Pay Girlfriend

It's beautiful

Dimas walked over, gesturing he told the waiter to leave the kitchen immediately, and left them.

Nana who was engrossed in her cooking did not realize that at this time all the servants had left. Dimas walked slowly and carefully, he wanted to give a surprise to Nana.

"What cooking, dear?" he asked suddenly and half whispered in his wife's ear. With a very close distance.

Not only was Nana surprised, she even tiptoed away so shocked. Until he unconsciously hit Dimas using a spatula in his hand.

"Let's..." Dimas pretended to complain.

"Sorry, where's the pain?" Nana asked with a full face to worry. His hand stretched out rubbed the head of Dimas who was affected by a spatula.

"Do you want to be a widow? could you kill me?" dimas said annoyed, though,

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, anyway why did you suddenly startle me?"

"You blame me? am I your husband?" She asked, blaming Nana.

You won't die mas, I just hit you slowly, you're too excessive.

"Sorry, let me see which one hurts?" Nana again asked sincerely, she gently rubbed Dimas' head and sniffed him softly. The distance of the two became very close, Dimas could stare fixedly at the beautiful face of the wife. Her heart was pounding, her eyes were not blinking, while Nana was busy blowing Dimas' head niup which was okay.

"Already" Dimas stopped him before he was flattened, his eyes fixed on the pink lips of the wife who kept moving, and it made something inside her turbulent, eager for Dimas to enjoy the tiny lips.

"Eh.. What's this smell?" Nana realized something.

Dimas and Nana suddenly turned to the stove that had emitted smoke, Nana's cooking was burnt and gave off a quite pungent aroma.

"Yeah..." Dimas yelling. He looked panicked, and was confused as to what to do.

Nana turned off the stove and stared strangely, Instead of turning off the stove Dimas just panicked fan fear, Nana frowned "You why mas?"

"Nothing," said Dimas quickly and threw away his face unwilling to look at the wife who had fallen thin, Nana realized something, apparently her husband was afraid, but she did not dare to bully him directly.

"Well, charred!" nana is sad. The cuisine he had painstakingly cooked had already turned black like charcoal.

"Here you go, come on." Dimas pulled him out of the kitchen. "But the mas, the breakfast?" Nana tried to stop her husband.

"We have breakfast outside" Dimas replied in a cold voice and gaze, instantly making Nana freeze. He clearly doesn't want to be denied. Nana was silent and followed him, her face sour, not only bothering Dimas also made his cooking fail.

"What's wrong?" grandma came with some servants after hearing the screams.

"No Grandma, Dimas had intended to help Nana make breakfast, unfortunately instead of succeeding even so gosong," said Dimas cover up the incident earlier.

"Grandmother guess what's up. But why are you the one who is screaming!" asked grandma staring at Dimas sticky.

"It's not me, but my wife, isn't it baby?" her tanya with a sharp gaze forced Nana to agree with her words.

"Sorry, Grandma." said Nana.

"But that was like your voice, wasn't it Nana?" grandma is still trying to convince if her hearing is not wrong.

"Grandmother misheard, come on, what's grandma going into the kitchen for. Let the waiter make breakfast"

"Oh yeah, grandma has something for you guys."

"Later breakfast, this is more important, let's you come too." continued the grandmother.

Dimas and Nana were already sitting opposite grandma in the living room, grandma took out two pieces of paper and Dimas knew it, because it was obvious there if it was a honeymoon ticket, "Grandma's prepared a present for you two, it's a honeymoon ticket and tomorrow you're leaving, and Grandma Dimas hopes you have no reason to refuse."

"By pleasure, grandma!" answer Dimas tersemyum wide.

"One more time, "grandmother pulled out a letter. Dimas looked at him fixedly, like a will.

"What is this grandma?" ask Dimas curiously.

"Read," the grandmother handed the letter to Dimas. Dimas read it and frowned.

"What the hell is this grandma, I'm her only granddaughter, so it's certain that all of this grandmother's wealth is mine, so what is this?" Dimas a little emotion. Nana was surprised by it, though,

"That's not a hard thing, is it? moreover, you already have a wife, grandma only asks for one," grandma shut up for a moment and observed Nana's face, "Grandma wants a gift after you guys come back, grandma wants a great-granddaughter."

"But.." "Well," replied Nana and Dimas together.

"Grandmother doesn't want you guys to put off having a child?" said grandma and stared hard at Nana.

I'm gonna keep you by my granddaughter's side, sorry maybe this is outrageous, but I want Dimas to be happy, and I know you can make him happy, even if that little boy hasn't noticed.

"Of course, grandma," Dimas replied casually. Not with Nana who felt the cold heat after hearing all that. Got kids? what possible? what about the agreement between us?

All sorts of thoughts swirled around Nana's head. He said nothing afterwards but to be a listener of Budiman between Grandma and Dimas.

Dimas takes Nana out, and she wants to visit her parents' grave before she goes on her honeymoon.

Nana was silent staring at the husband who was focused on driving his car. Dimas also had no intention of opening the conversation, he was only focused on the streets in front of him.

After arriving at the funeral she takes Nana to her parents' grave. Dimas sat in front of his parents' adjoining center. There was clearly sadness on her face, her eyes were glazed as she offered a prayer.

Dimas greeted his parents, "Pa, ma, Dimas came, sorry if all this time Dimas never visited mom, oh yeah, today Dimas did not come alone, Dimas brought Dimas' wife, Dimas, her name is Hana, and we're married, Dimas please pray ma, Pa."

The words that Dimas said were very touching in Nana's heart, she seemed to not believe Dimas introduced her as a wife.

"Assalamualaikum ma, pa. I'm Nana." Nana confusedly continued her sentence she chose silence, and rubbed her husband's arm. He knew that Dimas was very fragile at the moment, and Nana just wanted to give him the strength she could.

After a long silence, Dimas got up followed by his wife, they left the quiet cemetery.

Dimas continued to step up to the parking lot and opened the door of his car, he entered as well as Nana. Dimas drove the car after.

Nana again chooses silence, when Dimas takes her to a place he does not know, Dimas takes her to a place that is not so crowded, but feels cool and comfortable.

The location is not so far from the city center, but the atmosphere there is like being in a village, shady because many shady trees, a kind of villa but only a small building, more precisely an inn. The view offered is very beautiful staring at the vast rice field with almost yellowed rice, what a very soothing and pampering sight to the eye.

Dimas walked first, and chose a cottage that was still empty. There are several lodges that are located far apart, so it is comfortable and safe.

Nana was still staring in amazement with a sweet smile adorning her beautiful face.

"You likey?" asked Dimas who had been staring at him since.

Nana turned her head to the source of the voice, the next second she nodded with her wide smile. "That's very nice,"