The Throne of Desire of the Candidate Duda

Chapter.117

Aliya had just woken up from her sleep, when again her stomach felt so nauseous. He ran towards the bathroom sink and immediately vomited all of his stomach contents.

When he finished he again stepped limp to the bed, where the husband was still asleep. Yes, the clock still shows at five in the morning.

"Mas, wake up."

Slowly Alvino squirmed and turned to the side, where his wife was. He smiled with his eyes still not open perfectly because this morning again saw the beautiful face of his wife. "Why dear, do you want more?"

Aliya lay back and hugged her husband. "Mas, I'm hungry. Buy me chicken porridge, now."

"Huh, so early? But honey ...." Alvino immediately stopped his remarks, as he recalled the first and second chapters he made himself when he found out his wife was pregnant. "Yes .. okay, I'm out now."

A brief kiss landed on Aliya's forehead. Alvino put on his clothes and stepped out of the hotel room. As a husband on standby, he must always be ready to fulfill all the wishes of the wife even though sometimes he still feels shocked.

Arriving downstairs, Alvino went straight to Buffett's restaurant, where usually the people staying at the hotel went for breakfast.

Arriving there, the plasmanan tables are still empty, there is no food available. There were only a few busy hotel maids passing by in front of him.

"Do I have to search outside. ah surely this hour is also not open." He was not desperate, his steps continued to the kitchen of the hotel not far from the place.

"Mrs. Alvino," said a restaurant chef who certainly knows who the man who just walked into his kitchen. The chef was white with glowing blue eyes, apparently of European ancestry imported directly to be the chef at the hotel.

"Hey you, what's on the breakfast menu today? (Hey you, what's the breakfast menu today?)" alvino asked, who then looked back at the clock on his wrist, as if he was not calm and tended to panic.

"Today, spaghetti carbonara, pasta, and more, (Today, spaghetti carbonara, fried rice and more.)"

Alvino looks confused because he is sure, the chef will cook a western menu this morning. "Help me, my wife wants to eat chicken porridge. Can you make? (Help me, my wife wants to eat chicken porridge. Can you make it?)"

"Oh of course, special for your wife (Of course, special for your wife."

"Okay Thanks."

Finally Alvino can breathe a sigh of relief because this morning the request of his wife can be granted in an easy way. If he were not the son of the hotel owner, he might just be kicked out of the kitchen.

His hand grabbed the door handle of the room, when he stepped inside, he could see the wife who was only wearing ********* and his oversized shirt was standing on the balcony of the room.

"Why the more here, the sexier she is" murmured Alvino. He walked over to his wife with ease. "Now you like looking sexy like this, want to torture me?"

From behind Alvino pulled out his wife's hair and immediately landed a kiss on the neck of the level. "I feel my desire is getting hotter because of your aggression."

Aliya is seen laughing, caressing the head of the husband resting on her shoulders. "It looks like this baby of ours, is indeed an Albino candidate like you Mas. I was also confused by myself as to why I was like this. I just threw up in the morning and after that I'm fine, I eat well and sleep well."

Alvino's hand stroked the wife's stomach which was a little prominent even though it was not yet clearly visible. "My son will never torture his mother." Alvino's naughty hands re-delivered into the reproach*************Aliya. "You're wet baby, do you want any more?"

"Hufft, okay. I'll hold him. I think we should move to a new house soon." Alvino turned back to the room in the followed by Aliya.

"Why don't we just stay in your old house Mas, baby is empty. I like the park there, the pool's good, okay?" asked Aliya who blocked the steps of the husband.

Aliya's question made Alvino's facial expression instantly change. "That house? Full of bad memories, I will never take you to someone else's former place. Aliya, you can apply tolerance to my past, but don't forget yourself. I'm completely out of my past, and want to focus on starting a new life with a new feel with you. Understood?"

Drowns Aliya nods her head. "Yes, sorry. I was just giving you advice but you were immediately angry. My porridge's where, I'm getting hungrier it's gonna be, haiss."

Realizing the wife was in standby mode one, Alvino immediately put on his sweetest smile. "Ehm, sorry Ayank. I didn't mean it that way. Soon the porridge will come. You can take a shower first, do I want to be with you?"

"No need to be alone." Aliya stepped up while stomping her feet towards the bathroom.

Alvino breathed a heavy sigh while looking at the wife's departure. "Huft, he still likes to talk about Shela and all the things that hurt me, sometimes I wonder if he really loves me. Aliya, you're too innocent and too good."

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Half an hour Aliya was in the bathroom. He stepped his feet out of the bathroom with a kimono towel that had wrapped his innocent body.

"The bury has come, let's have breakfast" Alvino said as he led his wife to sit on a sofa in the room. "This chicken is made by the main chef at this hotel restaurant. Try."

Aliya smiled as she felt the distinctive spice smell of chicken porridge begin to be detected by Indra's smell. He sucked the porridge, blew it for a while and devoured it. "Hem is delicious, savory and very salty."

"True, then I would try too," said Alvino then grabbed a bowl of his porridge. He stirred the porridge until it was mixed together."

Suddenly Aliya's smile faded, her eyes were rounded to see how her husband ate porridge. "You're a team of stir-fried porridge?"

Alvino who was focusing on his food turned to look at his wife. "Don't it if you eat porridge should be stirred?"

"ih I'm not Mas, I'm a porridge team that's not stirred. You are not good. Where good porridge in stir well like that."

Alvino was flabbergasted not to believe hearing his wife's words. "If not in the stirring month eat porridge name, but eat rice Padang. Anyway good at stirring, try it."

Alvino was about to stir the porridge owned by Aliya but was immediately prevented by the owner.

"Don't try, if I still want to rebuke tonight," Aliya said in a threatening tone of voice.

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