Karma Love

Crazy Widow

The conversation was over, after Rana said that her son would hold a 6-year anniversary event and as a gift he wanted the Emperor as his uncle to come. He wants his birthday with the theme Super Herro.

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The emperor observed Shila who had just come out of the bathroom, but was already complete with her clothes and hijab. He was looking in the mirror to re-justify his appearance.

''Silva!'' Call Kiarar.

'Why does the atmosphere turn uncomfortable, I feel the way to summon the Emperor implies a meaning.'

The emperor was also neat with his work clothes, only a tie was left.

''What's up?'' Syila looked at her husband.

''Couple my das!'' Declared.

''Usually?'' Syila asked again, like a tone of protest but she kept walking towards her husband.

The Emperor stood slightly lowered so that Syila could reach the collar of his shirt. In silence Syila made a tie knot.

''Why is your gaze on Rana different from your gaze on me? You likey?'' The Emperor suddenly asked.

'What the heck, what a look he was trying, his sister just looks cooler.' Syila gave a smile when she remembered her sister-in-law's face. No, Syila didn't like it in the sense of falling in love. But just amazed. Like fans of his idol.

Unanswered, the Emperor raised Syila's chin with his index finger. The gazes they met, there was a jealous radiance from the Emperor that was not read by Shila.

''My answer!'' Firmly Emperor, making Syila astonished.

''What is the look, Kai? I guess it's the same.'' Answer Syila.

''Your eyes sparkle when you talk to him, with a sweet smile without making up.'' Obviously Emperor.

Syila was done with the task from her husband, Then, if with you how?''

''Like a gaze to his enemy, cold and sharp. As at this time.'' The Emperor took off the neat tie again, carrying Syila's hand to re-attach it.

'He is really crazy!'

''You are cursing me?'' I saw a face that was getting upset.

''Kai, it's still morning, you've just asked me to argue.'' Syila put the tie on the Emperor's neck.

''And you've been trying to kill your own husband this early?'' Said the Emperor who felt his neck choked.

''Yes, even if it's innocent I want to skin you, squeeze you, make you rat food.'' Vaguely Syila spoke, by fixing the tie that was too suffocating her husband earlier.

''What are you talking about? Say it out loud!''

Syila widened her smile, tidied up her tie, shirt and suit, patting both of her husband's shoulders, ''Already, handsome!'' Syila was spontaneous.

''Say it again!'' Syila waver, what her mouth was talking about, must be her husband is now a big head.

'Chih.. His face had turned into a marmot again, only to be said to be handsome. But he is handsome. O heart, do not mess around, I am your master, obey!' Syila monologues herself in her mind.

Syila was about to leave, not wanting to reply to her husband's question earlier. But the Emperor's hand landed on Syila's waist. Bring her closer to her husband's strapping body.

''Kai! I have to leave, the shops and cafes must be very busy today, I have an order to make a wedding cake.'' Remembering the first day of opening and production.

''You have employees, why bother?'' The Emperor was still at home with his position embracing Syila.

'I'm not even willing to see you out of the room, I don't know, today you look even sweeter.' Emperors.

''Aren't you also a lot of work, if not misread, Lewis sent a message to your meeting schedule, this morning.'' Syila accidentally opened Lewis's message on a special mobile phone he held earlier, the phone was not given security.

''cc.. Why should you remind me, I don't want to remember my work today.'' The work that's piling up, might make it home tonight.

''All right, I'll let you go, give me a kiss first. My work today is very much, and the possibility that I will come home late, I need encouragement.'' The Emperor had already leaned in, waiting for the movement from Syila which felt very slow.

'Very clever! But if not obeyed, it could be longer this room drama.' Syila.

Syila advances her face, cup, right cheek. Kiasar pointed at his left cheek, cup, kiss landed again. Then point to his forehead, eyes, nose, chin and lips.

''That's a lot!'' Syila Protest.

''Because of the protests, do it twice more. If we protest again, two more times, if we don't want to, we will stay in this position for two hours.'' Casually, the Emperor closed his eyes with a fluffy smile.

''Crazy young!"

After saying that, Shila did what the Emperor asked, his hand was on the Emperor's shoulder, the last kiss on the lips, the Emperor taking the lead, you know what it means.

It means not just a short kiss, a kiss that makes the oxygen stock thin.

''Sweet.'' The Emperor chuckled as he wiped his own lips, took off Syila and passed from his room.

Syila was pecking on the spot, regulating her breathless breathing.

''Crazy young!!'' Syila said a little loudly with breath up and down.

''I hear you, baby!'' The Emperor replied to Shila's curse.

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Breakfast was over, just the two of them. Syila was among the Emperors heading to her workplace.

Syila went straight to her room, kept her things there, and went to the kitchen.

''For all.'' Sapa Syila's. Syila saw that the employees were already very busy with their respective jobs. Fanya is now also working with Syila, who is in control if Syila is not around.

''For Kak.'' That was the call of his employees to Syila.

''Wedding cake for when?''

''Tomorrow, 09:00 will be picked up by the order.'' Obviously Fanya.

''The cake just decorate, the business, I leave it to you. Oh yes, this, the buyer wants his name engraved on his cake.'' Fanya continued again by handing a folded piece of paper to Syila.

Syila was ready with her combat tools, in a special room, because she needed concentration.

Decorate the finished cake, just carve the name.

Dika Vishaka and Laura Yunanda's Happy Wedding.

Piping bag dropped, Syila was surprised.

'When order a cake here?'

Syila dispels the pain that comes back. It can't be this continuously. Syila is a wife at the moment. Might be the last drug.

Order finished. Syila continued the work of other workers, joined the service, intervened to make orders. The cafe is still crowded with immigrants, because this week, he still holds discounts as well as certain food bonuses.

At home, Syila closed her shop at eight in the evening. The cafe closed ten nights.

Syila went home to her cake shop. And Fanya fits the cafe.

There was a message from the Emperor he came home late, and could not pick up. Syila finally came home with her vespanya yesterday abandoned in the parking lot of his cafe.

Syila went looking for a gift. After going around, the gift he chose was a luxury watch couple.

Syila stared at the watch. Looks beautiful and harmonious. Then Syila went home, cleaned up and rested.