DEVANYE. STILL LOVING YOU
part 60's
Since that night's talk, Devan's attitude has turned cold on me. I miss the old Devan. Devan now believes more in what his mother said. Where's Devan who always persuades me when I'm angry?
I sobbed, somehow unable to sleep even though these eyes had been tried to be closed when it was almost one night.
The bed was moving behind me.
"Honey, what's wrong?" my tears are flowing more and more. I haven't heard Devan call me that in four days. "Hey. Are you sick?" Devan shook my shoulder.
"Hon?" i'm silent. I wanted to turn around and hug her. But I feel angry because Devan doesn't believe me.
"Anye. I'm sorry!" Devan hugged me from behind. He put his chin on my arm.
"You're still upset about our last conversation?" devan asked pulling my body back, but my face was still on the wall.
"Sorry baby. Ii'm sorry. You want us to move into an apartment? Okay we'll be there tomorrow. But you don't get angry anymore, do you?" I turned my head around, looking at Devan whose face was right above me.
"Are we moving out tomorrow?" I just can't believe it. Devan just nodded with a smile. I was delighted, reflexively draping both of my hands around her neck and hugging her tightly.
"Anje...I'm suffocating!!" devan's voice faltered while patting my arm.
"sorry. I'm too happy." I said as I stretched my arms.
"You happy?"
"Yes, of course I'm happy."
"But I have one request."
"What?" much
"We go back to the apartment, but if I have to go out of town you have to want me to go to my mom. Okay?"
Thinking for a moment. It's better than I have to listen to my sharp-tongued mama all day.
"But if I want to go to the house of oma, can't I?" trying to bargain.
"May, but you must be a good boy tomorrow from morning to evening you must obey your mother. We'll move out after I get home from the office." I'm happy, but it's sobbing making Devan worry.
"What else is it? Is anyone sick?" Devan gasped and sat down.
"I miss you.hikss..you are evil... You have not talked to me for four days, not to talk to our children, not to hug me, not to call me honey,.hwaaa...." my tears won't stop, but the tightness in my chest for these few days just evaporated out of nowhere. I'm glad to say it.
Devan just chuckles.
"I'm sorry!" Devan took me into his arms. I miss, very Dev.
"I miss you too, do I hurt your feelings?" i'm nodding. Smelling Devan's body that I missed so much these days.
"Sorry, for the night. I didn't mean to snatch you. I just want you not to spoil Nye."
"So you think I've been spoiled all this time?" shoving Devan's chest, not accepting he called me spoiled.
"What's been spoiling me all this time, huh? You can't do anything in the apartment, which is always cooking you, which is always cleaning you, which is washing your clothes, I wake up all you've done! So who's to blame if I'm spoiled? YOU!!!" Shouted at the end of the sentence. My chest is up and down, emotions. Devan only scratched behind his ear with a strange look.
"What!!!" ask for a sarcasm as he approaches.
"Hehe. I'm just.mau..."
"You what?!!" Devan slightly stayed away shuffling his hair and instead making him even more handsome. The look on his face made clear.
"I'm wrong!" his great-grandson.
"What should I do to keep you from getting angry?" he asked, his eyes blinked made as funny as possible.
"Honey, I'm really sorry that all this time I've made you so spoiled. I don't realize, I just want you not to be tired, I just want you to focus on our child, I don't want you to be tired and anything happens with our child..."
"So all you're worried about is this kid? I ain't?" it's sad, no one wants to.
Devan scratched the back of his head. Silently staring at me.
"Hey, don't you!" This time I pulled him into his arms. "I Love you. What do I say every day?"
"Yesterday no!" irritated say.
"Haha, yes sorry. Four days, right?"
"I LOVE YOU."
"I LOVE YOU."
"I LOVE YOU."
"I LOVE YOU."
"Four right?"
"That's not enough!" my words are getting irritated.
"Where can be equated with your attitude all this time!"
"Then what should I do?" Devan swiped the tip of his nose around my neck. Amused!
Kruyukk. Kruyukk.
My stomach is ringing.
"Can you cook spaghetti for me? I'm hungry!" my great-grandchild.
"All right! Just so you'll forgive me, I'll make it." Devan then let go of me. Take the shirt out of the closet and wear it. It all did not escape my sight. He's cool!
"Follow." my great-grandson was spoiled as he extended my hand.
Devan understood, he took me bridal and took me downstairs to the kitchen.
"Bas on spoiled children!" I grinned my head at his neck.
I can't keep getting angry with Devan!
Devan was busy cutting, slicing, and occasionally stirring pasta noodles in the pot. I sat at the pantry table, just watching her nimblely bowing the place. Before long the spaghetti I asked for was finished.
"Here, let's eat!"
"Babouts!" I said with a spoiled tone.
"Geez, when won't you get spoiled, huh?" tanyakanya. I just shrugged both my shoulders.
"Let's hurry the bribe. This is your son asking for you!" Devan chuckles but also lifts the spaghetti sheet with a fork and blows it cold.
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