
Today, Kayla and Avan are on holiday together. The real Avan chose to stay home because Kayla had a holiday. Their activities are nothing special, just cleaning the house together. Kayla sweeping, Avan cleaning the window. Since their first night a few days ago, Kayla has been sleeping in Avan's room.
"Yes, your things are just moved to our room."
"How do Ila's room go?"
"Yes, empty, if it's right anyone who visits can sleep there." Bright Avan wiping the front window of the house.
"Yes, Ila's done this."
"Let us, La, the transports. You're cooking."
"Yes, my mom." Obedient Kayla.
After sweeping, Kayla walks the laundry. He took mopping utensils, filled water and poured floor soap. Kayla deliberately chose a fruit-flavored one, because it tasted fresher. The beautiful woman then walked carrying the mop device forward. And start mopping up the living room area.
"Mas, be careful if you go through yes, Ila mop, slippery."
"Yes deck."
Deck again, and again it made Kayla's face warm. The fruity aroma of the floor soap wafted out, but Kayla's heart was flowering. Beautiful wedding, Kayla felt after a year together.
Not only Kayla, Avan could not hide her happiness. After going through many wounds and pains, through her weight melted Kayla's heart. Now he has also, not only his love and his heart, his body as well.
"Happiness like this, please don't end quickly."
Avan's window-wiping job was done, with Avan's careful steps running deeper into the window. Seeing Kayla mopping the floor of the living room in front of her, Avan smiled. Slowly the Avan approached, getting closer and closer. Then he hugged Kayla who was surprised.
"Mas, Ila is mopping again."
"Tau, really. Do you think you're blind?"
"No, but..."
"My dear ones..."
"Buck...."
Kayla's face warmed up, in the arms of her husband.
"Mas, it won't be finished." Kayla said, even so, she enjoyed her husband's embrace.
"So soon, La mas is still missing."
"Not far away, just met."
"Dam, mas!" Kayla said, pinching her husband's stomach. Avan stomped, and moved away with a small ruckus.
"Mas clean up the room first, yeah. Cook it well."
"Yes chef Juna." Sahut Kayla shook her head. Then continue mopping it up again. Family room, living room, front room, all already Kayla mop. Now that the woman walked into the room, she was stunned to see Avan who was busy replying to smile himself.
"Say want to finish the room, know even grimace in the room while holding the phone. Whose chat is it?" Kayla whispered to herself.
"Einemm.." Dehem Kayla shocked Avan until her goal almost slipped out of her grasp. Avan's face looked very tense aware of Kayla's sudden presence. The long-haired man also looks misbehaved and smiles awkwardly at his wife.
Kayla said nothing, and started mopping the floor of the room. Occasionally the tip of his eyes glanced at Avan had replied to the incoming message. Before Avan returned to clean the room.
"Actually he's chatting with who the hell?"
Until Kayla finished mopping the room, the Avan device went off several times. But the man ignored her, probably because there was Kayla and felt bad. However, it made Kayla suspicious and upset.
"Why fit there is me he was busy beberes, but was very relaxed playing hp." Kayla grumbled inwardly as she stepped out of the room carrying her mop.
After mopping is over, Kayla tidy up her cleaning device to its original place. The anxiety in his heart never ended, he was very curious to know what makes Avan fun playing hp, he was very sure Avan was replying to a message with someone. Her husband looked very happy. Kayla jerked her breath out loud, to relieve the tightness in the chest. As his relationship with Avan improves, why does he suspect the man is starting to look away and find someone more attractive?
Kayla sighed once more, trying to get rid of the bad thoughts about Avan that continued to harass her. Kayla walks into the kitchen, removing some vegetables from the fridge for her to cook. As he plucked some vegetables for his SOP, he looked towards the room once twice. He wanted to know what Avan was doing, whether cleaning up the room or still coolly replying to someone.
"La, mas out for a while huh," Avan emerged from the room in a very neat and handsome outfit. The man wore a green t-shirt behind a denim jacket and black cinos.
Kayla immediately stood up from her seat, "where are you going?"
"Get out, there's not an hour."
"Where to?" Ask Kayla who is getting restless.
Avan was silent for a moment, his device was beeping a sign of incoming messages. "To Farid's house," he answered while checking his phone.
Kayla knows Farid is one of Avan's trusted workers to manage one of Avan's restaurants.
"What are you going to do there?" Kayla asked walking closer.
"The business, the mas departs yes." Pamit Avan quickly put her phone in her jacket pocket. The long-haired man smiled and thrust his hand at Kayla.
"Why didn't he offer me to come?" Kayla grumbled in her heart, her hands touching and kissing her husband's hands.
"Mas go yes, assalamualaikum." said Avan kissed his wife's forehead. Then walk out with long steps.
Kayla looked at Avan's back with pouting lips, "wa'alaikum hail."