I'm Not a Backup Womb

Cafe

I'm not the Backup Rahim

The Part 170

I grabbed her hand and I kissed her back.

"Sembrono, fortunately now I'm your husband, try if the guest doctor, surely you already..."

"It's impossible to get fired, proof that the guest doctor is now my husband."As I cut the conversation.

He looks smiling.

"Husband. Then Where? Where's the hug for your husband?" He said spread his hand.

"Did you miss your wife so much?"

"You think?"

I smiled and slid into her arms, hugging her tightly "I miss you so much Debby, so much..." His whisper.

"I miss you too..."

"Yes, we're home." He said he let go of his embrace and prepared to bring his big suitcases.

My memory was fixed on the word home, I didn't even think about it at all.

"Hey..." I gently pulled the end of her sweater as she was about to step foot into an online taxi that seemed to have been booked by her before I came.

"Why?" She's looking.

"I haven't even rented it?"

"Hire what? Why is your mind so bad Debby? You want to go on your honeymoon again and straight away..."

I took a deep breath hearing his increasingly slurred speech and misunderstood, "Where do you want to go home? Do we have a home? We go to the orphanage first, right?" I asked to the point, I forgot about where we live, and had not prepared at all.

"Home?" He seemed to think. "Come with me, I've been renting it for a while. Come on in, I'm hungry." He then took the big suitcase to a taxi.

"So fast?" I muttered, I helped my husband put all his stuff in the trunk of the car. Then we got into the taxi after making sure all the goods were safe and no one was left behind.

We sat side by side, the happiness I now felt I could not describe.

"Why are those smiles?" Her question broke my daydream.

Cup, a brief kiss landed on my cheek. "Hey... What you do, don't be ashamed. There's a driver looking at you."

"Are you asking if this is real or a dream? I kiss you to answer your question, if my kiss feels real if it does not mean a dream? Wasn't it?"

"Yes... Yeah, don't talk about it, shame on knowing."

"Debby, what shift are you doing today?"

"Night."

"That means you can stop by for a while to eat? You're..."

"Yes I haven't prepared that for you, because my cooking isn't good for your stomach." Before he finished his sentence.

He chuckles

"Don't be offended, I don't talk about cooking, don't go long. Washing dishes is also very important." His ray grabbed my hand and led him to his confession.

"Yes, what do you want to eat?" Much

"A slice of sandwich is enough."

"Can't you eat rice?"

"Later if my stomach is distended, you will find another" he said.

"Am I like that?"

He smiled, he smiled,

"Yes, next time teach me how to make your favorite sandwich. So that I can make a delicious breakfast for my beloved husband." My love.

Again he just smiled, the gentle smile he kept on giving me made my heart even more unbecoming.

"Alright, sir, step aside at the front cafe" he told the taxi driver.

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Thank you brother for stopping by and read my story, sorry if there is any wrong word😊

Oh yes kak want a promo work entitled Forced to marry a mafia boss is not less exciting too..