Second Husband (Tradition of My Husband)
The SK Part 38
~Lasmi~ Sadness
Lasmi has lived separately from Pras for a long time, but it feels like she is still not satisfied living with her son who has not returned to Indonesia for a long time.
Lasmi starts to tear up when she gets to her room.
"Don't get too grim!" message Bayu.
"Our son has a family, like we used to be, decided to stay apart, we used to not allow Ryan to stay apart because of his condition, if Pras now, he is healthy, and can take care of himself." Hayu reminded his wife.
"Style up, I just regrouped with Pras, we've been separated for a long time! it's only natural that I'm sad!" Lasmi is getting more and more excited.
"Dad, I understand, but we can meet them, stay there too, unlike abroad it costs a lot and also takes time on the journey!" bayu said.
Lasmi then heeded the words of her husband, she did not cry anymore, now she had wiped away her tears.
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"What are you doing?" pras asked Cyra
"I want to make cooking for you and for me" replied Cyra flatly.
"Wow .. It seems, you have started to become a wife serving her husband," Pras said seductively.
"Maybe! but maybe not!" Cyra replied with a floating answer.
Pras smiled faintly, he was very fond of Cyra's attitude like this, making himself more challenged, making himself more curious, whether he could get the heart of a Cyra.
"All right! cook the right thing, I'm looking forward to your cooking?" pras said and passed.
"Yes! cook it properly, I look forward to your cooking." Cyra imitates the word Pras, with a slightly fussy style.
Pras heard Cyra's words and laughed.
As a more mature man, aged above Cyra, Pras must always be mature, must be able to take the right attitude, and must be able to make Cyra, who is not, little by little, he changed his attitude.
"Ryan, I promise I will always protect Cyra and I will also promise to make Cyra fall in love with me, thank you, for what you've told me about her all this time, it is helpful, though difficult in reality, to reach a heart that is drowning in grief, out of loss." Pras stared at the photo of Ryan, who was inside his wallet.
Pras closed his wallet again after seeing Cyra finish cooking, and was preparing his cooking at the dinner table.
Pras gets up from his seat, he stands up and goes to the kitchen, helping Cyra prepare their lunch dishes.
"Let's eat!" pras said while dividing the dishes, one for himself and one for Cyra.
Pras sees Cyra's face looking down since they met at the dinner table.
"Why do you keep looking down?" ask Pras.
"It's okay!" the answer is short and quick.
Cyra placed the plate in front of Pras, he already served rice and side dishes on the plate.
Cyra sat in her chair and scooped up the rice and side dishes.
The two of them ate lunch, the cuisine that Cyra made need not doubt the taste.
"Hmmm ..," Pras conjures up an expression that leaves Cyra perplexed to see it.
"Why? does it taste bad?" Cyra asked immediately.
"Hmmm .. Get me some water!" pras said asking for help.
Cyra sprightly, directly poured water into the glass and gave it to Pras.
Pras sipped the water to a quarter of a glass, then put it down.
"Taste it, heem .. hemm" Pras spoke as if he had an itchy throat.
"Why?" tanya Cyra was still in a standing position.
"It feels so good!" Pras continues his meal after being satisfied with teasing Cyra.
Cyra immediately sat back down with a rough movement, she was annoyed because she was successfully bullied by a man whose status was her husband.
"Review you! I'll reply later!" Cyra spoke inwardly as she held tightly to the spoon in her hand and looked sharply at Pras.
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After this there will be a unyuan between them stay tune...
