I'm Grabbing your Husband Candidate

One Room Forced

...CHAPTER 27...

...Forced One Room...

"For Ma..." Devan kissed the back of his mother's hand in reverence, then sat on the sofa opposite them. Devan lowered his head and hooked his hands together in front of his knees, preparing for his Mama's lecture attack that morning. Indra was sitting next to his wife.

Dini shook her head looking at her only son. "Mama is very disappointed in you Devan, if you intend to stay at your office. You should have asked Silvia to stay at your Mama and Papa's house. Don't even leave your wife alone there! What if something happens to your wife? You should think about that, first of all, it's important to your wife's safety!" nagel Dini while rubbing Silvia's back, with his breath up and down, he again evaporated his emotions that had not been exhausted.

"But right, there's Aunt Sari and Ma who's a_" said Devan.

"Aunt Sari who's Dev?! She is also both female. It's old again! if there is not a single adult and strong man to look after them. Just the same, want one or two girls! The female remains female and will lose in front of the villain, Devan! Moreover, Silvia's legs are still not fully healed. You know, Silvia almost lost her life if no one else let her. Mama really does not think the same of you, instead of protecting Silvia instead of wanting your job which could have been the job you brought home!" cerocos Dini again, interrupting his son's speech.

"Sorry Ma, Devan is wrong... Devan is really sorry." he said getting his head down. It is better for Devan to admit his mistake and quickly apologize. So that all the problems are solved, and her mother no longer nags her.

"I'm sorry your wife isn't your mom!" the dream is again ketus. Devan looked up, then glanced at Silvia who was looking down holding her smile expressionlessly. In Devan's mind, the more days Silvia looks bigger the head alone because her parents continue to defend her.

"I'm sorry, I left you alone at the Villa." he said slightly restrained, almost inaudible.

"Ha, what?!" Silvia raised one eyebrow less listening.

Devan chuckles because he knows Silvia just pretended not to hear it. "I'm sorry to you for leaving you at the Villa for two nights. I won't repeat it again." she explained again with a little pressuring her speech held back her annoyance at Silvia. Silvia smiled and nodded.

"Yes I'm sorry, but I promise I won't go out for another night like yesterday." he said, eyeing Devan.

Devan glared at Silvia, somewhat panicking if the woman who was forced to be his wife was going to talk to her parents. "I'm not kelu_" he wavered.

"Yes I know you have a job in your office" Silvia interrupted again, tilting her lips. Devan breathed his breath still nervous. Then glance at Indra who is also still monitoring him, waiting for honesty from him.

"Yes, now you take Silvia to your room. Mama told the waiter to tidy up the rooms, and for now until now your wife has to stay in this house, and you have to stay here again, Dev!" the Early Commandment to Devan.

Suddenly the two looked up in surprise and looked at each other with faces adorning. During their stay at the villa, they had never lived in a single room. And this time they both had to sleep in the same room.

"Silvia, you rest first... Mama will call if the breakfast is ripe." said Dini again smile.

"Yes Mah..." Silvia nodded with a smile. Then Dini also moved from the chair with Indra. Walk to another room.

After both of his parents sauntered away from the living room, Devan stared intently at Silvia. "Let's go upstairs, you can stand on your own right?" he moved away from the sofa.

Silvia saw Devan's room upstairs. During his time at the Villa he only slept in the lower room. Lazy it feels to climb the stairs let alone his legs that have not healed properly. "Not at the villa, not at your parents' house... You are so happy to sleep on the second floor." he said.

"No need to say much, just follow me up." Devan stepped up the stairs first. While Silvia sighed rough and still flinching in place then her eyes glanced at her suitcase next to her sofa sitting.

Devan, who had stepped up, turned his back, looking at Silvia who was still sitting on the sofa. "Are you still sitting there?!" again asked.

"How am I supposed to get upstairs with this heavy suitcase?!" he pointed at his own suitcase.

"Why didn't you say that!" sulcan Devan, and he was forced to come back down to Silvia. Take his wife's suitcase.

"You're the one who's insensitive!" gerrutu.

Silvia stood up and walked up to the stairs. With great difficulty he walked up who was still wearing crutches carefully, while his hands continued to hold on to the support of the stairs. Devan, impatiently walking behind him, put Silvia's suitcase on the side of the stairs. Then quickly hold him from behind. Silvia who felt her body float was surprised until the crutches in her grip would come off and fall.

