The Love of the Duda

TCSD 120: Rawon VS Chicken Goulash

"Aita!"

Mara, God, and Krishna shouted a name at the same time. Like a star, the woman who had been present in the past of the God had a gaze that was only fixed on him. And the woman only smiled broadly while swinging her legs with wide strides to be able to get near the Gods soon.

"You guys are having lunch? Wow, what a coincidence. I also brought God's favorite cuisine!"

Without feeling the slightest guilt for ruining the moment between God, Mara, and also Krishna, Dita began to land her buttocks on the sofa that still looked empty. The woman was directly facing the God. The Rantang that he had specially brought for his ex-husband, he put it on the table.

"Ta, get out of this room! I want to enjoy my lunch. So don't make me not taste good at seeing that face of yours!"

With a loud voice, God tried to drive Dita away. This woman really faced the wall, because even though she had been humiliated in the presence of many people, with tragedy uprooted from the top of the stage, but this woman had not given up too to disturb the peace of the life of God.

Dita chuckles softly. She sits with her legs crossed so that her smooth thighs are clearly visible because she only wears a miniskirt.

"Mas, I brought you a chicken gulai. Chicken gulai is your favorite dish, right? I remember, how happy you were when I cooked chicken gulai like this for you."

While leaning her back against the couch, Dita tried to recall what she had passed with God half a year ago. Certainly the most beautiful times for both of them while still living life as a newlywed. Intentionally using tricks like this. By giving little attention, he believed that the love in the heart of God that was once there for him, would spring back.

The god smiled cynically. Looks like he has to run something to be able to make the mouth of this snuggled ulan woman. "You should have asked me first before bringing me some food."

"Why should it be like that? I still remember that chicken gulai is your favorite dish, so I brought it here for you. I don't think it's necessary to ask you first because I'm sure that you still like this chicken gulai of my cooking."

The gods are getting more and more chuckled. "Is that sure you think I still like chicken gulai?"

Dita nodded steadily. "Yes, I'm pretty sure of that. You used to always ask for more if I cooked this for you!"

Before, then, and then. It seems that word is currently the mainstay weapon Dita to launch his intentions. He wants to be good friends with the past that has been passed to remind his ex-husband of all the things they have been through together.

Gods grieving. "Although not even two months we parted, but since then the chicken gulai is one of the dishes that I avoid."

Dita flabbergasted. "Why Mas? Why is it like that? In fact, you used to be very fond and very enthusiastic in eating this chicken gulai of my cuisine."

Dita was so astonished to see the changes that exist in God. Her ex-husband turned out not to make chicken gulai as his favorite dish.

God chuckles. His memory was playing around in a moment where he enjoyed a chicken gulai that he said was instantly made by himself through his hands. "You're really shameless huh Ta. You still have time to confess that the food you bring is the result of your hands. But in fact you bought this chicken gulai at a restaurant not far from the intersection of four there."

Dita's body jumped a little. It turns out that what he kept secret in front of his current husband was revealed as well. The god who saw the look on Dita's face that had changed pias can only laugh. Finally, this afternoon, God can dismantle all that delicious cuisine that he ate is cuisine in one of the restaurants that are not far from where he lives.

"Why? Are you wondering why I can dismantle everything." said the God when he saw Dita just fixated.

"Do you know where you are?"

"I found out from the shopping receipt you forgot to throw away. You always forget to throw that receipt away." The god looked back at Dita's sinister face. "Do you still want to admit that this chicken gulai is the result of your hand? If so, you really are like a shameless woman."

Mara and Krishna who saw the feud between two people who had been husband and wife at that time can only hold a laugh in their hearts. Because really, the behavior of his ex-wife is like a comedian who is entertaining viewers.

"But Mas. Although I'm not the one who cooks, but you still like chicken gulai, right? And from that, eat. Everything I brought is special for you."

Dita still insisted on asking God to eat the chicken gulai that he brought. She still believes that the chicken gulai is still a favorite of her ex-husband.

The god sighed deeply then he exhaled slowly. Facing a woman like Dita this must be extra patient, if not for sure there will be something broken due to being her impingement. "When I get to know this woman sitting next to me, there's a lot that's changed inside me. Including my favorite dishes. Now, chicken gulai is no longer my favorite food. Right now I just want to throw up if I eat chicken gulai."

Both of Dita's eyes are perfectly rounded. "Mas, you!!"

"Darling, how do you eat by yourself? I want to love you too!" The god who had been busy serving the ex-wife, to the extent that he forgot that the rawon brought by the wife had not been a mouthful that entered his mouth.

"Eventually you are busy with this woman. Forgot if you haven't eaten yet?"

"Yes Dear. I totally forgot. And now I want to eat rawon made by you Honey, which is certainly really the result of your cooking, NOT THE CUISINE OF RESTAURANT CHEFS!"

The gods deliberately put emphasis on the words 'not the result of restaurant cuisine' to provoke Dita. Sure enough the woman's face looked increasingly irritated like a chicken butt.

"Yes, let's eat quickly, Mas" said Mara.

The god slightly shifted his sitting position, until now he and Mara were crammed into each other. He wrapped his arms around his wife's waist and he put his head on her shoulder. "I want to be bribed with you, baby. I don't want to eat if I'm not fed to you!"

God whines like a child who asks to be fed by the mother. Mara could do nothing but obey what her husband wanted.

"Yes, let me feed Mas!"

The god sits leaning his body in front of his wife. With painstaking care, Mara began to feed the Gods with rawon menu that she brought. Not to forget, he himself also put the food into his mouth.

The god stared fixedly at Mara's face as if not to let every second that rolled by not staring at the beautiful face of his wife. That's what makes Mara shy.

"Mas, why look at me like that? Is there something on my face?"

The god only smiled faintly while nodding. "There is a dear!"

"What Mas?"

The god put his face close to the wife's face. Without further ado he began to land a kiss on the lips of the wife who looked a little wet and increasingly seductive. Mara was surprised, but in the end, she also enjoyed the appearance of her husband's lips. The gods are getting more intensely fondling Mara. He who had previously focused on giving a kiss on Mara's lips, now he shifted to her neck.

"Something that makes me fall in love with you every day, baby!"

"Vaaaaahhh... My God....."

"Eemphhh... Dear... If it's like this I can't resist the urge not to make love, honey... Aaaahh....."

Whether intentional or not, both seem to be in a very intimate position. Even without shame ***************** those words are out of each other's lips. Dita who saw this scene in front of her was further ignited by the burning emotions. He moved from his sitting position and ....

"Basic jerk!"

The woman breezed away leaving the room of the Gods.

U... !!!

The door was violently slammed. After that there was only the sound of laughter echoing in this room.

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