Prem Kee Shakti (The Power of Love)

Mela Curious

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At exactly 20:00 pm Dimas came home, he saw Mela was arranging food on the table together with Bu Tia. Seeing her husband come home, Mela approached Dimas.

"Sir, yuk's dinner! I'm the same mother was cooking," said Mela while looking at the food on the table.

Dimas was silent for a moment, to be honest he was very lazy but considering the incident last afternoon he felt bad, then the man nodded. "Okay, I want to clean myself up first."

Mela nodded her head, then Dimas climbed the stairs. But stopped by Mela, "Sir .. This elevator is already real, you can use the elevator."

"No papa, I'm good the stairs are healthier."

Then Mela walked towards the kitchen, making coffee for her husband. Mela wanted to start making Dimas feel comfortable because she wanted to keep her household.

Some days the woman thought and some days she always get advice from Bu Tia, that she should maintain the household with Dimas, because marriage is not a joke.

"May one day Nak Dimas will accept your existence, son," said Bu Tia while gently rubbing Mela's head.

"Aamiin .. I hope Ma'am" replied Mela.

"We also hope that young Miss, because Mr. Dimas has always been alone. At home is also always quiet, but since there is a young Miss, this house feels crowded, and soon this house will also be more crowded with baby cries," said the waiter there named Aunt Ida?

"Yes Bi, I hope so."

"Oh yes Bi, indeed both of Dimas' parents do not live here huh?" tia asked the waiter.

"No Ma'am. Mr. Dimas and also his parents did not get along," Bu Tia replied with a sad face.

He was the servant of the main house, which was the second house of Dimas' parents. The woman was deliberately taken to Dimas' house to help clean up the house and accompany Dimas.

Mela's forehead grated when she heard the words from Aunt Ida. He never knows Dimas' past, all he knows is that Dimas likes to play women and to nightclubs, the rest he doesn't know.

"Why can't you get along, Bi?" asked Mela curiously

"That young Miss, Mr. Dimas and-" Aunt Ida's words came to a halt as she saw Dimas enter the dining room.

Mela did not continue her question, because she would look for her own. Then Mela gave the coffee she made to Dimas.

"This is his coffee leg."

Dimas nodded, then started drinking the coffee. He did not protest at all and the waiter there was quite surprised because usually every given coffee Dimas always refused, on the grounds of lack of sugar, it did not taste right and so forth.

'It looks like the coffee made by the young Miss fits perfectly on the young master's tongue, ' Inner Aunt Ida.

Mela painstakingly took the rice and side dishes into the dish, then gave them to Dimas.

He saw the man eating voraciously, as well as the waiter there who was quite surprised to see Dimas eating voraciously, usually the man did not eat the devour.

"Is it good you smell?" asked Mela when she saw her husband eating his sweet sour squid.

"Yes ... Who's cooking?" asked Dimas while staring at Mela.

"That's me cooking, brother."

UHUK! OUHUUKO!

Immediately Dimas choked on his food, then Mela gave water to the man and was immediately upheld by Dimas.

"Yes, Brother, why? Not good, huh? Or salty? Or piquancy? Or is there less? Or-"

"No. It's so delicious, I thought Bi Ida was cooking," Dimas replied as he asked Mela to get some more rice.

Mela happily picked it up, then added her homemade spicy sour squid and again spent by Dimas.

There was a loud belch from the man, but Mela was very grateful that her cooking was over and Dimas loved it.

There is a saying that love comes from the stomach and goes up into the heart. Initially from the mouth down to the stomach, and from the stomach comes a sense of love, because the tongue is always addicted to cooking from the hands of his loved ones.

"If this continues, my bb can rise," murmured Dimas while chuckling.

"It's okay to go up a few kilos, you can gym. Mela is indeed a good cook, she was also selling breakfast in front of her house," said Bu Tia while gently rubbing Mela's head.

Dimas nodded, he only remembered that Mela had been selling together with Rika while in the village.

"Yes, then I want to go to the workspace first .. There is still work that I have not finished," said Dimas, then he got up from the chair and walked out of the dining room.

Mela smiled as her food was finished off by Dimas. There is nothing happy for a wife when her husband spends his cooking, because it is a form of appreciation.

"Young lady .. It looks like young Miss's cooking fits perfectly on Mr. Dimas' tongue. Even coffee is the same," said Bi Ida.

"I mean Bi?"

"The young master if the matter of coffee is very sensitive Miss, anyone who makes it if it is not in harmony with his tongue, there will certainly be a compliment. Less sugar, this and that .. but just now when Miss made her young master instead directly spent the coffee, it seems like the young Miss's hand is magical," said Bi Ida.

"G ... Aunt could've. Oh yeah Bi, did Auntie say that Dimas brother was the same family did not get along? Can I know why Bi?" asked Mela with a curious look as well as Bu Tia.

Bi Ida seemed hesitant to tell it. He then stared at the A and B guards who continued to stand straight like statues.

"Young lady, aren't her guards fed first?"

Hearing that Mela instead chuckled, making Bi Ida feel astonished because she felt that her question was nothing strange.

"They won't eat, Bi."

"Can't you?" hilarious Bi Ida.

"For they are not humans, but robots" Mela said.

Bi Ida rounded her mouth with a gaze that was so shocked when she heard that the two bodyguards from Mella were not human. But they are robots. Bi Ida thought all this time they were human, because the skin was the same only what distinguishes them is stiff.

"Robots? Really great to be human-shaped so huh? What is the skin made of?" Bi Idah walked towards bodyguard A, then he pinched the woman's hand and it was true it was human skin like her.

Instantly Bi Ida shuddered in horror making Mela and Bu Tia chuckle, "Don't be afraid of Bi, they don't bite me."

"Neither bite Non, just horrified .. how can the skin be the same as mine?" Bi Ida once again put her shoulder out.

"Now Auntie told me, how could Dimas and his parents not get along?"

Then Bu Tia asked Bi Ida to sit on the chair, because it was unethical if she told him in a standing state. The woman lowered her face as if she had a deep wound.

"Usory ...."

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