Exchanged CEO Bride

M2 – Stone Pen

Finding a place during the day is not difficult. But the problem is the ice cream. Once in the area, no one sold ice cream. His own ears were still unfamiliar when he first heard there was a food called ice cream. Just imagine that he is not capable.

"Isss how does ice cream taste in rujak?" ask him to himself. Even he was horrified to imagine its strange taste.

Gaza travels around the village on its own meth motorbike. As far as he could see, not a single salesman stood out today. There is usually no place. The seller is returning home, and will return a few days later. That said someone whose house was close to the place where the street vendors were selling.

"Gosh, where else am I gonna go?"

Gaza stops by the road. He took off the helmet he was wearing and he put it in the rearview mirror. The wire in his pocket he took. His hands were busy typing something. He started looking for ice cream and found a place where he could find ice cream.

"Huh? It's ice cream."

Gaza saw what an ice cream cone looked like on its screen. In view of its shape alone Gaza is not so sure of its taste. How can ice cream be mixed with sweet spicy sour flavor.

"Ciii"

Just imagining it makes Gaza shudder.

Gaza back wearing his helmet then spurred his motorbike to split the crowded streets in the heat of the sun that stung his hot skin.

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After a long and exhausting journey, Gaza reached his rented house. There he parked his motorcycle directly on the porch of the house. Unfortunately if the motor gets hot. The motorcycle seat can make the beach blistered due to the scorching sun that collides with synthetic materials.

"This is the recipe!" gaza.

Gaza put the rock on the table. It looks like he had to buy ice cream. He intended to check if the ice cream melted or not after a time-consuming trip and also the hot sun that afternoon.

"Where the hell is he?"

Gaza dings in search of Dela's whereabouts. He had been waiting for some time, Dela did not come to him. He was worried that his ice cream would melt.

"Woey!!! The moon!!!" Gaza shouted to Dela once more.

Not coming, Gaza was finally walking to find the whereabouts of Dela. He let out a rough sigh when he saw Dela who was lying down with a slanted sleeping position.

"God is sleeping. Delta ... Delta ... The moon already exists!"

Gaza is trying to wake Dela up. But not the name Dela if Dela quickly woke up.

"Rel ... Build Del..."

Once again Gaza tried to wake Dela, but nil. Dela still did not want to wake up.

"DELA!!!" This time Gaza shouted. He was very upset with Dela.

Finally the effort succeeded. Dela moved her head. He began to be disturbed by the sound of Gaza disturbing his ears. "Hmmm!!! What the hell?!" lamented Dela with eyes that he increasingly closed.

"Wake up! The ice cream is melting!"

"Biarin. You're the one eating!" dela. That's all Dela said. Dela changed position. Initially tilting his body towards the door, he now turns his back to the door where Gaza stands today.

"Dell!" call Gaza once again. Dela chose to ignore Gaza. He used a pillow to cover his ears so that the sound of Gaza did not bother him anymore.

Gaza breathes hard. Both of his hands were now cluttered at his waist.

"This is it, this! Sucks. If you know you'll only be left asleep, I'd better sleep at home too!"

Gaza closed the door to the room back loudly. He felt his efforts were not appreciated in the slightest, even impressed to be played. It made Dela who was in the room to be shocked. His eyes opened wide for a moment.

"Aaarrghh shit!!" dela was upset. Only a little more he went back to sleep, but was canceled by the actions of Gaza.

With a piling of frustration, Dela finally woke up. He confirmed the rough hair ties and then walked after Gaza.

"You are yes ... Can you not disturb my sleep this time?!" dela protests. His head feels dizzy if he wakes up suddenly like that.

Gaza smiled in a slant. "Can you not, don't bother me for a day?! At least appreciate the efforts of others!" the Gaza sarcasm.

Instead of caring, Gaza turned back the position with Dela's position that from the beginning was wrong.

"Yes yes .. I sleep, so sleep is normal. I don't want it anymore." Dela.

Gaza laughing sarcastically. "If that's your principle, yes, I'm innocent, too."

"What?!"

"Only I don't want to eat the dish, why get angry anyway? Trivial too. You can also eat it by yourself or by the neighbors!" Dela did not understand why such a simple problem could be so big. Just act a little bit in order.

There is no other answer. Gaza just stared at Dela expressionlessly. This time his expression was more sinister than usual. His look was so intimidating. Instantly made Dela's guts shrivel.

"Yes, eat!" dela was forced.

Dela surrender. Honestly he is most afraid if the opponent speaks quietly then looks at him straight and sharp piercing like that. It feels like I want to be skinned. Dela is easily intimidated especially by someone she loves or a man she knows but rarely does that to her.

The face is so clear. Dela stomped her feet at the beginning before she walked. Dela opened the package of rujak. The vanilla-flavored ice cream has melted in half. Just looking at it makes it feel good. Rujak is not his wish. He just wanted to destroy Gaza.

"Fast eat!" tell Gaza who is standing leaning against the table. His hands are resting on his stomach.

Dela hesitated to eat it. For a long time he kept silent just by looking at the temple.

"Ooo there's no spoon yet huh. Okay I'll get you the spoon" bargained Gaza. The longer he was the more certain that Dela just wanted to work on him.

"Hahaha want to mess with a Gaza hmm??" inner Gaza smiled with satisfaction. He did not want to budge if he dealt with the acting Dela.

Gaza took a spoon and gave it to Dela.

"Now, eat. Wait what else?"

Gaza raised next to his eyebrows saw Dela who was still silent with a spoon that had now been in his grasp.

Dela complained in her heart. Again–again he himself hit the stone. Dela let out a rough breath. He scoops a little of the melted space and then feeds into his mouth. Doubt he chewed on that pot. It was not friendly on his tongue.

"Where? Yummy?" Gaza smiled slantingly, looking for a justification that would further satisfy his inner self.

Dela glanced sharply at Gaza. "Chih ... That's how you play. Okay, I ladeni.." muttered Dela inwardly. He smiled cunningly. Thin, so invisible.

Dela changed her expression. The face that was originally forced, now it has changed like enjoying the spirit.

"Emmm yummy dong, seger again ..." Dela was theatrical, but inside she was crying. Several times he put a spoon in his mouth to show how much he liked it.

"Because of you!" jump Gaza in the heart. Gaza knows that Dela is playing a show.

Gaza nods–butuk, "yes, thank goodness."

Instantly came retribution in Dela's mind. Dela laughed cunningly in her inner being.

Dela paled her face. "But my baby really wants you to spend the whole month."

Gaza is silent.

"People say, the request of pregnant women if not obeyed later her child will be ileran." Dela lowered her head sadly.

"Don't believe! It's just a myth! At most it's just your wits!" accuse Gaza. There is no medical formula that states that the cravings of pregnant women can make their children drool if not met.

"Ta–but his friend Mami's son used to be. I don't want my son to be an ilean." Dela was getting her head down. He knew that fact but he did not want to admit it.

"Where is it!" sangkal Gaza's. He was still looking for a thousand ways to give.

Not answering anymore, now Dela even cried. Benar–benae king manipulative. Women's tears are Gaza's weakness. Gaza cannot see women crying in front of it.

Gaza breathed in rough air. In the end he did a request for Dela. Whether it's a skit or it's true, it's business later.

Aaaa ... Gaza had to deal with food that he never wanted to eat. He swallowed the food he had to.

While in the heart others were cheering to celebrate his victory. But on the other hand Dela felt things that she had never felt. That feeling is not expressed. Without being covered again both corners of his lips lifted up. This time it's not a show. That is the true expression of his heart.

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Happy reading gaes,

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