DILEMMA - Get Off Bed

DILEMMA - Get Off Bed
Why is this girl kissing me?!



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Completely out of the shadows, Alfiya did not think that Elvan would come home while he was asleep. And, casually changed his clothes while he was in that room. Why before that Elvan did not wake himself first try, so that he could wait outside the room.


Alfiya felt himself very exhausted. He had spent his time in college, then after he immediately cooked, bathed Anggian and also fed the child.


Apparently, running the role of a mother is tiring as well apparently.


Arriving at the dining room, Alfiya rushed to prepare dinner. He arranged some of the menu that he cooked earlier up neatly. He also prepared dishes for both of them.


Alfiya smiled looking at the dish he prepared expectantly. I hope Elvan likes his cooking.


Suddenly, Alfiya was confused. What happened to her? Why did he become this wholehearted as he prepared a dinner for Elvan. Why did he really hope that Elvan would like his cooking. What made him suddenly go this way?


At first she only intended to be a good mother to Anggian until they separated. But why did it finally get here? Why did he do it so much. The girl then lowered her head while touching her chest by a foreign feeling that had penetrated her heart.


Before long, it was like hearing some noise from outside the dining room.


"Hi, ma'am!" Rian who was carrying Anggian suddenly nongol.


Alfiya then turned his body after looking. "Rian, when are you here?" his question was both surprised and astonished.


"I just got to mbak, want to take Gian for a walk."


Alfiya then glanced at Anggian who was tugging at Rian's clothes because he could not wait to leave.


"Come, om, come on.." - Anggian.


Rian smiled too. "Yes, let's go in a minute." Then Rian turned to look at Alfiya. "Mr me and Gian go first."


Alfiya walked over. "Not eat yet?" ask Alfiya.


"No need to eat at home."


Alfiya nodded in understanding. Then switch to staring Anggian who is impatient. "Gian, don't be naughty, same with me, Rian."


Even the little Anggian nodded steadily. After that they finally left Alfiya alone there.


Alfiya looked back at the dish on the table. He took a deep breath. All right, he'll have dinner with Elvan after this.


Not long after the awaited figure finally came. Saw Elvan Alfiya gnawing. He suddenly remembered that he had done something forbidden earlier.


Meanwhile, Elvan leisurely stepped closer. Then put his body in the chair. For a moment he looked at the dish on the table. Then he turned to look at the girl who was still standing next to him.


Alfiya was blocked, for a moment their gazes met. Silence between them happened. He looked at the man's face. Elvan's face was calming at this moment.


Calm down, and the longer the better to look at. Alfiya seemed to have just realized that. The figure of an adult male has its own charm apparently. Like someone who can protect and.... Alfiya had never seen anything like this in Joe.


Suddenly, Alfiya became aware, why did he compare Elvan and Joe this way. The girl nodded quickly. Nah! No, the two of them are different people, obviously there are a lot of differences.


The girl closed her eyes deeply.


Duh, what the hell do you think, Alfiya?


Elvan who saw Alfiya's behavior could only smile. He called slowly. "The wifi! Fiya."


Ha's? The girl woke up from her daydream.


"Yes, my mom." Alfiya nodded consciously.


Elvan scrunched his forehead. "You, daydreaming?"


Gadia chuckled softly. "Oh, e-no."


Duh, Alfiya felt like his brain was starting to go short. Why did he compare Elvan and Joe. What's wrong with his mind.


The girl took a deep breath. Remember Alfiya don't get carried away about Elvan. Remember the initial purpose of marrying this man is for the sake of mother and father.


"Mas, want to try not the food first" said Alfiya trying to eliminate the awkwardness he felt.


Elvan nodded. "Can."


"Yes, I'm trying."


Elvan then took a spoon and tried a piece of sweet sour chicken cooked Alfiya. The man chewed it for a moment.


Meanwhile Alfiya was anxiously waiting. "Where are you?"


Elvan answered nothing, and the man put his spoon back on the plate. His face looks ordinary too. It is unclear what reaction he was reacting to.


"Mass?" Alfiya frowned next to his brows. "Where?"


"Try you the bribe." asked Elvan at last. Still with a mouth that chews a little food with a smile that reviews his face. "Kok, there's like there's less of it when I try."


Ha's?


"There is less, the feeling was asking for help bi Mina make a chipin and it feels right."


As Elvan chews the girl waits.


"It's true yes." Elvan said after swallowing his food.


"What is it really?"


"When eating from a man's hand tastes better."


Gosh, gosh,


The girl turned her face unexpectedly. This guy why the hell? It was like he felt that Elvan was crunching or what it really was.


"Mas, Elvan says it's like guys in an Indian movie know." Alfiya.


Elvan chuckles softly. He smiled and then relaxed again enjoyed his meal. No matter the girl who was still confused by his attitude just now. He nodded slowly, why did he?


Alfiya was still staring at Elvan who was bribing his cooking. Looks very good and enjoys. What Elvan likes this cuisine because it is often cooked by Anggita first, he does not know. But obviously he was happy and moved, Elvan liked what he served.


Elvan who realized Alfiya was watching him then turned his head. Wh why? Elvan blinked, is there something wrong with him? The man then put the spoon he was wearing on the plate. Take and drink a glass of water prepared by Alfiya. After drinking the water, he cleared for a moment.


"Why, Fi?" he was astonished by the girl who continued to be dumbstruck.


Alfiya was conscious. "Emm?!"


"Why are you always watching the mas?"


Alfiya was still silent. Apparently Elvan was aware of his movements earlier. The girl exhaled, she also did not understand why she kept watching Elvan like this. He could not take his eyes off this man.


Alfiya then approached Elvan. It made the man even more astonished at his behavior.


"Buck...." Alfiya looked at Elvan deeply. "Why don't you hate me."


Elvan frowned confused. "You mean?"


"I mean, mom hates me for thinking Gita's departure is my fault" he explained slowly.


Silent moment!


Elvan is still waiting for the continuation of Alfiya's speech the more he does not understand this.


"But, Elvan. Even while still grieving, I agreed to marry me."


"Wi-fi...."


"Mas.. honestly actually I also feel guilty as Elvan and Gian. Because I'm Elvan lost his wife and Gian lost his mother."


Elvan lowered his head. He knows what Alfiya means. "It was. because of Fi's accident." he said as he looked up to look at the girl who was standing in front of him.


Alfiya looked down at Elvan's reply. But his heart was not satisfied. Again, I don't know what he wants out of this man's mouth. Like there was something he expected.


"Yes, I'm going to eat again." He said, because like there is nothing more that Afiya wants to say.


However, Elvan did not continue his meal. Like losing consciousness, the girl approached and she grabbed both sides of Elvan's cheeks with both palms.


Elvan gasps. He looked up at the girl in surprise.


"Fi?!" elvan is confused. "Why you?"


Alfiya increasingly lost consciousness, he closed his eyes deeply. Until finally slowly but surely the tiny lips were gently attached to Elvan's lips.


Gosh, gosh,


Elvan. His eyes were still widened, clearly Alfiya was closing his eyes while doing that.


This is not a dream, is it?! Alfiya, what is this girl doing?


But suddenly, immediately Alfiya realized. The girl then let go of their kiss. For a while they sat with each other. Both were confused by what had just happened.


My God, Alfiya closed his mouth quickly, he suddenly hysterical and self-deprecating. What he's done. He could have unwittingly kissed Elvan.


Alfiya bit her lower lip stiff. Slowly he walked backwards. I ran quickly to get out of the room. Leaving Elvan still riveted sitting by his deeds.


Elvan thought, is it possible that the girl was shaken by her soul?


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