Wife Revenge Wasted

Sugar factory

This was Jharna's first taping shoot for a national television program. After previously his face only appeared in short-term advertisements or various print and online media, this time he will fill the glass screen for a duration of about half an hour. Time is quite long and he must try to make the audience not bored.

Together with a famous chef, they cook in front of the camera. They are compact to make dishes from the basic ingredients of crabs that once failed to make Jharna. This cuisine also reminds Jharna of the cruelty of the mother-in-law who threw onions on her face. Does not cause wounds on the face, but the pain imprints on the heart.

This show is one of revenge by proving he can make it. Makian Widi at that time had to be paid in full with applause and the satisfaction of the owner of the show for his performance.

“Wah, it looks like this Jharna is used to cooking huh?” comments of the young chef who is next to Jharna. Luckily Jharna was invited in a program with a chef who is famous among young mothers and even young girls.

“If it says it can cook, yes it can, for personal consumption. But not as great as chef,” timpal Jharna as it is.

“Hahahaha. I am still learning too. Failing to make again, failing to make again, later also met with the characteristics of our cuisine that will be in demand by many people." The chef was full of spirit. He helped Jharna cut vegetables.

"A good motivation for me that if it fails little directly want to goreog," said Jharna.

"Hahahahha. His patience is as thin as tisue in seven ya buk," Chef was sad reply.

"Hahahahah.. yaa.. look right from his face, tense like this." Jharna pointed at his own face that was blushing due to the heat of the stove.

"No, it's just the beauty I see" the chef said, calling the studio 'Cieee.

"Hahaha. bekanda yaa. don't take heart." The young man immediately clarified his words.

"It's relaxing, just entertainment." Jharna answered him casually.

"Bettoull!! Let the announcer at home not tense cooking. By the way, house people usually who is Jharna masakin?” The conversation began to get distracted.

“There are good people sitting there. She's a test victim of my cooking as well as a commentator for every dish I make.” Jharna pointed at Kelvin with the corner of his eye.

The man had a small smile on the bleachers, he thought Jharna would not call it.

“By the dong interview of the victim, we ask how the taste of Jharna cuisine so far?” The chef asked the crew to get closer to Kelvin.

“Enak!” kelvin said, pointing two thumbs at the camera.

“Hahahaha.. yummy said.” The chef laughed at Kelvin's reddened face. Jharna smiled to see Kelvin's adorable face when embarrassed so. “Can you know who he is?” The chef was curious.

Jharna did not immediately reply, he stared at Kelvin for a while. Kelvin could not wait for Jharna's answer to the Chef. Will she answer the husband? Hah, Kelvin's heart is pounding erratically.

“She is like one of the mainstay recipes of my life, secret,” the woman said with a faint smile.

“Hahahaha Jharna was just laughing, a laugh that made Kelvin smile happily. Honestly, he did not expect Jharna's answer.

The cooking session was smooth and fun. The episode will be aired in the next two days. The team will do the editing and Jharna prepares to witness his own silence in front of the camera.

“So I what recipe?” Kelvin was still curious about Jharna's answer. He is currently taking the woman to dinner at a luxury restaurant.

“Emmm, what yes?” Jharna pretended to think.

“Heey, don't make me curious,” Kelvin pinches Jharna's cheeks in anxiety.

“Aduuhh Vinn, pain tau. My powder will fade,” protest Jharna with eyes that round irritated and pursed lips.

“Through whatan, people you do not use powder,” Kelvin rubbed the cheeks of Jharna reddened and plain without makeup.

“Hehehehe... Yes also yes, I forgot. Though you invited me to eat to this place, but I did not even dance. Shame on Vin?” Unknowingly Jharna begins to ask Kelvin for his opinion on his appearance.

“Emang you want to dance for whom?” Kelvin put down his spoon and preferred to look at Jharna with his chin supported by his right hand.

“There deh....” said the woman, with a naturally reddened face.

“You did not dandan also tetep pretty kok,” said Kelvin while rubbing the head of Jharna for a while.

“Bless you. Your hands make me this beautiful. Originally you know yourself,” Jharna poked Kelvin's left hand on the table. Her lips are slightly pursed.

Suddenly Kelvin's hand caught Jharna's index finger and clasped his hand tightly. Jharna was shocked and looked at Kelvin with his eyes round.

“I didn't tell you to dance, because I didn't demand that you look beautiful in front of me. Look at what you want and are capable of, because whatever you are, you are still the most beautiful in my heart. Hem?” Kelvin said slowly but full of seriousness. The man even pulled Jharna's hand and touched it to his left chest, where his heart was pounding very fast.

The heartbeat is like carrying an electric charge that makes Jharna's heart beat fast. Only with kelvin can he hear sweet words. Whether in the present or in the past, when his body was being destroyed and filled with wounds.

“You sugar factory huh? It's really sweet. Thank you Vin,” said Jharna who marked the man. He always felt touched by Kelvin's every thoughtfulness and words that sounded so sincere, but he could not show his feelings any more clearly.

“Anything for you,” is let down by Jharna's hand which he is currently holding, gently and emotionally. Jharna can only be grateful in his heart, can meet men as good as Kelvin. I don't know what good he has done until God replaced it by meeting him with a figure Kelvin who is truly extraordinary.

There were many sentences that Jharna wanted to express to this man, but there were still things that stuck up his feelings. Maybe he had to wait a while, solve all his problems before revealing those sentences other than the sentence, ‘thank you’ he used to say.

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