"It's just hard!" dumelnya slow.

Silvia stared intently at Devan, her hearing still good even though Devan said very slowly "What did you say just now? Trouble you? Remember, who made me this way?!" the challenge with a voice is no less slow. Worried if their quarrels will be heard by Dini and Indra.

Devan blows rough, then climbs the stairs quickly while carrying Silvia's body without arguing again Silvia's words. Because he was the wrong one and made his legs can not walk well. But that was not in his intentional way either.

After reaching the top, Devan lowered Silvia again and went back down to pick up her suitcase.

"You, didn't tell me about me seeing Cathrine?" he asked after the two were in the room and the door was closed. Devan held Silvia's hand that wanted to open her suitcase on the bed.

Silvia snorted, then brushed off her husband's hand and reopened her suitcase indifferently. "Why should I tell your parents that unimportant thing?! Just let them know for themselves what you're doing!" cuek ideal.

Since Silvia sent her wedding photos to Cathrine, she has always been suspicious of Silvia ever since. Devan's hunch says that Silvia is Cathrine's haters.

Silvia then laughed loudly at Devan's speech that thought he was lying about robbers last night.

"Geez, I don't think you are a liar! Tell your father again overtime in the office, when again nginep in the place of his mistress!" he satirized while smashing his lower lip. Devan gulped his own saliva roughly.

"You can lie to us too!" devan sulut.

"Just ask Aunt Sari if you don't believe me. Is he not enough evidence yet to make an eyewitness?!" Silvia slips her eyes, so upset that Devan can accuse her of fabricating the robbery.

"Then why didn't you call me? And why are you looking for my parents?!"

Silvia laughed cynically, then put both hands on her chest. "I've called you five times all night and you know I'm upset that you didn't pick up the phone. And the last time you picked her up was your mistress. You're satisfied!"

Devan frowned, then he checked his phone but there was no history of calls from Silvia's number. "You want to lie to me again? If you had called me last night, your number would have been on the call log last night!" Devan pointed his phone at Silvia. Showing that there is no call at all.

Then Silvia threw her face while screeched cynically. "Based on the mistress, apparently your mistress is shrewd as well, yes" he hissed.

"Cathrine is not a mistress. She's my lover!" firmly Devan did not accept while putting the phone again in his pants pocket.

"But still 'is his status a mistress if not married and made a wife, then what is the best name for him?!" timpal Silvia again.

"Hahaha are you having Silvia's amnesia? he's like that, because of you! Just try not to expose our marriage to him. Maybe Cathrine and I are married now!" jolt Devan, his chest of fireworks can no longer hold his patience.

After the two are satisfied to fight each other's mouth. Silvia was silenced to look at Devan's face with a pushy look.

"Huh, now you can't answer me anymore, can you Silvia?" cynical again. "You'd better give up and tell me what plan you're putting together to destroy our relationship?" he nodded with an intimidating look.

Silvia who is still still glued, makes Devan more convinced if Silvia does have a certain purpose to make her as her husband.

With a calm mimic Silvia was only able to speak in heart.

Yes, I am planning something... Plans to protect you from the rottenness of someone who once ruined my life. I want you to realize that that woman is not good for you... Devan open the eyes of your heart. Trust me...

I want Silvia to say that. But it seems he is not ready guts, worried if Devan will further corner him, that he just fabricate the story. Silvia did not know until when she would keep this matter hidden from her husband. Silvia lowered her head deeply, her eyes suddenly condensing. The droplets of water finally escaped and wet both cheeks.

"A_i.." stuttered.

Tok tok tok tok

Silvia's speech was interrupted when the sound of knocking on the door was heard from outside. Both of them looked towards the door.

"Excuse me, Mr. Devan. The breakfast is ready." said the waiter in the house.

"Yes, we'll soon catch up." exclaimed Devan.

"Yes Sir..." After the maid left. Devan looked back at Silvia.

"Remember, our conversation is not over. We'll continue again after breakfast."

"After breakfast I want to rest." let Silvia who quickly took a small towel from the suitcase then stood up and went into the bathroom, to hide her tears that had been dripping out profusely.

Seriate...

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