Conqueror of the Casanova

Make porridge

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A while later Gio's porridge was ripe, now the man was preparing to serve it.

"Good morning!" Suddenly there was another person's voice from the direction of the entrance.

"You what is this? Why does it smell so good, until it smells out?" said the man who is none other than Romi.

Gio is further irritated by the arrival of one more person into his wife's house.

"Would you come here this early in the morning?" gio asked, while putting a bowl in front of him.

"Well, porridge! Incidentally, I haven't had time to eat breakfast." Instead of answering, Romi was even more interested in all the porridge equipment in front of him.

"God! You already have a wife, why even ride breakfast in this house, huh?!" sentak Gio, do not accept if Romi come to eat his cooking.

"I didn't think Mr. Gio could cook. Ck, really a man's dream. You are always adored by the women" Romi cerocos.

"Whisper! There you go, have breakfast with your own wife!" expel Gio.

"I kept being sent here with my wife, because she was worried about Diandra. He didn't even give me a breakfast ration at home," Romi replied with eyes still fixed on the various kinds of porridge complements.

Gio only glanced at the glance of the interested faces of Romi and Randi. The two men who were assistants were now standing right in front of Gio.

"Is it ripe? Give me one bowl." Randi said, as if ordering food at a restaurant.

Gio, increasingly annoyed at the behavior of the two men in front of him. Even so his hands were busy preparing porridge for his wife.

"Me too!" romi.

Gio did not respond, he was indifferent to the two men he considered to be the troublemakers.

"Well, how's Diandra doing?" romi asked, remembering his brother and boss.

"It's better, I've brought a doctor to check on him. Doctors say Diandra's stomach acid rises, probably because he doesn't eat regularly and is too stressed" explained Randi, replacing Gio.

"Oh, thank goodness! I've seen it lately Diandra's like a lot of thought. But I don't know why, either?" romi said, remembering a few days before.

Gio who was ready with the porridge on the tray immediately took it, making the two assistants, aware of what they were waiting for.

As soon as possible the two turned to the place where Gio prepared the porridge. However, the two of them did not find a single bowl of porridge there.

"Well, where's my porridge?" randi asked, looking at Gio who had stepped outside from the kitchen area.

"You do it yourself!" answer Gio lightly, while continuing his steps.

"Ck, you big boss!" randi Decak.

Actually, there was still porridge and all his equipment there, only the two men could not concoct it themselves.

"Ah, how is this, I'm so hungry?" sighed Romi, see all the complementary spices and topping porridge that is still a lot.

"Can you mix it up?" randi asked, looking at Romi at a glance.

"No," Romi's bell.

"Geez, why don't we see Gio while concocting it?" randi said, feeling annoyed at himself.

While the two assistants were confused for breakfast. Gio instead smiled to himself with a tray containing a bowl of porridge, for his wife.

"Hopefully, Diandra likes my cooking" said Gio, walking towards her room.

Gio knocked on the door first, before opening it. As soon as he entered, he saw Diandra who appeared to be lying on her side.

Gio smiled then walked over to the bed where Diandra was lying.

"We have breakfast, yes. Let you take the medicine," said Gio, while keeping a tray on the nightstand.

"Come, I'll help you sit down" continued Gio again, while preparing a pillow for Diandra to lean on.

Diandra nodded faintly, she felt a warmth creeping through her chest, seeing the attention given by her husband.

Gio helped Diandra to sit down, then picked up a glass filled with warm water.

"Drink first," said Gio while thrusting a glass before his wife's lips.

After that, then Gio took out a bowl filled with porridge, then began to feed Diandra.

"Because the doctor suggested to eat soft, so now eat porridge first yes," said Gio, while blowing the porridge that still feels hot in the spoon.

Diandra fell silent, she just looked at the face of the husband who was busy serving her, somehow her eyes felt heated, with a heart beat that was timid, found the gentle treatment of a man who was none other than her own husband.

Every now and then, Gio seemed to smile, as his eyes seemed to collide, with a hint of misbehavior and awkwardness that suddenly felt.

"Open his mouth, it looks like the porridge is warm. Aaaa," said Gio, bringing the spoonful of porridge closer to his wife's mouth.

Diandra accepted the first bribe from her husband with an awkward feeling mixed with shame in her heart.

Yes, only this time did he look weak in front of others, what more to be served and treated as gentle as this.

Since childhood Diandra does include children who have a strong enough immunity. He rarely gets sick, even just for colds, which are usually suffered by many children.

In contrast to Ana who is not as strong as Diandra, she is often sick until the attention of her parents is seized a lot for her twin brother.

Even when she came into contact with Eric, the man never made her special, they were only bound by courtship status, without any gentle treatment or excessive attention.

Both are the same as a friend. It even tends to be awkward when just the two of you.

Just a few bribes, Diandra had already rejected the bribe from Gio.

"Why, not good?" ask Gio.

"Not so, I just feel full already" Diandra replied.

Gio nodded, he then put the bowl of porridge back on the nightstand, then took some more water.

"You, have you eaten?" diandra asked, she knew that since last night Gio had been with her, until he had no time to fill her stomach.

Gio immediately looked at Diandra's face, he was surprised by the attention the wife gave him.

"I'm not hungry yet" replied Gio.

"Now you take the medicine first," continued Gio again, while preparing the medicine for Diandra.

After helping Diandra take the medicine, Gio again measured his wife's body heat, using the back of his hand.

"I sometimes envy," said Diandra, looking straight ahead.

Gio was surprised to hear the words spoken by his wife, he only realized that Diandra's eyes were already glazed over.

"I sometimes get jealous of people who are sick." Diandra returned his words.

Gio raised one of his eyebrows sharply, looking at Diandra questioningly.

Diandra who was aware of the meaning of her husband's gaze only smiled faintly.

"Why do some people tend to pay more attention to people who are sick, compared to healthy people? What healthy person has no right to be taken into account?" ask Diandra.

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Can anyone answer Diandra's question?

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