saying, "What if I have a lot of girlfriends out there. You jealous?" Several times both his eyebrows were raised upwards.

Huh. The breath came out hard. "Great PD, you! The vow! I just found a guy who believes he's not stoic." Nadira grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down.

"The most handsome one too, right?"

Pufftts. The water, which had just reached the end of his throat, was forced back out. Because it's not strong to hear the sentence Arkana just said. He quickly closed his mouth with his hands. The glass was put back and the tissue reached.

"Aren't you okay?" Nadira did not wipe his mouth. The Tissue held by Arkana had already landed on the girl's lips. On her swab gently the wet part of her cheek.

Nadira's face is starting to blush again now. The cheeks were not friendly with Nadira's mouth. He sided with the heart that had feelings for Arkana.

A pair of Arkana eyes could not be seen Nadira's face. "Eh. have been. thank you," Arkana's hand was immediately pulled back when Nadira said so.

The expression on that face looks awkward.

"Em. i. I'm going upstairs first." Nadira quickly got up from sitting down.

Arkana looked up and asked. "Aren't you having breakfast?" "Udah," replied Nadira quickly like lightning.

Before the red hue on her cheek was seen by Arkana. He immediately stepped away from the dining table. Like the reason just now, he's going upstairs.