
Mike ate up a plate of young mangoes, and Dasha sat cross-legged on the couch holding her pillow and laptop on the pillow.
'My tongue is still a little bit bitter' Inner Mike, he stared at the serious Dasha on the laptop on his lap.
Glue/
Mike looked at Dasha's lips with interest. "I really wanted to. I haven't felt it for a long time" said Mike.
Looks like Mike forgot his original goal of going home sooner:v
Dasha stretched her hands up and forward and..
Krekka..
Dasha's fingers are ringing. Dasha stared at her phone screen, "I don't feel like I've been writing for 2 hours" Gugam Dasha
Dasha shuts down And closes her leptop laying on the side of the sofa that she didn't sit on.
Dasha who was standing straight from the sofa suddenly left. Mike who from earlier was leaning on the head of the bed playing his phone while watching Dasha's movements.
"Stupid" Gugam Dasha moved from the bed to approach Dasha.
"What's your head filled with? Do you know, sitting cross-legged for too long can inhibit and stop blood flow for a while so that oxygen in the blood stops as a result of the toe muscles become cramping and painful. The toe muscles will experience tension and numbness. And moreover your feet are still not fully healed, you are also pregnant, you can hurt your baby." Mike said at length, Dasha looked at Mike confusedly. 'What does this include concern for fellow humans?' Inner Dasha, Mike carried Dasha to the bed.
"don't do it again" Mike said, putting Dasha in bed.
"Hey.I don't want to sleep and my legs aren't numb anymore" Dasha said as Mike was about to blanket her.
"dirty.. What are you doing" Pekik Dasha reflex draped her hands around Mike's neck.
Mike carries Ala bridal style Dasha out of the Room, Down the stairs to the dining table.
The waiter who witnessed to the master's accord and their mistress was also happy.
"What's your head putting in water?" Dasha looked at Mike who was still holding her.
"Quick put me down, you are not ashamed at seeing them (servants)" said Dasha glancing around.
"Where did you take me?" Dasha
"obey, don't be stubborn." Mike's Speech
"Who's stubborn" Cibir Dasha, Mike dropped Dasha on the dining table chair.
"Eat, after this I want to talk to you about something" Mike said.
"Tell me what you want to say now" Dasha said.
"What?" Dasha said, Mike looked at her.
Dasha glanced at Mike's plate which was still empty, Dasha understood. "Ck, don't you have any hands" said Dasha, still filling Mike's plate. (Ngertiin aja mbak, her husband again cravings xixi)
While enjoying lunch, one of the waiters approached Mike.
"Sir John is in the master's living room" said the waiter
"He has come?. I'll meet him" Mike said, sipping a glass of water at the end of his lunch.
Dasha gave a quick glance at Mike and continued eating his food, after all it was not his business not to say hello to Mike's guests.
'Name John markets once' Inner Dasha chuckled.
"What are you laughing at?" Said Mike frowning. "Nothing" Briefly Dasha took a glass and gulped down its contents (white water).
"It's over, you're full?" Mike looked at Dasha and glanced at Dasha's plate which was already clean.
Seeing Dasha standing up, Mike quickly grabbed Dasha's body and carried her back.
"I told you I can walk by myself" Kesal Dasha.
"And I told you to say, if you keep walking before your leg wound is completely healed, it'll take time for the looker" Mike said, stepping into the living room.
"i.e., why are you taking me to the living room, I want to go back to the room" said Dasha. Mike's ears were completely tested by Dasha.
'Sorry' Inner Mike looked at Dasha, I don't know what he meant.
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