I Love You, Ma'am Kunti

as sweet as gulali

Somewhere else.

Both eyes began to open, his body still feeling a little weak. He looked to the side. At her sight Devan was looking at her, with his hands supporting his head.

"You were there?" tanya Kuni is weak. His stomach was still a little unpleasant, yet much better.

"Emmm..." Devan patched the blanket that Kunia was wearing. Without turning his eyes at all.

"We're in the hospital, huh?"

"Yes" Devan replied briefly.

"Why did you take me to the hospital?"

"You think the way you fainted wasn't enough to worry me? That's why I brought you here."

The world is silent, he does not believe that Devan can worry about him.

"You worried, about me?"

"yes. I'm worried about you. And that's very troublesome."

"Hiissshhhhhh....!" The world grunts, sebal.

"You should know that your body is heavy, maybe you should diet after this" he protested.

"I'm not that heavy, don't make it up."

"You said naw? Hey– I carried you alone up here. Look at my exhausted hands, while lifting your weight..." Devan showed me his arm.

Makes Kunia smile, then pushes the arm away. He tilted his body with one hand at the bend making a cushion.

"Thank you" he muttered. Devan lowered his body. Until their faces got closer.

"Thank You?" Ask slowly, but gently.

"What do you want? Besides thank you, you have it all. There's no way, still expecting a gift from me who's poor."

Devan fell silent, he touched Kunia's face, rubbing her cheeks gently. The world that felt the touch was pounding.

His face turned red, but his gaze could not be separated from the husband's face.

"If it's a gift I'll still receive it, whatever it is. As long as it's from you."

"From me?" Grace thought for a moment. "Hmmmmm... What do you like? Oh... You like piercing rings like those in your ears, don't you? Can I buy you a new one?"

Devan smiles. He nodded slowly.

"But, it definitely can't be as expensive if you buy it yourself. Because I'll buy it with my own money."

Devan nodded back. His hands moved, clutching her chin gently.

"No problem, I will still accept it. Because the most important thing is that you give it."

They looked at each other, making Kunia even more nervous.

"Mbak Kunti–"

"Blu..." Kuni brushed Devan's hand away, "i don't like that nickname."

Devan chuckles without a sound. "Then what do you want me to call you?"

"Yes anything, don't Kunti anymore." Kunia turned her body back to Devan.

"That's my dear call," Devan answered later. Making the world silent.

"Pa... call dear?" Still turned.

"Iya– call dear. Ma'am Kunti, I like to call you that, because it makes me vibrate."

The world looked back. The man was sitting in his chair.

"Long–"

"You said it was a lie, when the hell did I ever lie to you? It's true, every time I call Mbak Kunti. Right here..." Touching chest. "Always vibrate."

"Devs?" Kunia turned her body again to face Devano. "You know what that means, don't you?"

Devan shakes.

"No?"

"Yes, no. But I just thought, like to call it."

"That means we are the same, I also have a nickname that I often assign to you. But it makes me shake."

"Now what is it?" Devan leaned his body propping up his chin.

"The crazy one?" Ask in a slightly elevated tone. Kunia nodded innocently.

"And I always tremble when I call you that."

"Sinting... The nutcase..." Devan sighed, he glazed over his waist. "So you've been dubbing me, you nutcase?"

"Yes, your behavior is driving me crazy. Especially the ones that try? besides Si Sinting."

Devan's head bobbles. He pulled his hair back, angry. Then look towards Kunia again.

The woman was laughing, she was holding Devan's hand. "Not anymore for now."

It was horrified that his gaze was, it seemed like he was angry. (World)

Devan.

"Hey– sorry I was just kidding." Kunia again grabbed Devan's hand, but on the edge again. "Dev–"

"You said I was crazy, right? So why hold my hand."

"I told you, I was just kidding. Sorry..."

"Q...!"

"Devan..."

"Don't say my name, just call it crazy, like you like it."

"No longer will Dev– give me another nickname."

"No need...!!"

"Dev–"

"I said don't say my name!!"

"Okay, dear– sorry."

Devan was silent, he turned for a moment towards Kunia who was smiling sweetly and then held the hand again.

"Sorry– I'm really just kidding."

"What did you say, honey?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Ckckl... In your heart you must still call me crazy, right?"

"No, honestly what makes me shake is not that. But that affectionate nickname, that's why I don't call anymore."

"Why is that?"

"Well, I get nervous every time I call you that." Smirks.

"K..."

"Hei– darling. I'll call you that from now on" Kuni still clasped that hand. Devan breathed.

"Promise, will you call me that? Not the crazy one?"

Kunia nodded. "Yes promise, baby... Dear... Baby... I called it a few times, didn't I?"

"Again."

"What?"

"Call me that name again. More than that."

"Hemmmm. yes dear..."

"Again..."

"Sa. emmmmpp." A first kiss landed smoothly on her lips. Devan didn't move, he just stood still and let go. "You.. mmmppp."

The world that was about to protest made her receive another kiss, so it continued for the third time. The latter is longer, even Devan now changes slightly the position of Kunia to be stretched facing him.

Whatisthis? He kissed me softly?

Reflexes, the eyes of Kunia closed. Slowly, he returned the kiss. Make Devan stop for a moment, look like he likes it. Continued then.

Silence is created, accompanying the new couple enjoying the union of their love. Even if only from a gentle kiss on the lips.

I can't remember if they were still in the hospital. Or maybe actually remember but do not care anymore, if suddenly there is a nurse or doctor who entered.

I love you, Ma'am Kunti. I love you, my wife. –devan muttered in her heart.