My husband is CEO
Part 58 β Jealousy Devan!
Sorry again, everybody... I just finished up, because I'm busy practicing poetry for HERO Day!
Thank you, for all you have been waiting for, I am really moved. I don't think anyone will want to wait for my novel even if a week is not up! It turns out there is still there and it makes me excited to write, thanks for your support all my loyal readersβ₯π
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Hayu looked at Devan, he should have answered what Devan's favorite food was. "Alright, you wait here," said Hayu, he immediately left Devan just like that.
He opened his bag, and took his provisions. Yaps, because he missed Devan he deliberately brought provisions with the contents of some food that Devan liked when he cooked first. Hayu brings simple food, vegetable kale, chayote and fried fish with turmeric.
Devan was just watching the movements of Hayu, who was busy staring at the dining table. "Eat this, maybe you will remember something. And, your food is expensive for me," said Hayu smiling sweetly, honestly he also wanted to taste expensive food.
Her husband's money too. So kosher dong make him eat.
This woman is truly unique, Devan's inner smile tilted.
"Come, why are you still sitting there? Cepetan, cold air is not good. Mumpung I already angetin in the mic-" Hayu fell silent in shame, he scratched his nape that did not itch.
Devan, who finds out that the woman is confused, finally taunts her. "Microwaves! Just like you don't know, how to be a wife," ledek Devan, stepped into the table that Hayu had prepared.
"Ish. I'm actually a good wife. The proof is that my husband is always satisfied with my servant" said Hayu proud of himself, considering Devan always praised his cooking.
Devan remained silent. It turned out that the man caught Hayu's talk with another intention. Did I really enjoy it with him? Yeah-who's right?' inner Devan.
His mind had drifted everywhere imagining a hot night with Hayu, instantly making him tremble in horror.
Jem!
It was piercing into his heart, penetrating into his heart. It feels like Devan is caught doing something indecent. "Now! Don't think weird, just eat your expensive food, baby if it's cold!" Devan immediately switched the conversation.
He turned his face away, which turned out to be blushing from embarrassment. "Stupid! stupid! Why should I think of that to a plain girl," muttered Devan, squeezing her hair softly.
Devan began to put a voice of rice into his mouth. He's speechless! Long time until the atmosphere is quiet! Hayu was also confused, what was the cuisine not good? or maybe... Devan remembered something?
Oh, my God, why is cooking so good! I ... like I've felt it but where?' Devan kept trying to think hard, until his headache returned.
"Akh!" devan shouted clutching his head. He put his food down slowly, for he would not lose it because he liked it.
"Huh-huh? what's up!" yell Hayu panicked. He held Devan's arm.
"Araghh! it hurts!" devan shouted, holding his head. Usually he does not like if there are people who see the weak side at this time, but different this time. Somehow he felt comfortable when Hayu held him and tried to calm himself.
"Calm down, Mom! Breathe in slowly! hyx... I-I promise I won't force you to remember me! but, please I can't look at you like this." Hayu cries while hugging tightly Devan who is currently silent watching all Hayu's activities.
I am jealous of her real husband... Having a wife as good as this, we are similar but it seems we do not have the same fate, ' Inner Devan.
This man is still trying to deny, that he is not the husband, Hayu. Rather, another man who has a similar appearance to her so that Hayu misunderstands people. After all, his family would definitely not agree to him marrying a poor and a village girl like Hayu. Because that's the truth, but...
If I love him, neither Mama nor Papa's blessing matters, Devan's inner self.
