The Cruel Mafia Love.
Chapter 12
Dila just silently get the treatment by her husband, how else he can not refuse it, now Carl has officially become her husband, reject Carl is the same as breaking his obligations as a wife.
"You want to take a shower" asked Dila.
"Why should I take a shower, then" replied Carl.
"I want to change clothes, I'm hungry to eat" Dila said.
"I'm hungry too, but I want to eat you, too" Carl said.
"What are we gonna do?"
"Haha.. I want two kids from you" said Carl.
"Non't now, give me time. It's too sudden for me" Dila said.
"Two days, prepare yourself." Carl blinked one eye.
"Carl did I come to your house?"
"Call me as my husband, or mas or darling, you're my wife but you call me by name" Carl said.
"Can I come with you home?"
"Yes that's for sure, you'll come with me to my house, you can't come back here without my permission, I don't forbid you but I give you a limit. Don't assume I'm a good husband, there will be a lot of problems that you face after marrying me. One thing you should know, don't make me angry, now I can control my emotions because it's your home, but when I'm home don't make me angry once in a while," carl said with serious eyes.
"Good."
"When I change clothes, I want to eat. Bring her food to the room, I want to eat together with you" Carl said, releasing Dila from his lap.
As soon as Dila got out of bed, she changed into a casual dress, after which she walked out of the room to eat her husband and herself.
"Only one plate" said Dila.
"Yes, honey, mamah wash first yes, just finished in the use of eating people."
"No mah, one plate no papa. I can eat one plate with my husband" said Dila.
"What a romantic mom, you know your mom is so happy to have help like your husband, she can give you what you need."
"Eat meal." Dila sat on the chair in the room.
Carl walked over to Dila.
"Where are your clothes" asked Dila.
"It's very hot in your room, even though the air outside is cool" said Carl.
"Yes, I'll just have a quick meal after this shower" Dila said.
"Boat," said Carl.
"Yes it must be like that, I only brought one plate, it turns out there are no clean plates," said Dila..
"Good," said Carl.
Face to face feeding her husband, this was the first time she did this to Carl, they ate one spoon and one plate the same.
"How many days have we been here" asked Dila.
"A week may be," replied Carl.
"Yes.. There is still time for the road" Dila said excitedly.
"Take me on the road" said Carl.
"Yes, I'll take you on the road" said Dila.
Carl smiled for the umpteenth time, after marrying Dila he was much happier. This girl really stole his heart.
The one-plate meal they had spent together, both of them limp with satiety. Carl felt fit with the existing cuisine, although simple taste very distinctive.
"You can make me fat if you give me this much to eat" Carl said.
"No papa, fat means happy" said Dila.
