Housewife-forced

Ill

The next few days, the atmosphere of the mansion was still quite awkward. Aya still did not dare to talk to Ivan. Alea and Akbar. Ivan still always comes home at night and Akbar will only talk if necessary. Aya always comes home late in the afternoon and Alea would prefer to go with her friend or stay in the room when Aya has not come home.

They are busy with their own activities. Or maybe intentionally busy. They can only meet each other in the morning or at night.

But every night, Aya was waiting for Ivan to come home. Sitting in the front room until Ivan came home and then he just went to the room. No matter whether Ivan would glance at it or not.

Today is Saturday. Akbar and Alea had left since then. For the first time, Akbar and Alea left together. Aya was still able to mock Alea for sitting with Akbar in the middle seat. Laughing at Alea's red face that was very clearly visible.

"Huh, join," murmured Aya.

Because it's Saturday, he's off. Same with Ivan. Bi Ning also took a Saturday off. Be now Aya just fell on her bed and did not know what to do.

Suddenly, Aya's stomach rang. He realized that he had only been drinking milk this morning and had not had time to eat breakfast. Alea and Akbar refused to eat breakfast so Aya also did not eat breakfast. Recalling that, Aya immediately got up from her sleep then stepped towards the door.

Just as Aya was about to lock the door, Ivan's room door opened. Aya reflexes silent. He looked at Ivan who was now also looking at him a little surprised. This morning Ivan was wearing only a black hoodie and black shorts. Makes it look so perfect in Aya's eyes.

Aya was still staring at Ivan for a few seconds. Then when he woke up, Aya immediately shifted her gaze. He ran past Ivan who was still standing in front of the room. Aya went down the stairs while holding her chest. His heart is still beating.

"Pliss, very handsome."

Arriving in the dining room, Aya immediately jumped up and down happily. She bit her lips to hold her screech. His mind was still fixed on Ivan who looked very handsome this morning. Her hair was raised upwards. The jaw firmly belongs to Ivan. And don't forget her pink lips.

"OK, Aya. Don't think macem, let's cook!"

After regaining her sanity, Aya immediately struggled with the ingredients she wanted to cook this time. So busy, Aya did not realize you Ivan was standing at the end of the stairs.

"Lo cook?" ivan's heavy voice hung from the ceiling.

Aya for the sake of hearing that voice reflexively gripped the end of the table. He could've slid it down if he didn't hold on. His right hand was slowly beating his chest. Feeling the pain of his heart beating so hard.

"Yes?" ivan's voice was heard again.

I don't know what to do now. He still won't turn around. Her eyes were somehow suddenly hot and shed tears. Aya knew this was excessive, but this was the first time Ivan had spoken to her. Ivan first called his name. After almost a year Aya liked the guy, this morning Ivan spoke to her. Ivan himself asked him to speak.

Aya took a deep breath. Wiping away the tears that were still flowing on his piercing cheeks. Then turned around and looked towards Ivan.

"Yes?" said Aya. In his heart Aya wanted to curse himself because for whatever sake his voice just sounded very flat.

"Lo cook? If so, I make it all," said Ivan no less flat. God, Aya wants to cry again now.

Aya just nodded in response. He hurriedly turned around to continue his cooking.

"Oh yeah, can you change your clothes first? I'm worried about you wearing such short shorts," said Ivan suddenly.

Aya. He only wears half thigh shorts and an oversize shirt. Makes it look like you're not wearing pants. Don't forget the hair he just tied up. Aya thought Ivan would not care about her. But now Ivan just told me he's uncomfortable seeing it. Aya was really crying right now.

Aya glanced at Ivan who was eating quietly in front of her. I don't know, Aya doesn't know what to react to. He's too happy now. If only there were words that could describe her happiness now more than the word 'very happy', then Aya would use that. And to be honest right now Aya was really trying to hold back her happy cries.

"Lo still likes me?" ivan asked coldly.

Aya chokes. He hurriedly grabbed the drinking water and took a quick sip. His eyes widened to look at Ivan who was now leaning his body on the back of the chair while holding his back. Highlight Ivan's eyes looked sharp and made Aya feel intimidated.

Silent for a few moments. Aya was still processing the question that Ivan had just asked and thinking what to answer.

"Jawab, anyway," said Ivan again.

Aya's body stiffened even more. I want her to scream that she still loves this brash guy in front of her. But want to put where his pride if he claims to still like Ivan. Aya knew that Ivan did not and would never return his feelings.

Ivan was still patiently waiting for Aya's answer. Staring at Aya's actual movements was already very clear showing the girl's true feelings.

"Gue doesn't like you, you know, right?" hiss Ivan when Aya did not answer his question.

Hearing that, Aya smirked. He felt pain in his chest. He knows, he knows it. Ivan once said the same sentence in DM 3 months ago when Aya expressed her feelings. I have felt pain before. But hearing that sentence coming out directly from Ivan's mouth was still painful.

Aya chuckled softly, "Yes, I know. I don't like you either."

Ivan was satisfied. "Well, if you don't like me, you know what to do, right?" Ivan raised his eyebrows.

Aya nodded. He looked up to prevent his tears from coming out. Ivan had moved from his seat. He grabbed his HP and motor key, then left the dining room. A little while later, Aya could hear the sound of Ivan's motorbike starting to drift away

The cry Aya who had been held back from earlier was now broken. The sound of her sobbing broke the silence in the mansion. Aya crept her chest. Admitting that he still likes Ivan would be of no use. It could be that he will accept the fact that it is more painful if he claims to still like Ivan.

Aya was still flinching in her place. Tears kept flowing down her cheeks. Just now he was feeling very happy because Ivan was willing to talk to him. Now he is confronted by the fact that Ivan does hate the feeling that Aya feels for Ivan. In other words, Ivan hates that Aya likes him.

Aya's guess has been right all along. He's been putting together a lot of bad scenarios about Ivan. But still when one of those bad possibilities comes true, the pain is still very much felt.

Ting!

A message notification appeared on the HP Aya screen. He read the message.

My mama

Ay, mama and Ivan's mother will be there this afternoon

Don't forget to cook...

Aya glared in shock. He rubbed his face rough. What other trials now?