My boss my love

Disya's love statement

After a long sleep in Dev's arms, Disya awakens to feel Dev's body getting hotter.

Disya checks Dev's forehead, then gets up slowly to pick up the compress in the kitchen.

Disya compresses Dev, then looks at her husband's face. Instantly a feeling of happiness rushes out, remembering the event that just happened.

Although it only got a hug but it already made Disya quite happy, her lips continued to smile, very happy.

In her hands her husband held slowly, making Dev squirm.

Spontaneous Disya releases Dev's hand, then throws a glance in any direction.

Inadvertently Disya's view was thrown towards the wall painted white, there are some medium-size photo frames. Instantly Disya's heart throbbed in pain, then her gaze swept around Dev's room.

His chest was like a big rock, as if he was awakening to the happiness he would never have.

Just above Dev's head, hangs a fairly large frame of Dev and Tiara's engagement photos. The photo illustrates how very happy Dev was back then, his smile perfectly glazed over, his hands wrapped around Tiara's slender waist. A very compatible couple.

Very different from her who was just an ordinary woman, and also a temporary wife.

The happiness that had been radiated now turned into a cloudy fog and was ready to spill the rain.

Disya runs away from Dev, then sheds her tears in the kitchen.

Making a porridge accompanied by sobbing, although his heart ached but did not make him ignore Dev who was sick.

After the porridge was ripe, Disya drove it into Dev's room.

Looks Dev still looks good with compresses that are still on his forehead.

After putting his porridge on top of a small cupboard beside Dev's bed, Disya sat down and pondered.

Could that miss word be for Tiara and not for me?

Could it be that warm embrace wasn't for me either?

The mind of Disya is raging, and trying to understand the situation that is now upon it.

Before her tears spilled again, Disya decided to go out and sit on the living room sofa, the goal of which was to be able to keep an eye on Dev even outside the room.

Because if in the room, Disya feels crowded with all the ornaments in the room.

Before long, his tired eyes, now slowly closed, brought him into the dreamland.

In his dream, Disya floated in the air, her eyes trying hard to open but could not.

Disya inhaled the scent of perfume that she had been smelling a lot, it was soothing and made her re-burdened in her dreams.

At eight in the morning, the sun began to rise above his quarrel, the light penetrated through the glass window in Disya's room, and greeted her face.

His body wriggled slowly then pulled the bolster that was beside him.

His roll felt warm, making Disya continue to hug him.

The roar of warm breath hit Disya's face, Disya also felt a heartbeat on her pillow bolster.

Oh my god, is there a bolster that breathes and has a heartbeat?

As forcefully as Disya recovered all of her consciousness, she opened her eyes slowly.

Instantly his eyes were rounded at the sight of the bolster, his hands were closing his lips that were about to escape the screeches.

"Sir Dev?" muttered Disya slowly.

Slowly Disya lowered her upper leg to Dev's two legs.

Looking at Dev's face which is now right in front of his face.

Not felt to the two corners of the lips Disya was pulled upwards, forming a perfect smile.

Looking at Dev's face made Disya unable to control her lips which continued to be on her back.

"Are you satisfied with it?

I'm really handsome!" Dev's voice breaks Disya's daydream.

Instantly got up and was about to get up and run away because it was found to have noticed Dev.

But as quickly as lightning Dev pulled Disya's hand, making Disya fall and almost touch the face of the two if only Disya did not hold it, his hand held on to both of Dev's shoulders.

Both are in their own eyes.

Disya's long hair dangled perfectly on both cheeks, making Dev gulp slowly.

"Ba, do you need anything?" For fear that her cheeks might look blushing, Disya finally threw away her eyes and pretended to ask to distract.

"No, I'm just hungry. Porridge is not enough, can you make breakfast now?"

"Well, I'll make it soon." He got up and headed for the kitchen.

Dev goes into the bathroom to clean himself up.

Because still not too fit, Dev rest all day at home.

After finishing cleaning, Dev wears a white T-shirt and knee-length pants, then Dev goes out of the room and goes to the dining table, waiting for breakfast to be served Disya.

Disya who was busy making breakfast, her hands moving agilely in the kitchen, her hair rolled carelessly made her white neck exposed for real, making Dev continue to look at her.

"The hope is ready sir."

Disya puts a plate of rice and a bowl of chicken soup in front of Dev.

"Sir, are you okay?" Dev immediately regained his senses and threw away his gaze from Disya.

Dev cleared his throat slowly so as not to look nervous in front of Disya.

"Quick take a shower there, keep me up for breakfast?"

"Huh?"

"Meline breakfast!" reload Dev once again.

"I'm still full sir, Mr. Just first," said Disya.

"I don't want breakfast either."

"All right, wait a minute." Because lazy to argue, Disya finally obeyed Dev's request to accompany him to breakfast.

After bathing and changing clothes, Disya went out to the dining table and accompanied Dev to breakfast.

The atmosphere was silent, there was only the sound of the clanking of spoons and forks being heard.

Silently Disya noticed Dev who was serious about his breakfast.

Admire how perfect the creation of God is before him.

"Don't like to steal a glance, you will fall in love" Dev said with a smile.

"If I say I'm in love, what about you?"

Dev stopped the movement of his hand that was about to scoop up the rice.

"So I was just kidding, don't take it too seriously" Dev said.

"But I'm serious sir!"

"You will only be hurt, because your love will not be avenged. Didn't I say that I would love Tiara."

"There's no sir, why only think of people who are gone?"

"Him!" snapped Dev.

"You have no right to say it, you know nothing. Even if the Tiara does not exist, for me the Tiara will remain forever.

So never dream that your love will be avenged.

Not because I married you, doesn't mean I love you." The glint of anger was so clearly visible in Dev's eyes.

Disya left without a word coming out from her lips, her tears spilling out after hearing the snaps from Dev.

After entering the room, Disya locked it and cried and cursed her stupidity that fell in love with someone who could not possibly love her.

While outside Dev squeezed his hair while shouting, regretting his words that must have hurt Disya.

Dev enters his room and slams the door hard.