Trapped in Love Naughty CEO

285. I want that

Sofyan immediately pulled over his car when he found out the woman was crying. There was a sense of regret in his heart, regret for having said something that made him sad.

He then pulled Maya's arm to bring her in his arms.

"Sorry, May. Sorry if I spoke wrongly. You don't cry." Sofyan cupped both of Maya's cheeks and wiped her tears with her thumb.

Maya shook her head quickly. Then let go of Sofyan's embrace violently. "I'm going downstairs and find it myself."

"Eh, no! The danger!" Sofyan quickly blocked Maya's arm as she was about to descend upon opening the door.

"Let's go Ayank! I'll buy it myself!" Maya throws Sofyan's hand apart, but quickly her husband pulls her waist up to make Maya sit back. So Sofyan quickly closed the door and locked it.

"Don't be mad, May. I'm sorry, let's go find some more." Sofyan rushed back to run his car and drive, he was very scared when he saw Maya was angry.

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Sofyan's car stops right in the parking lot of one of Jakarta's attractions, the old city museum. Maybe there are traders there who sell seblak, because the atmosphere there is always crowded every day and every time.

There are also some young women who hang out even for just coffee together or a ride in front of a large yard outside the museum.

"Come down, May." Sofyan got out of his car and opened the door for Maya to get out. The woman immediately went down without saying any words, her face still pouting.

Sofyan walked while embracing Maya's waist, the glare of her eyes already circling around. Find the food Maya wants.

It turns out that Sofyan's choice to go there is not wrong, because there are so many traders lined up in a special place and one of the stalls that read the name 'Seblak Ceker' is also there. It is open 24 hours and there is a place to eat it too.

"Mom, order one. Don't be too spicy" Sofyan told an elderly woman wearing a veil. He's a seblak seller.

"Eat here or wrap, sir?" Mother turned around to ask.

Sofyan immediately turned to Maya, his lips just gaping wanting to ask. But the woman was already sitting on the wooden bench in front of the table.

"Eat here, Mom. Just make me black coffee, isn't there?"

"There is, but instant coffee is okay, right?"

"Yes, it's okay. And ...." Sofyan looked at Maya who was both staring at him. "What do you want to drink, May?"

"Es sweet tea," replied Maya with a face that was still pouting.

"One warm sweet tea, Mom."

"Es sweet tea, not Ayank's warm sweet tea." Maya opens her voice, thinking that Sofyan misheard her. That guy was intentional.

"Is sweet tea or warm sweet tea right?" ask the seller's mother who looks confused.

"Es sweet tea."

"Sweet tea is warm."

They spoke simultaneously, but the two answers were different.

"May, don't drink ice. It's still too early, not good," Sofyan softly rebuked.

"But I'm a kepengen."

"Have not been recalcitrant, the important thing is to buy." Sofyan did not care about his wife's request, then spoke again with the hooded mother. "Tea's warm, Mom."

"Good."

After that Sofyan sat down beside Maya.

"If it's not sweet iced tea I don't want to drink ah," said Maya annoyed, then playing mobile phone.

Maya turned to Sofyan while scowling. "Now is it okay? What if I'm thirsty?"

"Yes just drink."

"But Ayank said it was warm sweet tea, not iced tea. I don't want to drink it."

Sofyan rubbed his face and rubbed his chest, trying to be patient even though he was already very irritated.

However, it suddenly flashed inside his brain— about Maya's change of attitude. Usually the woman always complies with everything she says. But somehow tonight Maya looks very changed and annoying. Like it wasn't Maya that Sofyan used to know.

'Kok Maya suddenly sneezed like this, anyway? Not yesterday's feeling. Is he tired of marrying me? Ah but .. instead of Maya saying that she's happy, huh? Then why can it change?'

Sofyan and Maya look at each other, but they are both silent until finally seblak, coffee and warm sweet tea are presented on the table.

Sofyan grabbed a cup of coffee that still looks steamy, then he took a little sip.

Instead of eating immediately, Maya was watching the sip of coffee on her husband's neck and it made her want it. The woman gulped her saliva violently.

"You why? How do you see me continue? Not eating seblak," said Sofyan who knew Maya who had seen him since.

"I want that ...." Maya rolled her eyes in the other direction.

"That's what? Coffee?" Sofyan gives the coffee cup in his hand to Maya, but the woman shakes her head. 'Oh yeah, he wouldn't drink if he didn't have iced tea. Ah this Maya.'

Sofyan felt unbearable if right now Maya was thirsty, the woman was also now just watching seblak and had not eaten it. In Sofyan—'s mind, Maya may not want to eat because she has not been drinking and currently she is thirsty.

"Mom! Ice tea is sweet. Order one!" Forced Sofyan to order, rather than his wife, he was angrier.

"That I can't drink ice, what's the message?" asked Maya while looking at Sofyan who was drinking coffee again. But what he saw was not his face, but yet another gulp of coffee on the man's neck.

"You want that." Sofyan.

"If you can't, I can drink this." Maya immediately drank a warm sweet tea on the glass until the remaining half, then she began to spoon seblak into her mouth.

'Why did he say he wanted that? That's what?' inner Sofyan.

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Suddenly Maya felt full, even though only two mouthfuls of seblak into the mouth. Already so he ate also unfocused, since last glanced directly at Sofyan who was drinking coffee.

"Ayank .. I'm full."

"That's not over yet, there's a lot. Satiety time?" Sofyan saw the bowl in front of his wife.

"But I'm full, don't want to eat anything." Maya stroked her own stomach.

"Continue now what do you want? Mumpung here a lot of sales .. so all buy it."

In Sofyan's brain suddenly flashed a shadow of a mattress, he felt like he wanted to quickly go home to lie down and sleep. Now he's honestly sleepy, but under arrest.

"I want that, Ayank."

"That's what?" Sofyan frowned, tangent to Maya's question that was just staring at her.

"That's ...."

"What is that? Which clearly speaks. That's meatballs, that's chicken noodles, that's fried rice, that's satay or that's what?"

"I'm ashamed to say it. There are a lot of people." Maya looked around, many people who went back and forth to buy snacks around the stall to the left right of the place.

"Why embarrassed? Just talk to me."