I Love You, Ma'am Kunti

the first night of languishing

After that, Devan approached Bu Sukaesih who wanted to cook the beef he bought.

"What would you cook? Can I help you?"

"Eh– is not necessary. Guests helping?"

"No problem, I can cook. I used to live with my nanny when I graduated High School until college. And my nanny was a cook in the main house. That's why I'm good at cooking now."

"Woah really? So curious about your cooking."

Devan smiled, rolling up his arms. Then start cutting the meat. And true, even though he's a rich man but seems very good at holding kitchen work.

After using one container, without hesitation Devan immediately washed it.

"The kitchen must be clean, that's what my nanny taught me in her house."

"Great– like this that is delicious in keeping, does not make blood high every day." Bu Sukaesih glanced at Kunia who was helping to peel potatoes.

"I can cook too. Don't be insinuating," Kunia replied.

"Can I cook what? You don't remember yesterday, you almost burned this house down. When mom put boiled chicken on you, and you fell asleep? Fortunately, only the pot and chicken were burnt. Basic useless."

Plethoraac... Ms. Sukaesih snapped the head of Kunia, who then complained.

"Why is it discussed anyway? I told you unintentionally. I'm tired, because of the WORK at the office." Kunia looked back at the man who had raised his head, looking back, when he heard the verb in the office. Then refocus on the frying pan on the stove while shaking the head afterwards.

"Can you answer, huh?"

"Mom, try this." Devan gives a little, for Bu Sukaesih tasting. The middle-aged mother grabbed him, then blew for a moment, after which she ate the piece of meat.

Chew, then close your eyes.

"Emmmmm-tips... Like a restaurant meal." Ms. Sukaesih gave her thumb. "You're so great, son."

So anxious Bu Sukaesih to pull the cheek of Devano, which is actually not so liked when someone pulled the cheek.

Before long Dumb into the kitchen, with headphones on the neck. The man approached the three of them.

"How fragrant?"

"Iya– Uwa's future son-in-law, who's cooking."

"Mother...!" The world stomped quietly again.

"This cool guy is your candidate, brother?" A little trepidation was stunned by the appearance of the man who was turning off the stove. Then he approached Kunia, and sat down next to her. While the World is direct

shaking his head at Dumbness.

"Not-not..."

"Why right? If yes? I've also approved."

"Hei–" Kunia was getting more panicked, especially the expression of the mother who was suddenly more cheerful.

"Wait around... So right? You want to be my daughter-in-law, son?"

"You, I proposed to Dunia in front of my father's grave." Devan answered bluntly. And that makes the world even more miserable.

"Waaaah... I have to hear this." Ms. Sukaesih walked with enthusiasm out of the kitchen to approach her husband. And only arriving at the door did he return only to pull Dumbly out. "Let's get out, don't bother a couple of lovers being alone."

"Oh... Alright." Trembling a little, following his Uwa out.

Kunia also turned to Devan, he was about to shake the head of the man who was drinking mineral water using a spoon in his hand. But it stopped when Devan looked over.

"You can't turn me down anymore." Devan blinked one eye as he put down his glass and moved. Where Kunia increasingly grasped the spoon tightly. After that lay his head weakly on the table. It was as if his shadow was shifting, becoming Devan who was tying a dog leash around his neck.

Kunia squeezed her head, she felt sudden frustration.

"I don't want to get married, especially with him. Hix... I don't want any torture at the most poignant level because the position of her boss turned into a husband. Huaaa... No ... Don't wanna..."

***

In a hotel...

Reni sat staring out of the room, waiting for the husband who was in the bathroom in the middle of cleaning up.

He was still overshadowed by Kunia and Devan this afternoon. This seems to be a trick or a lie, made by Kunia. Buty? There's no way a child conglomerate like Devan would pretend.

Reni lowered her head in frustration, her legs repeatedly stomping on the floor.

"No way... Impossible, Kunia with a Devano? Aaaa." Reni squeezed her head, as the more she thought about it, making her even more annoyed.

So busy thinking about Kuni, he did not even realize that Anwar was finished, and was now sitting while hugging her from behind. Gave a soft kiss on his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Reni asked Anwar, with a cold-looking facial expression.

"Otherwise? It's our first night, of course I want to touch you." Anwar should embrace Reni, but the woman gave a rejection. Instead, he pushed Anwar's body, then moved. Where the action made Anwar surprised. "Hei– what are you doing?"

"I won't want you to touch it before your promise is made!!!" Reni pointed at the husband's forehead.

"God...! I told you, right? The apartment is under renovation. Patience, baby, we'll move on." Anwar was about to approach, but Reni regained her steps.

"Hey– I'm not stupid huh? The renovation of the apartment did not last for months. And again, your car? Whereabouts? Where's your car? Why did we go to this hotel in a taxi?"

The deg...!

Anwar tergugu, because actually the car was pawned to add to the wedding costs are not small.

"WHERE?!" pekik Reni's.

"Sa–sayang's chat... Listen to me yes. My car is down the engine. So it has to go in the workshop."

"Down engines? Don't lie to me, will you?"

"Seriously dear, I'm not lying. Anyway, it's our first night. We'd better have some fun instead of this." Anwar tried to calm the anger of Reni, who had been jarring since noon.

"Happy?" Reni smiled cynically, she walked to the bed and threw her husband with a pillow, until it hit her face. "Have fun with those pillows on the couch!"

"A–what? Baby, you're kidding me, right?"

"I mean. The point is before I get into that apartment you promised me, DON'T EXPECT YOU TO TOUCH ME!!!"

"More?"

"Don't go near–" Reni grabbed a bolster pillow, then beat her husband with it many times.

"Yes... Yep... Okay, okay... Okay..."

"There to the Sofa, it– THERE!!" Reni pushed the body, making Anwar walk lethargic towards the sofa. Afterwards sitting while looking at the wife who had begun to lay her body on a soft bed.

why is it like this? How can I explain that the apartment I didn't buy?

Anwar scratched the rough of his head, he really languished. Then put his body on the sofa. Trying to close his eyes. Although difficult, because the cold air AC makes it a little shivering. He raised his head again, seeing Reni had slept with a body wrapped in a thick blanket.

"Q...!" He turned his head around hugging a pillow.

If it was Kunia, surely He would not have done this to me. –whatever why, he would have missed the goodness of Kunia at this time. Because indeed, the attitude of Kunia and Reni is very inversely proportional. And he never expected, Reni would be this indifferent and rude. Even on their first night.

seriate...