
Bellova had finished cooking, and the food was served on the table. Not long after Abraham came in his black pajamas. Bellova gave a quick glance, was amazed and fascinated, then turned her gaze again.
“Waw. It looks really good.” Abraham opened a chair to sit in.
Bellova who was still busy in the kitchen took her other, Abraham waiting.
“Lov, where are you? Is there any more work in the kitchen?” Abraham looked at the kitchen.
“Ah..iya.” His wife came with a fried food that had been cooked.
Taps…
He put her on the table. The smell of his taste buds the more tempting Abraham was.
“Already? This all? Nothing else?” Ask Abraham.
“I..iya, Bram.” Reply Bellova gloomily.
Actually, Abraham asked like that is not the intention of what Bellova prepared is still lacking, but because Abraham just did not want to wait any longer. She waited for Bellova and could eat together. Only
just Bellova misinterpreted, she thought that Abraham was disappointed and hoped that many more food menus should be served.
“Tomorrow you don't have to cook dinner yes.” Abraham put food in his mouth.
“Uhuk...uhuk.. to.why? what...what is his cooking there that is lacking?” Ask her to panic.
Abraham gave Bellova a drink to drink.
“Pelan-pelan dong eat his. Tomorrow we'll go to your in-laws' house. There too - there
“You?” Abraham stared at her sharply as he still called her by that name.
“Ma..sorry..ak-ak.
“You were stubborn as well huh. What else do you have to do to let it go? Since we got married why has your attitude and behavior changed?” Abraham took a glass that had been filled with drinking water, and drank it.
“What is your real nature? Or are you because you don't want to marry me because you don't like me? Then-then
“Not!. mom. I just haven't gotten used to it. I'll try to get used to it. I. I like an.. Abraham kok.” Bellova answered nervously, her hands shaking on the table, and Abraham could see her.
Abraham sighed, putting down his glass again.
“Good. It's faster if you get used to it. I love your attitude and your attitude before her, so don't change. If you change, I will also be uncomfortable and uncomfortable. One of the reasons why I want to marry you, because I feel comfortable with you.” Abraham said casually and calmly, while Bellova's face flushed with Abraham's praise.
“I want to tell my family about our marriage, you've met them, right? So you definitely won't be surprised.” Abraham.
“What if they don't like Abraham marrying me?” Bellova looked at him.
Abraham smiled, making Bellova's face flushed.
“I'm glad you can call me right without being nervous.” Abraham gave his smiling excuse.
“Ehem. Your in-laws would rather the happiness of their children than impose their will on the three of us. Most of them would be surprised and ask me the reason why I got married with an impromptu like this. Once explained, they understand. So you just calm down. Okay?” Abraham smiled at Bellova again.
“Oke.” Bellova answered quickly.
And Abraham smiled back with the answer of his wife who impressed cute in his eyes.