My Friend, My Idol Husband (Julia & Edward)

First Kiss

"Julia, man,"

Mr. Edward's hoarse voice sounded. Apparently he was conscious. I helped him sit down.

I poured her a glass of water.

"Aargh," he groaned in pain opening his mouth.

"Slow down," I said.

I have not dared to ask the cause of why he could be like that. I'll wait for him to tell me.

"Are you better?" answered by him.

"You haven't eaten since lunch. I'll order some food,"

"No, let's just go home" he refused.

"alright. I'm helping you stand up" I'm helping him stand up and thank God Mr. Edward is standing strong.

I walked with him not forgetting I had my bag on the table. The atmosphere of the office was quiet because it was late in the afternoon. The hour hand showed six o'clock in the afternoon.

Mr. Edward was unconscious for a long time. Seeing him droop weakly made me feel sorry for his condition.

We arrived at the parking lot. This time I force the driver and will take him home. However, while on the way he refused to return home.

"I don't want to go home. Just take me to Apartment City, "he asked.

"okay!"

I turned the car towards Apartment City. I-i understand. Maybe because of a dispute with his father he did not want to go home to calm down.

Arriving at the apartment.

"I'm straight home, yeah" I said.

"You're not going to take me inside? I'm still limp to walk far," he whined.

"So you can walk from the room to the office parking lot" I replied.

He held my hand like a child that his mother did not want to leave. Well, okay, I'm just giving up. He still looks very pale after all.

"Good, Sir. I'll take you inside,"

"Master again," he said as he soaked two inches. Haa funny.

"Let go of my hand! We can't get out of the car if we keep doing this" he spontaneously let go of his grip and I got out of the car and followed him.

After entering the elevator he pressed a button that read the number twenty. The elevator soon took us to the floor.

Honestly, there was a fear of driving him inside. We are not officially married at the moment. What if something unwanted happens?

My heart was pounding when the door to his apartment opened. My hands were cold and I started sweating.

After entering I chose to sit on the sofa facing a large television in the middle of the room.

"Darling, what do you want to drink?"

"White water only,"

He walked to the side room that looked like a kitchen and a place to eat and then heard the sound of water being poured. He returned to where I sat.

"Thank you" I grabbed the glass he was carrying.

I remember that Mr. Edward had not had lunch.

"Do you have any groceries in the fridge?"

"There's some,"

"Then I will prepare food for you. In the meantime you take a shower because you already smell sweat,"

He drew closer to me. The chest of his field continued forward until it touched my already dull face.

"Didn't you like the smell of my body? You're sleeping well, aren't you?" he said teasing me while continuing to advance his chest towards me.

"Chiihhh. Take a shower!" I pushed him away.

"Haha. Okay, Honey!" he kissed my forehead and went to his room.

I opened the fridge and found that there were some food items I could cook. It looks like he is often in the apartment seen from the food that is quite a lot.

I took out the food I was going to cook from the refrigerator and one by one I washed and cooked it.

Although at home I was always cooked by Mbok Siti but from childhood I always saw Mbok Siti cook. I learned to cook with Mbok Siti. He taught me all kinds of food. Sometimes I help him prepare food for Dad.

Since the passing of my mother I was taken care of by Mbok Siti. To me, she is a mother. Although I am not his son, he loves me like his own son. He taught me a lot of things.

Thirty minutes in the kitchen were just two menus I cooked. Chicken soup and fried sausage, the rice just waiting to mature. I prepared two dishes on the dining table complete with a spoon and fork.

"It looks good, the smell makes me impatient to eat it," Mr. Edward came dressed and looked fresher than ever. "I'm very lucky to have a future wife like you" he continued.

"Do you live here more often? I saw a lot of food in the fridge. Looks like you like cooking, too," he put his hand on my waist I was in a revolt but he locked me in. "I just cooked and haven't had a shower. I must smell the kitchen. I'm not comfortable in the hug,"

"You still smell good to me" aish dreadful once she.

"Let go! The rice is ripe. Come eat! Later worms in your stomach demo because of the love of food,"

"Well, Princess," he let go of her hug and helped me move the rice into the rice bowl for dinner.

We sat at the dining table. Mr. Edward never escaped from his smile a very clear happy aura emanated on his face. I am grateful to see him smile. Than to see it drooping weakly like it was this afternoon.

"How's it?" ask me after he feeds his first feed.

"Emmmmm-fr.... Justjust wonderful.... It's the best meal I've eaten in my entire life" he exclaimed, then greedily ate his dinner.

It's nine o'clock at night. I don't think the time we spent today was so fast. But I'm so glad I was with him today.

While enjoying the view of the city from the twenty floor. I sat on the chair on the balcony of his apartment. Looking at the flickering lights that spoil the eyes.

Mr. Edward came with two cups of warm tea and put them on the table beside the chair.

"Thank you for today" he said gently as he kissed the back of my hand. "You know my weakness. Do you still want to be betrothed to me?" tanyanya looked at me as if asking for an answer immediately.

"Back of your weakness, there are many strengths and strengths that make me unable to resist. I accept all the bad good that is in you. As well as you, I hope you can accept me for who I am. Because I have many shortcomings, too,"

"I'm so lucky to be betrothed to you,"

We hugged very tightly as if we didn't want to be separated. Moments later I let go of her hug because I felt so tight I couldn't breathe.

Her hand gently caressed my cheek, I did the same to her. The wound on the corner of his lips was still wrapped in plaster that I had just placed.

"Is this still sick?"

He nodded. His face slowly drew closer and there was no longer any distance. Her lips touched my lips. Feels warm. My heart's getting out of control. I don't know what to do, because this is my first time.