Jum Wo Ai Ni

Chapter 42

Max opens the door for the empress when they get home, Arumi smiles. His outstretched hand received the hand of Max who was waiting for him.

"So, I'm in the room first, tired of taking a break."

"Not eat yet, dear? You are sick." Max gently rubbed the hair of Arumi who was leaning on his arm while walking.

"No, Arumi is tired" he said listlessly.

Arumi's energy in the drain runs out during sports lessons at the school earlier, let alone her monthly guests. This made Arumi tired even faster.

"Yes, but I will eat. I don't want you to get sick." Arumi nodded obediently.

The two walk side by side, Max delivers Arumi to the front of the room. He smiled, peeping Arum before his lover entered the room.

As dusk began to greet, the sky began to change its color. Max invites Arumi to the Mall to just walk like a young couple in general.

"What do you want to eat next night?" Ask Arumi while choosing some food ingredients.

"Why? You want to cook for me?" Max asked with a furrowed eyebrow.

"Emh ... If you want to, Arumi just learned to cook. So do not promise that the cuisine will be delicious," he said while grinning horses.

"You dong, cook in masakin the future wife does not want."

"But you can't protest if it's not good."

"No, the most pain in his stomach, too" seduced Max.

"Sir ish, yes Arumi is not cooking."

The girl in red clothes clucked in annoyance, she put down the broccoli she had just taken. Max laughs at Arumi's pouting face that looks so cute and adorable.

"Sorry, I'm kidding, honey. Don't be mad." Max ruffles Arumi's hair with anxiety, Arumi also smiles contracting Max's happy laughter.

"We're like a new couple married, sister" said Arumi, who was nodding at Max.

"I hope honey, I'd love to hold you in public, and tell the world you're mine" Max said, holding his hand on a shopping trolley, looking at Arumi's timid face in love.

"i'll tell Papi after they get home from the honeymoon, and you need to be prepared for that."

"Watch up for what?" Arumi asked with almost fused eyebrows.

"Prepare to be the queen of my life."

Max straightened his body, slightly bent with outstretched hands to pick up the broccoli that Arumi had taken. Arumi nodded with a reddened face, her heart beating fast. It felt like something was melting in the girl's heart, with Arumi's small steps walking first.

Arumi bought some groceries to cook. Max asked her to buy women's clothes and accessories, but her lover refused. Arumi felt that the items Max gave were still many and good, even some Arumi had not had time to use.

Max keeps forcing Arumi to agree and buy some couple clothes for them, Max does not mind even though Arumi buys pink t-shirts for them. The most important thing for Max is Arumi's smile, the woman should not be sad.

"Wouldn't you like some ice cream?" Asked Arumi with eyes sparkling expectantly.

"By dong, what the hell is not for you. You just sit here, let me buy it, OK."

"OK."

Max went to one of the food courts that sold ice cream, while Arumi sat on the bench available there. Arumi's wry eyes stared fixedly at the idol, even in a dream Arumi did not dare to imagine his life would be this happy. Meet someone who loves him very much.

Before long Max came up with one ice cream with three flavors, vanilla, chocolate and macha three Arumi's favorite flavor combinations.

"Cock just one?" Arumi asked while receiving one cup of ice cream that Max gave her.

"Let in your bribe." Max pokes the tip of Arumi's nose with his index finger.

Arumi flinched, she slightly shifted her sitting position to face Max.

"You used to be the one who wanted to."

Arumi shook her head." Old brother, Kan Arumi's favorite brother."

Max opened his mouth, letting a spoonful of vanilla-flavored ice cream in. A happy hue clearly emanated from the slender man's face, this was the first time Arumi called Max dear or at least it was like that.

"Try if we're married, I'll eat you now."

"Ih ... Scared," Arumi said as she pulled herself slightly away, with a mocking look on her face.

"Observe you!"

Max's fingers move around Arumi's waist. Making the beautiful woman squirm in amusement, her laughter echoed attracting the attention of those around them, including a middle-aged woman wearing a janitorial uniform. Your hands clenched firmly clutching the hilt of the mop he was holding.

"Laughter, I'll make her cry soon. Basic child does not know in profit!" His murmur was full of emphasis.

He really doesn't like to see Arumi live decent, well dressed, and not lack for anything. Very different from him, who had to work hard, taking two shifts in order to eat better.

"Hey diem! Work!" Tegur a fat woman who is his senior.

The woman who was watching Arumi grew shocked.

"Yes, Mother."

"True work, don't daydream!" Hardik was stepping away from Nurma.

"Yes Ma'am," Nurma replied timidly.

Since the last few months of Nurma's life has dropped dramatically, the money from the proceeds of selling her former in-laws' house just like that. Now Nurma has to work as an OB at the Mall, while Wito is still the same, the man is lazy if he has to spend energy to work.

"Look at you Arumi, don't think I can live well without paying a debt of gratitude" Nurma muttered.

He did not give up his eyes, on the lovers who looked so happy.

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In a fairly luxurious apartment, Michi is trying to cook something in Brian's apartment kitchen. The handsome, narrow-eyed lecturer forced Michi to cook dinner.

"Didn't you just smell it?" Michi asked while scratching her non-itchy head.

The blue-haired girl tried to remember everything she had put in the beef rib soup she was cooking. The recipe even specifically he asked from the Mami to please Brian. In the hope that the lecturer was willing to forgive and release him from this law.

"Hem, it seems like everything. Now just wait to boil, and be ready." Michi ruffled her waist with a wide smile she stared at the pan that started to puff smoke.

Brian stood in the doorway, leaning his body with his arms folded over his chest. Brian's narrow eyes looked straight at Michi who was cooking, very beautiful.

"Are you done? I'm so hungry. Or did you deliberately starve me to death?!"

Michi rolled her eyes panted, she turned her head with her typical jutek face.

"Listen to you, Mr. Brian, do you think that cooking is like Bim salabim, which crings and ripens, process workers!" Michi replied with a frenzy while pointing a vegetable centong at Brian.

"You said that first" said Brian casually.

With a limp step Brin twisted his body, walking the middle chamber, leaving Michi the sculpting.

"When?" Michi muttered that felt strange with Brian's words.