I Love You, Ma'am Kunti

sulking

Nothing was found, nothing. I don't know where else he's looking for traces of Omah's whereabouts.

It was as if everything had been completely wiped out by Erik and his secretary.

Devan brought his own car. Down the road, to the area where her in-laws lived.

His heart was impatient to meet Kunia. I get tired of thinking about all this. He decided to stay at his in-laws' house. It could be by staying over, he was able to let out all his fatigue. Because the home of the world is truly heaven. That's how he thought.

Devan's car has stopped in front of Mr. Gaius' house. As usual the warm welcome from the mother-in-law made her mood slightly liquid.

"My son is home?" Immediately he put down the water padlock, washed his hands. After that, he welcomed the daughter-in-law.

"Good day, Mom?" His greeting, which without being told, has already reached the hand of the mother-in-law. Kiss it with reverence.

Duh.. in the beginning I did not believe this child is a rich man. His attitude really did not show his arrogance.

Ms. Sukaesih smiled happily.

"You're home soon, son?"

"Yes..." Smiling faintly, he looked to the left and right. "Which world?"

"Your wife is out, I don't know... He said he was going to visit a friend of High School. But it hasn't come back yet."

"out? What time is it?"

"It was only a few minutes after He arrived" replied Bu Sukaesih. Who thinks Devan knows.

Basic Kunti...! He came out not permission from me? Really do...

"Duh, it's late afternoon... I have to prepare to go Arisan. Oh, you want me to make you some coffee?"

"No need, Mom. Just later... Kunia Waiting. I'll be ready to go."

"Yes already then," smiled, then entered first. Devan is now getting his phone out. Trying to contact his wife. He lowered the phone that was stuck to his ear when he did not get an answer. Press the call button again. "Qc...! He really won't answer. Just look at it later."

***

A taxi stopped in front of the turnstile, just behind Devan's sports car.

Aiii... He arrived, first. How'this?

Kunia panicked a little, while rubbing her arm that still hurt.

"It's over, mbak." The taxi driver looked back.

"I– yes sir," took out the money and handed it to the taxi driver.

In front of the fence...

The world saw the house was deserted, but Devan's car ahead.

Is mom not home?

Hesitating, he began to unlock the fence and entered.

The steps were very slow, reaching the door.

Not that I'm afraid he's angry. Because Devan doesn't seem to be the type of guy who likes to get angry. But that sometimes frustrates me.

Already understand him with Devan's attitude if you are sulking. Half-dead he had to persuade her not to put on a sour face.

The world has entered, walking slowly from the living room to the living room.

Then sniff the delicious aroma from the kitchen.

Mom's cooking, huh?

He walked first to the kitchen, not yet want to climb the stairs to approach the husband who was thought to be in his room. I hope my sweet husband is sleeping. That's how he thought.

And in that kitchen, apparently not the slim body of the mother he saw. Except Devan.

apparently my husband is cooking. Gee whiz... Is there no food at home?

Devan, who sensed someone was standing by the door, turned his head for a moment and refocused on the process.

"Happy right, you? Can you leave today?" Cold, those words came out of Devan's mouth. His left hand stretched out, fretting at the plate nearby.

"I'm sorry... I've left without permission." Kimia was standing by the dining table.

Devan is now finished, making Japanese-style omelette rice. Then put that plate of food on the table.

While putting the ketchup on, he raised the black bead cynically towards Kuni, then threw away his face as the wife smiled sweetly at her.

Kuni approaching, "hemmmm... Why are you cooking? Is there no food in the house?"

Devan didn't answer, he just kept quiet. Washed the cooking tool earlier.

I have to be patient to seduce her. He was like that. A little bit too hard when persuaded.

Kunia hugged him from behind, making Devan turn her head.

"What are you doing? Get off your hands it– don't touch me."

"don't want... You are my husband. So I'm free to do anything." Kunia rested her head. Hugged it tighter. A cold grin on Devan's lips.

"What did you say, your husband? Do you still consider me a husband? After leaving without permission?" Moving her body roughly, for Kunia to let go of her embrace.

Kuni did not care, she even now kissed that wide back. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry your wife is."

"I won't forgive, so let me go now. And just go again, just–" Devan washed his hands clean, after that dry them with a clean cloth.

"I'm really sorry, I won't be again. I promise..."

"No need to promise, 'cause I know you're gonna break it." Devan held onto both of Kuni's wrists, which were still tightly coiled around her waist. Trying to let go of that hand. But the stronger the world embraced her. "I said get off! Get away sana–"

"don't want... It won't!!! I'll keep going like this." Cluck.

"It's up to you to be–" Devan brought his body, to the dining table despite some difficulties. For the wife who hugged him tightly.

It was also what made him unable to sit, and chose to remain standing.

Kuni tilted her head, slightly looking up. Staring at Devan's cold face it began to take a spoon.

"Seems delicious? You only cook one portion, for me where?"

Devan did not answer, other than cutting a soft omelette egg and still looks melted on the inside.

"Tempting, the portions are also many. I can ask, right?"

Devan turned his head coldly, then stuffed the mouth into his own mouth. Still don't make his voice.

"I want– to eat, aaaa...." Opened mouth.

But Devan still did not answer, other than chewing his food.

"Bwcchh... L'm... I wanna. Your cooking is good for you."

Back, Devan did not answer. He left Kunia's mouth open, asking for a mouthful while closing her eyes.

Devan smiled faintly, he put the mouth back into his own mouth.

"iii... I wanna. You're a fucking stingy."

Swallowed the food that he had chewed. "I cook for you, not for you."

"She, I want to, too..."

Devan raised another mouthful, then put it in his own mouth.

"You are outrageous, yes...!"

"You're too outrageous, go not to say."

"I'm sorry, right."

Not listening. He grabbed another spoon of fried rice with the omelette again. But this time Kunia let go of his embrace, then grabbed Devan's burly hand. Put that one mouth in his mouth.

"Hei–"

"Eeemmmmm... Anyaaaakk." Talking with full mouth.

I swear, I love it, Devano's cooking is really good. It's not wrong if he says he lived with Ms. Asmia...

Devan shook his head, then moved the plate away when Kunia was about to take it again.

"I still want to eat." Kunia did not want to lose, she tried to reach the plate Devan which was even more distant.

After which it grabbed onto Kuni's body, shouldering her on the shoulder. Suddenly Kunia dropped the spoon she was holding because of surprise. Then scream.

"Devaaaaan!!! What are you doing?" Hit the husband's shoulder.

Devan doesn't care about Kunia's scream. He just took her out, climbed the stairs and went into the room of the wife, who was already his room as well.