Touch My Body's

Sticking

"What cooking, Lan?" Rama who just entered the kitchen smelled the aroma of good cuisine from there.

The man approached Mulan, wrapping his hands around Mulan's slender waist with his head he leaned against his wife's shoulder.

"Ish, look at Lo, Ra.." - Mulan was surprised.

Rama just smiled, further draping his body with Mulan.

"Gue's cooking a chicken stew again," the long-haired woman continued a little uncomfortable.

Hugging from behind like this while she was busy cooking was really a new thing for her. This scene is usually only seen in romantic movies that he often plays on television lately.

"Kok Lo know, my favorite food anyway? You ask mommy, yeah?"

Mulan shook her head. "No, do you like stew chickens too?"

"Yes, I like it. Mommy often masakin this if I go home..," said Rama honestly.

"Cock can be the same, Dad?" mulan said more to his own murmur.

"That's a sign we're a mate, Lan." said Rama proudly.

"Ish, a soul mate is not seen from the same food preferences, Ra. Mama I also like chicken stews, when you want to say Lo soul mate is also my mama?" kekeh Mulan seduces her husband.

"Yes it means something else, Lan." said Rama snorting.

"Others what do you mean?"

"That's a sign from mama, my soul mate came down to elo. Maybe if I was born more confident, I could be the same mate mama is not the same elo!" rama laughed with amusement.

Mulan could only shake her head, releasing Rama's embrace on her waist. "As far as Lo ajalah. Sitting there, don't stick around like a baby koala with me!" he said a little pushing Rama's body.

"Ish, right I am the baby elo now." joked Richard back for his wife's body.

"Ih, it's there, Ra ... when do I run the cooking if Lo still stuck like I'm the same?" risih Mulan brushes Rama's hand.

"Judah I will not be stuck again. But kiss me first, Lo haven't kissed me since this morning," Pinta Rama took the opportunity.

"What, anyway? Since when do I have an obligation to kiss elo now?" mulan's voice does not accept. Rama was acting all the more he wanted, he thought.

"Oh my goodness, Lan. You forgot about our deal last night?" Rama turned Mulan's body facing her, pulling her waist closer.

"What deal, what the hell do you mean? Release me!" mulan's muttering is uncomfortable.

Being hugged this close with a breath that was very felt on her cheek made Mulan unsettled. Mulan could feel her body stiffen instantly as Rama deliberately rubbed his nose into Mulan's nose.

"Agreement if we're gonna be real husband and wife, Lan. I will learn to open my heart to each couple. Lo forgot?" rama half whispered.

The scent of mint immediately burst out from his thick red lips. Mulan seemed to be hypnotized with a sense of mint that she had sesapp when they were cool kissing last night.

"But, it's not like Rama's way too." said Mulan nervously.

"How do you want Crus? We're straight in bed?"

"Bu-not."

"Trus what?" Mulan was getting nervous not knowing what to say.

Rama instead advanced closer to his wet lips with Mulan's thin lips, kissed it gently, giving it a sparkle like it was electrified in Mulan's body. The woman reflexively closed her eyes, waiting for what Rama would do again afterwards.

"We'll keep this up later, yeah? Lo cuisine can be burnt if we still want to continue again..," whispered Rama smiled with satisfaction.

"W-what?" Mulan momentarily misbehaved with a reddened face. Rama seemed to be purposely glaring at him, Mulan thought.

"Lo mengarin first his cooking. We can kiss again later if you want." Rama laughed, released his arms around Mulan's waist and walked casually towards the dining table.

Stabbing Mulan this morning can arouse her happier mood, Rama murmured inwardly.

Mulan snorted with an annoyed heart. Rama is looking for trouble with him, see how I work Lo back! Gerrutu Mulan returned to continue the cooking show.

"Morning, Sir." A man's voice distracts the couple.

Rama nodded, replying to the messy-looking greeting of his assistant this morning.

"I have completed the task you asked for" continued Bora while rubbing tired eyes.

"Where's the evidence?" asked Rama indifferently.

Rama only glanced at him at a glance, turning to glance at his watch. "Lo's two minutes late!" said flat.

Bora looks to throw a long breath with a face that looks very tired. It's nothing, all night he had to go back to Milan, Rome with time spent each for six hours.

Carrying the car alone to withstand drowsiness so as not to be late, in fact Bora must accept himself who was two minutes late.

Bora was sure that the boss who was sitting casually in front of him would definitely give another punishment to work on him.

"What is that, Drill?" tanya Mulan approached the two with her hands holding the place containing the chicken stew she had finished cooking.

"Eh, is it over?" timpal Rama was excited, staring at the sparkling chicken stew that Mulan had placed on the table.

"Where's the plate, Lan? I'm a laper, right?" pinta Rama was impatient.

"Yes, stop." Mulan turned around, went to pick up their other dishes and cutlery.

"Sit, Drill. You haven't eaten yet, have you? Let's have breakfast with us," asked Mulan to put the plate in front of Rama.

"No, before he gets here, he'll always have breakfast!" rama again makes a sound.

The man did not want Bora to eat the first food Mulan cooked for him. Abstinence for Rama to share his wife's hard-earned food with Bora.

"Tell, drill you have breakfast?" mulan asked to confirm, looking at the man who seemed not to sleep for days.

"Y-yes, Mom. I had breakfast before here" replied Bora, unable to dodge.

Rama was looking at him sharply as if he wanted to skin him alive. It is better to seek safety by holding back hunger, than to face the anger of Rama who sometimes likes to care for him.

"Yaudah, if that's what I wrap you food for later in the afternoon" said Mulan took place next to Rama's right.

"Make what? Why would you want to pack food for Bora?!" rama doesn't like it.

"It's not pa-pa, Ra. I'm just—"

"No need! I don't like to pack him food!" cut Rama fast. "There's nothing Lo packs for him!" keep Rama possessive.

Bora immediately throttled in his heart to see the jealousy of Rama who was out of place. If it wasn't the son of his boss, maybe that crazy guy had been throwing with his shoes for a long time.

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Btw

For those who can't be patient wait, up

the author doesn't want you to stay here, yeah...

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