Love Wrong Target

Chapter 38 Clapping one hand

"do you want Rafka?" Namira was misbehaved like that by her husband. He tried to distract her so that the man would not stare at her continuously.

"can. "reply Rafka happy because he felt the attention of his wife. After all, he also felt thirsty because he ran into the house and also drove at high speed earlier.

"i'll make it first" Namira said, then walked into the kitchen to make a fresh drink for her husband.

Rafka was happy not to hear Namira's words, because for several months they were married, only this time his wife offered to make something for him, even though it was just a drink.

Rafka's own smile is so happy. He did not understand why his behavior could be so strange just because he was in love. She wondered, can love make people go half crazy?!.

However, he must not be too late in his feelings if he does not want to suffer. Because the woman he loves does not feel the same way about him. Even worse, the woman loved another man from her past.

I don't know, Rafka feels his love story is really complicated, so he doesn't know how to deal with everything.

Do I have to express my feelings to Namira? or let it all just flow like before without doing anything.

Letting this love be unrequited love and clapping one hand. Is that all I can do?

Rafka pensively thought about her feelings. A feeling he had not noticed for long. He did not expect, if he would eventually fall in love with a woman who was originally ordinary in his eyes.

Namira opens the fridge, checking what fruit is in there, which she can make juice for her husband. He saw there were apples, avocados and oranges in it. He was a little confused to choose, what fruit Rafka likes.

She should have asked someone, but Alena was not at home, and the two housekeepers were also going shopping for kitchen supplies that ran out in the supermarket.

Finally, he decided to make orange juice. He thought everyone would love it, and the orange seemed more tempting than any other fruit.

Namira began preparing ingredients to make juice, ranging from Sunkist oranges, carrots, honey, sweetened condensed milk and a little sugar. then he peeled and cut the carrots and also the Sunkist orange he took from the refrigerator.

After that he starts putting all the ingredients into the blender, then starts pressing the on button. And it does not take long, the fresh juice is ready to serve.

"this is Raf!" Namira came with a glass of orange juice that looked very refreshing. Although Rafka actually does not like citrus fruits. He prefers fruits that do not have a sour taste, such as melon or avocado.

"thank you Namira" he said, then took the glass containing orange juice from his wife's hand.

"sama" Namira replied while sitting not far from Rafka.

Rafka looked at the orange juice, without daring to drink it. It looked fresh, but Rafka did not like it. He was afraid that his teeth would be sore if he drank the juice from a fruit that is famous for its acidity.

"emmm.. love it. Who says I don't like it?!" sahut Rafka then ventured to gulp his wife's orange juice.

He began to taste the taste of the drink slowly on the tip of his tongue, then swallowed it. Unlike Rafka, it turns out that orange juice that usually tastes sour even tastes sweet on his tongue. No sour taste at all.

Rafka to be confused, actually in the drink is orange juice or not. if true orange juice, but why does not taste sour. that's what he thought.

"why Raf? is the juice not good? ah. yes, I forgot to taste it. Then let me make a new one!" Namira said that because she saw Rafka's slightly strange facial expression after drinking the orange juice she had just made.

"the juice is really good. What did you mix into it? how good can it be!?" asked Rafka while sipping the juice he held again and again.

Namira who will rise from his chair disengages the intention of hearing Rafka's words. He smiled broadly at the man's words. She felt astonished, how could the juice that tastes ordinary is said to be delicious by her husband.

"there's no special mixture, just Sunkist oranges, honey, and a little sweetened condensed milk, that's all!" obviously Namira while remembering what material he put in the blender earlier.

"oh yeah?! but it's really good!" praise Rafka again then gulp the remaining juice half of it until it runs out.

Namira nodded her head at Rafka's behavior. She felt that her husband's attitude was a little strange lately. Don't know why.

"that good time anyway? not what it feels like?" Namira was hesitant about what Rafka said.

"really delicious, can't believe it?!" Rafka placed the empty glass he held on the table with a face of the sumringah. Looks like the orange juice he drank managed to become a mood booster for him.

Namira held back laughter seeing Rafka whose mouth was blown away like a child because of the juice she drank earlier. Rafka drank in a hurry to make the usual foam in the juice stick above his lips.

Rafka so dead style seeing Namira who like to see it with a funny look. He felt that there must be something wrong with him that made the woman seem to hold back a laugh when she saw his face.

Rafka starts fumbling around her face looking for something that makes Namira act like that.

Suddenly Namira's hand touched Rafka's lips, cleaning the remaining juice that was stuck there using a sheet of tissue that was already on the table.

Rafka's heart seemed to stop beating feeling the soft hand touch his lips. Despite using tissue, Namira's fingertips can still touch the sensitive part.

Electric shock like radiating throughout Rafka's body instantly. He was faint, helplessly limp as their eyes met.

Rafka secretly enjoys her moment of closeness with Namira, and hopes that time stops turning for a while so that she can enjoy the togetherness a little longer.