The Love of the Duda

TCSD 82: Full of Love

"Hows it? Will you come home later? Separated from the entourage from Makassar?"

Krishna, the old virgin was relentless and unyielding in trying to persuade Dyandra. A beautiful woman with all her charms who is able to conquer the heart of a lizard cap playboy. Krisna's game seems to have stopped until here when his heart was adrift with one of the boss's wedding guests.

Currently they were both sitting under a palm tree that was in the back garden. The location of this park is adjacent to the exit that was passed by God to chase the chicken porridge seller.

Dyandra could only lower her face while blushing in embarrassment. "I don't think it needs to be like that. Let me go home with the entourage from Makassar."

"You don't have to worry about Dyan, all the accommodations let me take responsibility. You just take it right. At least until God and Mara spend their time here. So I'm not alone like mosquito repellent for the newlyweds."

Not Krishna's name if not desperately trying to persuade this beautiful woman. But unfortunately a thousand dear, Dyandra still shook her head as a gesture of disapproving of Krishna's plan.

"I'm going home today. If Krishna has good intentions for me, please come to my house to see my father and my mother."

A stark answer that could not be avoided by Krishna. If all this time he always played with women, now he immediately challenged the seriousness of a woman.

"Alright Dyan. At the latest in three months I will come to your house to meet your mother and father. So we're currently LDR-an?"

"It can be said that way."

"Aren't you going to torture me?" Krisna asked in an intimidating tone.

Dyandra. "It should be that question that I asked you."

"Hmmmmmh.... You don't have to worry about Dyan. I am one of the loyal men. So you don't have to doubt my loyalty."

"Don't believe Dyan. This man is indeed loyal which means every bend is there and cheating is endless!"

The baritone voice that suddenly sounded, successfully made Krishna and Dyandra turn towards the source of the voice. Seen the God who is still dressed in pajamas entered from the back door while carrying a bushel.

"Ccckkat.. What the fuck are you Wa? Just drop the market!" krisna said while grumbling.

The god just slicked his shoulder. "That's an indisputable fact, Chris. And it's common knowledge that you're a playboy cap lizard." The god glanced towards Dyandra. "Dyan, just don't believe what this man said. But if you want to prove the seriousness of this man, ask this man to marry you immediately. And one more thing, don't forget to ask for a fantastic amount of money!"

Krishna was only flabbergasted while Dyandra chuckled softly. "Yes, god sir. Surely I will ask for a lot of money from mas Krishna."

"That's good!"

"It's Wa, it's better now that you go back to the room and take care of Mara. Just ruin your mood!" Krishna snorted annoyedly.

"All right, I'm going. But I have a job for you, Kris!"

Krisna's forehead shriveled a little. "What other tasks Wa? Wasn't it during your honeymoon, I was off duty?"

The god shook his head. "No. It's urgent!"

"What task is Mr Rangga Danabrata Dewandaru?"

"Please find a bike shop nearby, and find three children's bikes. Two for boys and one for girls!"

"Bicycle for whom? Is Mara pregnant? How did you get a bike?"

"There's not much to ask, Chris! Just do my orders. And remember if you've reached the bike shop you send the photos, let me choose!"

Without waiting for an answer from Krishna, the god breezed away to leave Krishna and also Dyandra. While Krisna can only be dumbfounded to see the behavior of the boss who was a little strange.

"Based on a strange man! What satanist is that guy? Suddenly ask for three small bicycles?"

Dyandra only commented a little smile seeing the sudden expression of Krishna's face. "Patiently, my!"

Krishna nodded with a sweet smile. "That's for sure, dear. Besides being loyal, your future husband is also always patient!"

With a slow motion, the God pulled on the door lever of the room. The wife was sleeping in her dream. The god placed the bushel on the nightstand, and he tried to hold the wife's temple. The man jumped a little because it turned out his wife's fever was getting higher.

Cup....

"Darling, let's get up! We have breakfast first. Then take the medicine!"

While kissing Mara's lips, God tried to wake her. Before long, Mara began to squirm and her eyelids slowly opened.

"Mas.... Have you come?"

The god gave a little smile. He helps his wife to wake up and he rests on the headboard. "I'm sorry, honey. Because it's been a long time since I got this porridge. Now you have breakfast. After that take the medicine!"

Mara smiled at her smile. "It's okay, Mom. Most importantly you get the chicken porridge!"

"That's for sure, dear. For the sake of my wife who I love the most, what the hell can I not give?" The god opened the bushel he brought. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed. "I'm feeding you, baby!"

"Thank you!"

With painstaking and full of outpouring of love, God began to feed the wife. After a mouthful of chicken porridge it began to enter Mara's mouth. And sure enough, Mara looks very greedy to take the porridge feed which means the woman is really hungry.

My God, what would the late mother-in-law do if she knew that I was starving her beloved daughter? I could be visited every night by him. I'm sorry, honey. Next time I want to ask you to make love, I'll make sure your stomach is full first.

"Mas... This chicken porridge is so good. Where did you buy it?"

Mara, who had been quiet, now began to open her voice. The woman praised the taste of the chicken porridge that so spoiled her tongue.

The god smiled knot. "Not far from here, dear. Yummy?"

"Yes, this is delicious. The yellow gravy and the porridge dough are very tasty!"

The god placed the already barren rantang without a trace. "Would you like to add more, darling?"

"Can?" mara said shyly.

The gods are chirping. At first glance, he kissed his wife's thin lips. "Of course I can love. I bought this porridge special for you, so you have to spend it!"

"Thank you!"

"Same-sama Darling!"

The god began to open the second row. And slowly he began to feed his wife again. While feeding the wife, the god saw the photos of the bicycle sent by Krishna.

"Honey, try to choose two bikes for boys and one bike for girls!" said the god while handing his phone to the wife.

Mara's forehead shriveled a little. "Bicycle? Bicycles for whom?"

Mara receives a cell phone given by the Gods and begins to look around at the photo of the bike sent by Krishna.

"For these porridge-seller kids, honey. You don't mind if I buy them a bike? Yes, I take it as one of the expressions of gratitude because the porridge seller has made this delicious dish and made my wife happy."

There was a warm feeling that always flowed Mara's blood. She was so moved to see the good and sincere intentions of her husband. "Of course I don't mind Mas. As long as it's for a good thing, I'll definitely support you."

"Thank you, baby!"

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Sorry for the late update on the latest episode, Brother.. Qodarullah, I am being given pleasure to be sick from exhaustion. Please understand if it's a little slow, brother...🙏🙏