Culun's Son-in-law's Secret

Secrets of Culun's Son-in-law Chapter 53

Secrets of Culun's Son-in-law Chapter 53

Meeting an ex

"Sit there yuk," pointed Angga at the empty seat that was right in the corner of the luxury restaurant.

The image smiled sweetly, then he nodded in agreement.

With a heartbeat that is increasingly exploding, then Angga grasped the hand of Citra tighter. Then he led Citra to the table that was available at the fancy restaurant.

Arriving at the table, then Angga removed his hand from Citra, then he pulled a chair for Citra.

"Please sit down Princess, I will serve you with pleasure" Angga said with a faint smile.

"What the hell, not funny to know," Citra said while elbowing Angga's waist anxious. Then he sat on the chair.

While Angga He just smiled, then sat next to Citra.

Not long after, the waiter brought the menu book and placed it in front of Citra and Angga.

"You'd want to order some spaghetti? ain't he?" tanya Angga who makes Citra look up instantly.

"Kok, you know what?" tanya Citra was astonished.

"Yes, I know. Because I've been investigating all about you, including what foods you like and what you don't like" Angga said.

While Citra who saw Angga was silent, without answering her question then she again saw the menu book that was in front of her. And immediately tell the order to the waiter. Because he is very hungry now.

"Well Miss, I've recorded all your orders, but what about this Master, he's still busy flipping through page after page of the menu book. Do I need to pat him on the shoulder, let him realize, because since I've noticed he's just daydreaming," the waiter told Citra.

The image only smiled in response to the servant's remark. Then he gently grasped the hand of Angga who was flipping through the menu book.

Angga's hand immediately stopped when he felt someone holding his hand. And a split second later he looked at the image bead deeply.

His feelings this time were completely different, especially after Citra held the status of a widow.

"Mas Angga, what do you want?" tanya Citra that makes Angga immediately realized from his daydream. Then he pointed at any menu listed on the menu book.

As for the waiter who saw that, he immediately took note of it. Then he resigned.

Angga was so wrong, when Citra clasped her hand. Even he was now unceasingly circulating his gaze at the flower widow before him.

If only it was halal, surely Angga has devoured the beautiful lips Citra.

"Mas Angga why the hell? since then I have noticed you continue to look at me, whether my appearance is wrong," Citra said while paying attention to her appearance.

However, he did not see anything strange about his appearance. So that Citra again looked up and circulated her gaze to Angga.

Angga smiled, then he asked Citra to come closer to him. While Citra, he only obeyed the wishes of Angga.

"Like this," Citra said.

"Hum…!" reply Angga.

Now the two are close to each other, even the breath of Citra is clearly felt on Angga's face. To make the man imagine something that makes himself smile.

"Hurry up, what do you want to say" Citra said.

All the courage Angga collected. However, when he wanted to convey to Citra, suddenly the waitress came and brought their order.

"Later on, I was very hungry" said Citra who immediately grabbed the food that had been placed by the waitress on the table.

As for Angga, he only scratched his head which was not itchy. Even occasionally he smiled considering how close he and Citra had been.

If only the waitress had not come, maybe Angga had devoured the thin lips Citra.

The image that was enjoying his food, then he looked towards Angga who did not touch his food at all.

"Why don't you eat, don't you feel hungry?" ask Citra.

Angga chuckles.

Then he brought his face closer to Citra. And this time made the widow of the flower feel all over her body like she was struck by high voltage electricity.

Very tense, to make the image just silent and not move at all.

"I'm sorry, there's a sauce on your cheek" said Angga who immediately took the tissue and wiped it.

While Citra who heard Angga's words just now, she also dropped the spoon and fork that she held onto the serving plate.

Angga thought he would kiss her lips. However, his prediction was wrong and made him take a deep breath.

"Huh….!" The image collected oxygen in the room quite forcefully.

While Angga who saw the action of Citra, he just smiled. Feeling amused about his own behavior.

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A few minutes passed, the state of Citra which had stiffened because of the work of Angga, then he resumed his food.

However, when Citra was really enjoying the spaghetti bolognese he ordered. Suddenly a beautiful woman approached them. And most surprisingly the woman hugged the body of Angga with her mesra.

"Buck, Angga. Where have you been, I've been looking for you for a long time, calling your phone number over and over, but you never answered my call, hum…!" ask the woman.

Even his hands had already crept into the chest of the Angga field. Maybe if they were alone in a quiet place. The woman had already devoured Angga's lips ferociously.

"What the hell, you Dira. What the hell are you doing? you don't see if I'm with another woman, and our relationship has been broken for a long time. So take your hands off my body right now" Angga ordered gently. But in each sentence contains an emphasis that makes Dira immediately release his hand from the body of Angga.

"Picture let's go home," Angga asked.

The image just fell silent. Then he stared at the face of the woman standing beside Angga.

Very beautiful, to make Citra feel inferior. Especially considering her status as a widow. Which is not worthy of a match with Angga who is almost perfect.

"Citra, let's go home" Angga said for the second time. Even now he was already standing from his seat.

The woman beside Angga, suddenly smiled grinning. Then he hugged Angga.

Angga gasped, he was so shocked to see the courage of Dira.

"Dira.. release," said Angga while looking at Dira's face with his eagle eyes.

However, Dira only responded by publishing a thin smile on her beautiful lips. Then he again tightened the hug on Angga's body. He even put his face on Angga's back.

Angga grew furious with Dira's behavior, then he pulled the woman's hand from her body with a slight force.

"What the hell mas, I just miss you, what is wrong," said Dira who began to shed tears of his culture.