I Love You, Ma'am Kunti

morning full of love

Pips... Pips... Pips...

The closed pair of eyes started to move. Respond after a few weeks lying in his coma.

Delia began to react to life that she was about to awaken. Secretary Erik who was still loyal to keep his head raised, when he felt the hand he held began to move.

"Delia?" he muttered happily, waiting for those eyes to open as soon as possible. But it still has to slow down, until the moaning in his mouth starts to sound.

The girl seemed to be saying something, but it was very heavy.

"Delia– this is Dad."

"Mr... Mamiiii..." The call was faint, the more here it became clear. That he called his mother.

***

In the main house...

Devan arranges his things with Kuni. Just a little bit, the rest he can order a waiter later.

Kunia put the medium-sized box on their bed, rubbing her forehead which actually does not sweat. All he did was to expose the children whose hair was still coming out of his clasps. Makes the forehead a little itchy to play with his hair.

"You tired?"

"No–" chuckles.

"I told you, let everything be done by the waiter."

"Not everything either. I just don't want my underwear cleaned by the waiter here."

"Ckckl... What's the worry about that for. They're used to doing it."

"Yes to your family. That's why I choose to wash my own underwear."

"Heah... Your life is too complicated." Devan closed the box with duct tape. After that, lower it down, slightly push it away and then lay his body on the bed. "The world? Are you sure you don't want to use a housekeeper?"

"Emmm... I don't want to. I told you already. I'll do it all myself." Raising one hand with a passionate expression.

Pensive, he doubted actually. Not to mention the words of Sukaesih's mother... When it comes to cooking, he may be able to cook occasionally or just buy it. But for some houses?

He was not sure that Kunia could.

"Why daydream?"

"I'm not sure, our house will be neat if you hold it yourself. Our house is not as big as the house here. Bigger than your parents' house. Sure you don't want to use a housekeeper?"

"Hei– don't like to underestimate me. I'm definitely capable, really."

"Not underestimated. I was worried when I found out we were moving house, and I wasn't wearing a housekeeper."

"Ckckck He is like that. After all for what to worry about a married child, surely his sense of responsibility has changed not like it used to."

"I guess, I'm worried that mom's grounded."

"What speech?"

"Mom can be worried, you're going to drive her daughter-in-law crazy. For a house like a ship breaks down every day."

"Hiiisschh..." The world murmured, but soon in his arms tightly.

"I'll still hire a housekeeper. Just three..."

"A lot? One is enough."

"We need a gardener, a cook, the same one who cleans the house. If only one cassian."

"There's me Dev– I'll help him."

"You're his only duty, to serve me." Devano pushed Kunia's body to lie down while laughing. Plied his face with a kiss of affection.

It's up to me to really be a wife. Like a mother who wants to do everything herself. (World)

Kunia does not know, if Bu Sukaesih do all that because there is no other choice, and more to save the cost alone.

Home assistants are expensive. Better to be allocated to another.

–––

Both are wearing their clothes. After finishing the shower.

Devan, who was still using a towel, approached his wife.

"You need help?" Touching both shoulders.

"No need. I can, it's just a job of drying hair." Lifting the hairdryer is quite high, while combing his hair. To dry evenly.

The man looked at his wife without doing anything. Until the eye seeds glanced at him.

"Why shut up, why don't you put your clothes on?"

"Later. You're still wearing a towel." His smile made Kunia shiver.

"Don't smile like that."

"Why?" Devan grabbed the hairdryer and leaned closer, holding Kunia's chin and lifting her up a little. The eyeballs were twitching, just looking at Devan was happy. "Love is like this, right? It drives me crazy every day."

Smile soft lips that smile at him. The world passed away when the man kissed her.

His mischievous hands began to infiltrate the top of his bath kimono. He does what he likes with his hands. The kiss began to move to the neck.

"Don't spend your love now my husband," said Kunia. Makes Dev stop his activities. He looked at the reddened face and then put a towel on his shoulder that was down earlier.

Their eyes met each other, Kunia looked at him with another feeling. He was worried that his love would quickly fade.

"Why shut up? I'm waiting for you to continue with your words."

Kunia smiled, and hugged her husband's neck.

"I'm afraid–"

"Fear what?"

"Fear you're bored with me. Then turn..."

"What are you thinking about?"

Kunia did not answer, she only kissed Devano's lips briefly.

"I love you, you have to believe me. Don't let there be a parting word like the artists who divorced their partners."

Devano was stunned.

"Speak well.. Do you have any intention of divorcing me?"

The world shook her head slowly, "no. Because lately, many circulating in the broadcast or print media about the damage to the household of the artists. They look good and well... What is the reason for being too loving, until the feeling wears off quickly?"

Devan sighed. He did not speak but give kisses to Kunia again, after which crouched down.

"Love faded probably because of a lot of things. Most of them are third, right?"

Kunia nodded...

"Then let's promise each other. That you or I, can only love each other. There's no one else."

"Even if I age first?"

"You age I age too. We both age."

"It won't be the same, obviously I first. You're still like a college kid now. Not like me. aunty."

Devan chuckles.

"Kan, are you laughing at me?"

"No my wife. You're a auntie, I'm an om-om." Still smiling, because he was imagining.

"Lohong–" whining.

"really." Devan grabbed that hand, kissed it. "I want to be like your father, to your mother. Together to have children, raise them together until our children get married."

"Don't just until our son gets married, will you turn away after our son gets married?"

"Yes no... That means until Old, until?" Devan scratched his head, remembering the continuation. "Until death."

"Until I die? You're wicked... If I die first you marry again, right?"

"Yes God... If you die, I die, how are you?" Pulling the cheek of Kunia, until the woman complained and then released Devano's hand.

"Now you just say it like that" murmured.

"You're getting a little annoying, huh? The point is I want to be with you until we age and we lie in the last bed. You're satisfied..."

"Well, if we're together, if I die first?"

Devano. "Now this is how it is, if I die first? Are you getting married again?"

Kunia nodded slowly, but immediately shook her head quickly as Devan's eyes rounded perfectly.

"You nodding?"

"Ti... It's not. I'm shaking."

"Hei– earlier you nodded yes, I saw that clearly. So you want to get married again if I die, huh!!"

Damn, why did my response even nod...? It's gonna be a hassle.

The world grinned, "my head sometimes likes all it wants, baby. Where might I nod a sign assenting, you misinterpreted. India alone when assuring wear a headband, not a nod."

"Ohoooo!!! You shook your head fast, if you use the Indian way it means it's more agreeable." The accusation.

Ouch... What is this mouth talking about? More trouble this, it will be.

"Darling, sorry. I don't mean like that."

"I don't care, I'm already angry." Devan lifts Kunia's body.

"Hei– hei– where do I take me?"

"I will punish you inhumane ways."

"A– what? Dear... I'm aaaaaaang."

The evil grin was already on her lips, while holding the body of Kunia Devan led her out of the dressing room.

Relax, they're not doing anything. Devan just throws Kunia's body slowly, rolls it up with a blanket and kisses her many times. Until the world frustrated itself.