Mr. Psycho's Love Obsession

51. Nasi goreng kampung

The god held Diandra's hand to make the woman stop her limping steps. Diandra who had just climbed the first step of the ladder was forced to stop because his hand was blocked by God.

According to Diandra he had tried to walk as fast as possible so that the Gods could not pursue him. But it turns out he forgot that his legs were not able to compromise.

"Dee, don't get me wrong. Listen to me first!!" The god looked very frightened with the silence of the Diandra.

Diandra remained silent without wanting to see the God of money standing next to her by constantly clasping her wrists.

"Dee, I didn't know that Manda suddenly hugged me like that" The gods were afraid that the warmth they had just felt had to fade back due to a misunderstanding..

"Dee, why are you quiet??" The god felt frustrated that Diandra would not even turn her face away.

"No papa Mas, I believe in you" Diandra's lips did say that, but she realized that her heart was not in line. There was a sense of dislike when he saw Manda hugging a god like that.

Though Diandra also knew if it must be just a charade that Manda did to attract the attention of God.But the dislike continues to provoke the heart of Diandra.

"If you believe me, why did you just leave from there??" Diandra grabbed Diandra's chin. Forcing the beautiful woman to look at him.

"Okay, I don't know Mas either, or maybe I don't want to bother you" God frowned. How can someone not understand how they feel.

"You jealous??" God deliberately looked Diandra in the eyes to read the feelings of the woman in front of him.

"Huh?? Wherever possible, you know for yourself the real situation" Diandra rubbed her long hair several times because suddenly a sense of nervousness attacked him.

"Yes I know, where maybe Diandra is jealous of other women just because of me" God chimed Diandra with a cry.

Diandra was still trying to shake off her nervousness.

"But why did you come down?? You need anything?? I told you, breakfast in the room"

"It was just to see you really long take breakfast doang. Links,.." Diandra whispered in God's ear "Again the angel in the hug of an old friend"

The god immediately patted his eel.

"Oh my God, I told you that he suddenly hugged me" God explained with anxiety because of Diandra who seemed to not believe what God said.

"Let's just sit down, I'll take the breakfast. I don't want to talk about this anymore. That's definitely not my wish"

The god guided Diandra to the sofa that was near the stairs.

But a moment later Manda had come with her pancakes. It turned out that Manda had been listening to everything that God and Diandra were talking about.

"August, Diandra?? Have breakfast, right?? I've made pancakes for all of us. So try and give your judgment. Because God used to love my pancakes so much"

Manda asked and ruled in one sentence without giving Diandra a chance to answer.

The god closed his eyes as he tried to restrain himself from growling at Manda, which again triggered a misunderstanding.

"Pancakes??" Diandra started his role pretty well. With her plain face and her furrowed brows.

"Yes, try it" Manda put her tray on the table right in front of Diandra.

"When at this time I want to eat something made directly by the Lord" Diandra looked at the God with sadness.

"We see Manda, did you attract the sympathy of the Lord??" Diandra smiled cynically with a very thin glance at Manda who started to give her sharp gaze to Diandra.

"What do you want to eat, Dee?? Why do you want me to make it for you?? Does this want our son??" God rubbed the stomach of Diandra.

"It seems so, even I was already very hungry just by imagining the food made by your own hands" Diandra rubbed the hand of the God in her stomach.

The initial intention was Diandra deliberately gave a lesson to Manda by rejecting his homemade food. But suddenly Diandra's tongue was noticeably salivating a lot when imagining a God marketing food for him. From the shadow alone Diandra can already feel that the results will definitely be delicious and appetizing.

"All right, I'll make it special for you. But tell me first what do you want to eat??"

Diandra seemed to think, weighing what would fill her stomach in this morning.

"But Diandra, I made it for you. At least try it first. It's a pity that no one ate it" Manda was already very upset with Diandra. He knew that Diandra must have done it on purpose.

"Tara!!"

Diandra called out to Tara who came down the stairs with her hair still wet.

Tara who lately did not interfere in the affairs of the Diandra just approached without knowing what they were talking about before.

"What??"

"Want pancakes?? Manda has made it for you too" Diandra lifted the plate in front of her for Tara.

Previously Tara saw the three people in front of her who were staring at her with those different gazes. But the unconcerned Tara immediately received a plate containing pancakes with melted honey on it.

"It just so happens, my stomach is very hungry" Tara immediately sat down sweetly enjoying the pancakes made by Manda.

"It's all done now, right, Manda?? So it's okay if me and God eat another breakfast??" Diandra pulled out his sinless face.

"Sure" Manda's lips did smile but the look in her eyes couldn't lie. He has anger in it.

"Well then make me fried rice for the village, huh??" Again Diandra asked him very spoiled.

"Huh??" God was surprised because he had never seen how the shape of the village fried rice that Diandra asked for.

"Aren't you going??" Diandra was already glazed over even when God had not yet issued a sentence of rejection.

Somehow the story, Diandra whose intention is only to spoil Manda instead she now wants God to really make her breakfast.

"You, will. I want to, don't cry?? Whatever you want, I want to" God was so scared to see Diandra's wet eyes.

The face that had just been sad was now instantly turned bright as the sun that had just risen illuminated the earth.

Among the four people who were there. Only one person had a look of contempt. He was lazy to see the obvious intimacy made by Diandra.

While Tara seemed to not care about still enjoying the pancakes.

"Sorry Mas, it's not like I'm playing you with my exaggerated attitude. But I don't like Manda who keeps trying to get your attention"

Seriate..