Not the Wrong Love

The Extra Part 2

After turning off the shower, Rangga was glued to look at his body in front of the bathroom mirror. He rubbed his two jaws that had been overgrown with fine hair. Some days he did not have time to shave it and Cinta had protested because of it. His wife did not like to see his face overgrown. In fact, according to other women, men who have a thin sideburn actually look more sexy and charming. However, this does not seem to apply to love. Love prefers smooth-faced men. She's a different woman, isn't she? That is what makes Rangga love him more.

Finished shaving his crest, Rangga grabbed a towel to dry his hair and body. Then, put on shorts and get off following Love to the kitchen.

His steps swallowed when he saw Love was still busy struggling with cooking utensils because he was not aware of his arrival. Rangga leaned his left body against the wall and folded his arms in front of his chest. He smiled watching Love who was focusing on the food he would cook.

So beautiful, so,

There are no words more beautiful than that that that can represent what he sees today. Love is so beautiful, so enchanting even if only by wearing her oversized white shirt and her potluck hair.

Oh God, Rangga really loves her. Loved her. He was very grateful to God for bringing Love into his life. The woman who became the reason for him to stay alive and live a better human life than before.

The longer it seems that Love is beginning to feel being noticed. He raised his eyeballs and glanced at Rangga at a glance. The beads of the eyes of the two had met a look, then they threw each other a warm smile.

Not a word came out of the two, just looking at each other and throwing a smile. It felt like enough of their eyes were talking and explaining everything. It radiates rays of love and admiration for each other.

Feeling unable to bear it, Rangga began to approach Love.

"Your eyes will hurt if you don't blink Sis," Love's tease, "I am indeed beautiful, don't look at me like that and then you will be more fascinated." Love chuckles amusedly with her own words.

Love is getting cackled." Take it easy, brother, I'm cooking something special for you."

"What's? I just saw the eggs you fried." Pointing an egg inside the frying pan through the look in his eyes.

"This is called a special fried egg, because it is cooked with affection and seasoned with love."

Actually that is not the focus of Rangga. He doesn't care what his wife cooks. By seeing Love alone it feels like his stomach becomes full instantly. He doesn't care about anything, he's just focused on Love. He loves when Love talks while laughing.

Unknowingly, Rangga was already standing behind Love. Hugging Love from behind by wrapping her hands around her waist and resting her chin on the woman's shoulder.

"Sister, what are you doing? I'm pouring eggs" protested Love. He who had wanted to pour the egg into the frying pan had to put the bowl containing the egg back on the table because he gasped with a sudden hug by Rangga.

However, instead of heeding the words of Love, Rangga even more tightened his embrace. Even his lips began to crawl the neck of Love, giving gentle kisses there.

"I love you" she whispered before peeping Love's cheek, making Love's face blush happily that very second.

Love raised her hand to rub her husband's jaw. "I love you too,"

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