Second Husband (Tradition of My Husband)

The SK Part 51

~Tunas Tree~

"Listen to me Xa! I don't want to force myself to get engaged and that will make you hurt!" george told Alexa.

Alexa remains moody, she still wants to carry out fiancee events, she believes gradually if kept together, George will get used to her presence and start opening his heart to Alexa.

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Pras who returned from the office, immediately cleaned himself, he also immediately prepared food for him and Cyra, with his deft hands he made vegetables and side dishes. today Pras makes vegetable soup and also fried chicken plus sambal, he deliberately made sambal to restore Cyra's appetite.

Pras arranged the food on the dining table, he then scooped a little rice, chicken and a bowl of soup for him to bring into the room.

Pras opened the door of his room, he put food on the nightstand next to their bed.

Pras then helps Cyra to sit and lean on the headbad.

"Eat first." Pras lifted the plate and began to feed Cyra.

"You wanna wear sambal?" tanya Pras while pointing towards a small plate containing chili made by himself.

Cyra nods his head at the sign of wanting a sambal made by Pras.

Pre scoops a little sambal and returns to feed Cyra.

Cyra eats voraciously, Pras is thrilled that Cyra's appetite is back.

after finishing feeding his wife, Pras tidied up all Cyra's food and took her to the kitchen.

"That man, affectionate, should I open my heart to him?" inner Cyra who began to be touched by Pras' attitude.

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Bayu and Lasmi Residence.

"Sir, she said Cyra was sick, was she too tired huh? usually in this house he's the least sick, even as Mother remembers he never got sick one of these last years." Lasmi showed her anxious attitude.

"Mom, don't be so anxious, let them finish it off alone, I'm sure Pras can take good care of his wife." Bayu calms his wife.

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Pras while checking the temperature needs Cyra, he accidentally fell and overcame Cyra's body, their bodies were frowning each other, even their lips too, he said, unconsciously Pras gave a kiss and he regained consciousness.

Pras came out of their room, a room with half a wall and half a glass, with open curtains.

Cyra inside felt a great thump.

Pras, who was still standing in front of his room, looked at Cyra from the glass, his wife seemed very surprised by the incident a few minutes ago.

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A few days passed, Cyra slowly recovered after three days of lying in bed, and permission to work.

The two of them just behaved normally today, after the incident the other day made Cyra and Pras speechless to each other.

"I'm sorry, for what happened the other day, I didn't do it on purpose." Pras felt very guilty.

After Cyra was healthy, Pras apologized, and Cyra was just plain ordinary.

"It's okay, consider it a bonus you took care of me during my illness" Cyra said.

"Then can you get sick again? so I can get it again?" kelapn Pras.

"Just kid!" Cyra slapped Pras with a vegetable centong.

Cyra and Pras laughed at each other, they had removed the awkwardness that had been a barrier between the two of them for several days.

Cyra decides on her cooking activities, while Pras returns to his initial task, inconveniencing the dining table.