Conqueror of the Casanova

Kopi

...Happy Reading's...

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Diandra stared at her husband's arrival, she could see that Gio was wearing the clothes she had prepared.

However, there was something different from Gio's usual appearance, he looked more relaxed with the sleeves of the shirt rolled up to his elbows, as well as the top three peeing open.

"Well, Brother Gio, it's really cool ... it's like a college kid," Gita joked, staring at Gio with sparkling eyes.

"Yes, you are so different today, Gio," Hana added, noting her son's appearance.

"Yes, Mah. .. I didn't go to the hotel today, so relax" replied Gio.

Relax or want to be the center of attention of girls at the airport?! decak Diandra in the heart.

I'm going to choose formal clothes for the hotel, anyways not usually he also likes to wear a shirt? But, why now the style is so different gini?

Diandra was upset himself, because the clothes that had been prepared by him, were not worn according to his will.

You playboy cap frog! as if Diandra again.

Gio smiled, she then sat down next to Diandra, who reflexively immediately stood up awkwardly, in order to avoid her husband.

Gio could see that Diandra's plate was still empty, while Gita had started eating her breakfast.

"What breakfast do you want?" diandra asked, with a stiff-sounding voice.

He did not know the true habits of Gio, what else this was in front of his in-laws and sister-in-law.

Gio desperately wanted to chuckle, looking at his wife's awkward and stiff attitude, even though he just smiled at her.

"Bread only, use other than beans," replied Gio.

Diandra also took the wheat bread that was already available, then applied peanut butter on it.

While Gio who saw there was coffee in front of him, began to lift the coffee cup, then inhaled the aroma of brewed coffee that still reflected a little smoke.

Even so, his view was never separated from all the gestures of the wife, which always attracted him.

Gio closed his eyes for a while, while enjoying the coffee he had absorbed earlier. However, then there was a fine wrinkle created on his forehead.

Wait, this is not a coffee made by Mamah or Bi Jui. It feels very different, and feels more delicious.

Gio muttered inwardly, praising the taste of the coffee that was still being tasted within his oral cavity.

"Why, Gio?" hana asked, as she looked at Gio who was frowning.

Gio opened his eyes, then looked at Hana who was watching him.

Diandra's hand that was applying jam to the bread was stopped, when Hana asked her husband. He caught a glimpse of Gio, then refocused on the bread in his hand.

Diandra tried to hide her nervousness, when she saw Gio holding the coffee cup she made just a moment ago.

Hopefully he likes my coffee, or at least pretends to like it in front of his mother and sister, so that I am not ashamed. Diandra prayed in his heart.

"Who's the coffee, Mah?" gio asked, to Hana, which made Diandra's heart more impassive.

"Oh, it's Dian's. Indeed why? Don't tell me you've never known coffee made your own wife," replied Hana, at the same time asking.

"Ah, not that, Mah. I know, my wife's coffee. I was just wondering, hehe." Gio gave an excuse, while glancing at Diandra's face at a glance.

Gio rolled one of his eyes, as soon as the gazes of the two collided.

"Check, uhuk!" Diandra, who was shocked by Gio's actions, was choked by his own saliva.

"Eh, what's wrong with you, baby?" gio asked, immediately stood up while embracing his wife's shoulders.

"A– I'm fine," replied Diandra, she glanced at her husband's annoyance, who was only greeted with a smile by Gio.

"Come, you sit down first," Gio, help Diandra to sit back in the chair.

They also sat in their own seats.

"Thank you, dear," whispered Gio, right in front of Diandra's ears.

The deg!

Diandra's hair bristled when the warm breath scented her husband's mouth on his face.

His heart again beat erratically, with a faster rhythm than usual.

Diandra could only faintly nod, being too busy controlling her feelings.

Geez, why is my heart beating so fast now? Am I having heart disease? inner Diandra, full of questions.

The smile on Gio's face grew wider, as he saw the red hue on his wife's face.

You do look tough and haughty on the outside. But, actually you are just a plain girl, who can't even hide the hue on Gio's inner cheeks.

"You also eat dong, baby," said Gio, when he saw his wife's plate was still empty.

"Yes, you should eat too, Dian. Here's my mommy bias get it. What do you want?" Hana immediately took out the Diandra plate.

Diandra who was daydreaming immediately realized, he also prevented Hana who would take her rice.

"No need, Mah. I'll eat some bread, "prevent the Diandra.

"Or, do you want us to eat this together?" gio asked, as he was about to take his bread.

Gita and Randi who were in front of Gio, looked at each other and then expressed as if he wanted to vomit, seeing Gio's bucin attitude.

Diandra was further embarrassed by Gio's behavior, she grimaced fretfully, while cursing her husband inwardly.

Oh, my God, this is a really nice guy! Watch out later if Mamah and Gita have gone home I'm working on you! inner Diandra.

"Don't be lebay! You make me ashamed," said Diandra with teeth tightly clenched, until only heard by Gio.

"Hehe, no need, I just take it again," said Diandra with a forced chuckle, in order to cover up her sense of regret.

He then took one loaf of bread and applied peanut butter on half of it, then looked at it.

"Where full, if you eat only one loaf of bread, Dian." said Hana, looking at Diandra who just folded her bread.

"This is enough, Mah. My stomach is still not comfortable if I eat too much" said Diandra, giving an excuse.

"Oh yeah, why did Mama forget that you were still sick?" Hana widened her eyes, feeling guilty for her daughter-in-law.

"Geez, Gio, why don't you want to tell Mamah anyway?!" annoyed Hana, looked at her son's annoyance.

"Yes already, Mom, make you sop yes ... just a moment really," continued Hana again while about to stand up.

"No need, Mah. Today I want to eat bread again" said Diandra.

Hana nodded she really felt guilty for having forgotten Diandra who had just recovered from illness, until this morning she only cooked fried rice.

"I'm sorry, Dian," Hana said again.

"What's wrong, Mah," answered Diandra smiling warmly, cupping her mother-in-law's hand.

Hana smiled, with a sad look in her eyes, she was too worried about her granddaughter in Jakarta, who was still in care, to forget her daughter-in-law.

Finally that morning, they spent breakfast together, before Hana and Gita returned to Jakarta.

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A smile etched on the lips, sometimes just a shield to cover the pain in the heart.

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