Shackles Love Men Pay

CHAPTER 63

As for Ibra's life, Kanaya can't blame anyone. It was wrong of him not to find out who Ibra was. And what came to Ibra was himself, he who gave himself up and whatever Ibra he had to accept.

Despite being depressed, Kanaya tries to understand. After all what Ibra did was not fatal, Kanaya buried it and took it as an introductory greeting.

Towards evening, Kanaya helps prepare dinner. While waiting for Ibra who did not come out of the room I don't know what his busyness is. Although Kanaya knows, Ibra's bath time is indeed longer than her.

Feeling that her husband never came, Kanaya returned to the room to make sure that her husband would not sleep in the bathroom. The woman passed by with her quick steps, and pushed the door of the room without a cue.

"Aaaarr!!"

Kanaya gawked as soon as the door opened and she witnessed her husband had already fallen in front of her with a flushed face enduring the pain. His head feels dizzy because his head hit the door, do not forget his toes become victims of course.

"Mass? Why at the door! I know I'm going in!"

It's true, women are never wrong. It was clear he was pushing the door with full force as if he was capturing a band of criminals until Ibra was hit by the stone. The man was about to come out and not knowing there would be an attack from the outside obviously did not have any preparation, indeed Ibra did not expect this pain he would feel.

“Sick really huh?” kanaya asked heartlessly, it seemed like Ibra was suffering enough with a collision that she had not planned at all.

“Nay, you revenge or why?”

Ibra's eyes even water because of the pain, he never felt this pain in his physique. It was certain that his forehead would turn blue until a few days later, the man still could not stand.

“Sorry, Mas .. I said accidentally, if I knew you were on the doorstep I wouldn't.”

The woman rubbed Ibra's forehead slowly which now looks flushed, since then the man was still closed and it seems that her husband's nose also felt torture. Ibra opened her eyes slowly, examining her nose who knew the nosebleed.

“Sick, Kanaya swore,” his whining is now leaning on his wife's chest, a golden opportunity to further make his wife melt after previously Kanaya as cold as it would Ibra make the best use of.

“Sorry, tomorrow the door is changed by glass, Mas.” A brilliant idea according to Kanaya but not a good suggestion according to Ibra.

A few minutes, Kanaya gives Ibra a chance to soothe her pain. The man walked slowly with the help of Kanaya who was holding his body, Kanaya forgot Ibra was just a regular bump, not a broken bone.

“His love is yes, God,” said Kanaya shook her head slowly, the woman was quick to prepare food for the husband even she had prepared herself if Ibra asked to be fed. Because it does not rule out the possibility of his hand will also hurt considering the position of the fall of Ibra is quite sad.

In order to increase its efficiency, Ibra was afraid that Kanaya would throw a spoon into her head. Not because he was a husband afraid of his wife, but it could be that the woman's annoyance is still implying, Ibra thought.

“Mas,” call Kanaya in between meals, they enjoy the food so calm, since just the clang of a spoon is heard. Kanaya started to open the conversation.

“Iya, why, Naya? Is there anything you want to ask again?” ibra asked a little carefully, deliberately stopping her eating for a while so that she could focus on Kanaya.

“Call aja, I'm afraid you're deaf.”

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“Mas,” call Kanaya again after a few minutes Ibra was upset because of her words, now the woman starts again. I don't know what he wants now, his face looks suspicious.

“What?” sahut Ibra was short but not impressed cold, the man did not want to make Kanaya feel strange with the change in the way he spoke.

“I want to burn duck,” he said with a flat face, Ibra who was in front of him could only shut up and look at the wonder of Kanaya's plate that was clean.

“Hah? Now then? You just finished eating, Nay ...” Ibra was not inexhaustible, the portion of Kanaya's meal was not so much, but it really did not make sense that the desire actually appeared when the meal was just finished.

“Ya wants it now.”

“Jeez, can't delay tomorrow morning?” tawar Ibra began to panic, how could he go to fulfill Kanaya's wishes while now his head still feels real pain.

“No can, should this malem.”

“Delivery yes?” Maybe this is a good way out, but unfortunately Kanaya was reluctant and she shook her head quickly when Ibra pulled the phone out of her pants pocket.

“NO! We both go there, I want to eat at his brother's place .. exciting tau eat malem-malem, ah must be rame, Mas.”

Really disastrous, Ibra not too like the crowd let alone the crowd in such an open place. Can be sure what Kanaya meant was a five-footed duck and Ibra never once set foot there.

“Broadside?” ibra asked to make sure, if yes then get ready Kanaya will not get the slightest permission from him.

“Iya, time in the middle of the road.” The answer is not wrong, but it is not true at all.

“No, pollution, look elsewhere,” Ibra said absolutely and unopposed, unfortunately such an order would not apply to Kanaya, a hard-witted woman who also had the support of her baby's wishes.

“No!! You have not seen the place, so there is no smoke also .. come on, Mas, he wants if I have eaten it already abis in fact, he said,” said Kanya pointed at her stomach then rolled her ganit eyes. Ibra sighed softly and nodded obediently as this was more absolute than her ban.

“Iya, wait yes.” Spending his meal with one hap, it is okay if you have to be reckless there with a slightly frowny head. As long as Kanaya continued to tease him like that, Ibra would be willing.

“That dong.”

“Wear the jacket, your nightgown is too thin,” Ibra said, even getting off the dinner table yet but she has arranged what Kanaya is wearing.

Tbc

The next chapter abis Isya, the responsibility is not yet 3K