Arjuna's Wife (Limited Outreach)
Special Chapter Seven

Special Chapter Seven

Juna asked Bik Tiyas and Lina to leave the kitchen and dining area. He was on a mission to relieve the anger of his wife, wanted to speak freely alone.

Juna, wearing an apron, began to act in a clean kitchen that was directly connected to the dining room. Occasionally glance at Anggi while carving a handsome smile deadly flagship. Spread the charm on her beloved pregnant woman was sitting on the dining chair, bending her beautiful face.

“What creamy paste you want, honey? Creamy Chicken or Tuna?” juna asked crisply, still persistent put on a smile even though the one asked continued to frown conically.

“Creamy Chicken,” Anggi replied briefly, her tone is tight, which to Juna sounds adorable. His wife who sulked heavily this time even made him flowery, increasingly feeling loved by Anggi's reaction of blind jealousy.

“OK, Ratuku,” seductive rayunya, which greeted Anggi by rolling his eyes lazy.

Juna began to boil water mixed with a spoonful of oil and a quarter teaspoon of salt, the oil serves so that the strands of spaghetti paste are not sticky to each other, while salt is added so that the boiled pasta is more delicious.

Juna does have pent-up expertise in making delicious pasta that only Anggi knows after several years of marriage. When Anggi wants to eat pasta in the middle of the night when the ART go home. Since then he was addicted, especially in the second pregnancy this many different things happened to him whether it was mood or appetite.

A plate of creamy chicken pasta that is still steaming is served, along with a glass of fresh orange juice.

“It's ripe, let's eat quickly.” Juna gripped the fork into Anggi's hand, pulled up the chair and sat down next to Anggi.

Without many words, Anggi devoured the food in front of him after berto’a, eating it without thanking Juna as he usually did. Chewing greedily while still bending the face.

Juna chuckled softly, holding Anggi's long hair so that his wife could eat without being disturbed by her untied stray hair, as well as wiping Anggi's mouth slightly sagged.

“Which way, yummy?” tanya Juna tried to open the conversation.

“Eat it slowly, later choke,” said Juna in a soft persuading tone. Trying hard to melt his wife's anger through his attention which is too sweet and difficult to resist.

A portion of delicious pasta has moved to the hull of Anggi in just twenty minutes, do not forget a glass of orange juice and half a glass of water come toilet.

Patiently waiting for his wife to finish eating, when Anggi stood up and was about to leave, Juna held back gently by holding her wrist.

“Honey, there's something we should talk about. I know maybe you're still upset to see me and talk to me right now. But, there are things that I want to straighten out right now too,” said Juna, the atmosphere that enveloped the room is starting to get serious now.

“About what?” ketus Anggi is not friendly.

“Of course about your anger, darling. You opened the bottom desk drawer in my office this afternoon right?”

“If so why? No wife can open her own husband's drawer!” sambar Anggi fierce. Her chest was flat, her eyes glistening sharply.

Juna pulled Anggi who was still standing, discouraged him from sitting on his lap and hugged him, not giving up even though Anggi thrashed away with a face that began to blush again.

“Not so, of course it can. Even if you want to open my shirt is very, very permissible,” he said trying to soften Anggi who looks tighten the jaw again.

“Now I ask. Why is there a lady dress labeled VN Fashion hidden in Mas's desk drawer? Got who? And why should VN Fashion!” the angry crowd that now started crying again

“Mas evil! I hate that shirt brand, I hate!” Anggi beats Juna on the shoulder, and Juna lets Anggi vent his anger while crying. He will explain this misunderstanding after Anggi is satisfied to spill anger and more calm later.

Seriate.