Duda But Perjaka
[Season 2] My Best Woman

The morning sun began to emerge from the contest, warming every person who stood on the earth. A couple is still locked in bed.

They went back to sleep after the dawn service. Overtime overnight makes them lack of rest time. But both of them enjoyed it so much.

Gandhi squirmed his eyes. He shifted his body closer to his wife, clutching the small body in her arms.

Chaca wakes up, turns her body to face her husband. Then she put her head on her husband's chest.

"Good morning, my dear," said Gandhi, who kissed his wife's forehead.

"hmmm," murmured Chaca lazily.

"Let's wake up, there's an hour in the morning, right?" Gandhi touched his female chin. Then give a friendly kiss on Chaca's lips.

Chaca still feels heavy opening her eyes. Gandhi stroked the soft long hair of Chaca. He never tired of staring at the cute face of the wife even though he just woke up.

"Why are you getting prettier, honey. I feel like I want to stay in the room all day with you," he said anxiously showering kisses on Chaca's cheeks.

"Udah dong dear, amused," elak Chaca shut her husband's mouth, she turned her back to her husband.

Gandhi laughed at her. To her willing however and under any circumstances, Chaca remains the most beautiful woman in her eyes also always looks seductive.

"Mandi with yuk" asked Gandhi to scatter his nose on his wife's shoulder. The warm breath felt on the woman's neck and ears made her body crumble.

Chaca continued to wriggle with foresight. "No! It'll take longer, take a shower first!" the object covers the entire body with a blanket.

Gandhi rattled Chaca's hair, got out of bed and took a shower. Because the sun is rising.

After coming out with a fresh body, the man changed clothes and walked slowly to the kitchen. He sipped some water and began to bring out the ingredients for cooking. He realized last night not to let his beautiful wife rest. So now he's going to make her breakfast.

When he was busy sauteing, suddenly there were two hands coiled in his stomach. That makes the man the highest.

"Darling! Ngagetin," exclaimed Gandhi putting down the spatula. He cupped his wife's cheeks, smirking her whole face.

Chaca hugged the man very tightly, "Sorry, I'm not a good wife yet" she said slowly.

"Who said that? You're the best woman created from my ribs" Gandhi said, shifting her second body, regaining the spatula.

Gandhi had little trouble continuing his cooking, as Chaca was unwilling to let go of his embrace. But he was also happy, his cooking was full of love.

"I never cook for you, nyuci nyetrika also loundry, clean as I like, just can ngrepotin you, anyway" he said again.

"Darling, you're my wife not my maid. As long as I can do it, it doesn't matter to me. I've been used to it since I was a kid. Never mind anything" Gandhi said, turning off the stove.

Gandhi invited him to sit at the dinner table. While he squatted in front of his wife, while holding both hands Chaca.

"Thank you my husband. I'm so lucky to be your companion, I love you so much" Chaca said gently with a radiance of love.

"I love you more, darling. I never asked you to be a perfect wife. Because I have many shortcomings myself. I only asked for one thing. Whatever happens next, stay with me through all the trials of our marriage, stay true to our love, age together to care for each other. You are the source of my happiness. Never stay with me" said Gandhi, kissing Chaca's hands.

Chaca was filled with all Gandhi said, she nodded with tears of joy. Repeatedly she expressed gratitude, because she was met and united with a man who was almost perfect in her eyes.

Gandhi stood up wiping his tears gently, then clasped them. "Thank you very much, Mom," that's the only thing you can say. His happiness at this moment could not be expressed in words.

"Don't cry, be a strong woman. Shower there! Do I want to take a shower?" goda Gandhi cupped both of his cheeks.

Chaca shook her head, she got up from her seat and kissed her husband's lips. His face met, he ran to his room. Gandhi looked at her with a happy smile.

The man continued the delayed cooking. It didn't take long, it was all at the dinner table. Chaca had also gone down with the books in her arms.

They had breakfast with a warm conversation. Gandhi occasionally wiped his wife's mouth, because of her hasty eating.

"That feels good, Mom. Always make my appetite increase. No less resto-resto out there. It's as simple as any food you make, it's special" said Chaca, throwing two thumbs up in front of her husband.

Gandhi rubbed his hair. "Because make him full of love, honey," he continued to eat.

"Honey, how about we make a restaurant," suggested Chaca with sparkling eyes.

Gandhi frowned, thinking for a moment. There is also a point in Chaca's words. Because of the people who knew of his status, it would definitely be impossible to work in a company or any other place belonging to someone else. Moreover, he always refused his papa's offer to hold the company.

"Good idea, honey. Later we will discuss together yes, you have to go to college first," said Gandhi and then gulped water in front of him. Chaca was excited.

Gandhi then drove Chaca to the college. After arriving, Chaca kissed her husband's hand with a kiss on his forehead and lips.

"Where are you going today, Mom?" chaca asked tidying up the bag on her shoulder and the book in her arms.

"You know what," Gandhi joked back at the steering wheel looking at Chaca with a charming smile.

"No need, just give me money," Chaca joked.

"ATM's you who hold it, dear," said Gandhi straightened his body, wiping the top of Chaca's head.

Chaca laughed, "Oh yes!" he said goodbye to come down.

The two waved to each other, Gandhi then turned his car left the campus of his wife.

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Andin was so embarrassed to remember what he did last night. All this time, he never complained or told anyone about his life.

Chaca only knows a little about it, because Andin is the one who shuts down. I don't know why he can tell the roots of his life. Andin was really embarrassed, let alone last night she hugged the man so tightly.

There were quick footsteps leading to the room. Run more precisely.

"What's wrong?" bryan asked frantically hearing Andin's scream.

Bryan sat on the edge of the bed, slowly unwrapping the blanket, but was held back by Andin. The girl was confused and embarrassed.

"Andin, what's wrong?" repeat Bryan again.

After a while, he finally opened the blanket and sat himself down.

"Ma .. sorry, sir. Eee .. I have to go home. Let's just say last night I didn't talk about anything. Thank you so much for the ride, sir." Hurriedly Andin looked for his bag running out.

"Hey, Andin!" bryan shouted that was not touched by him. Andin kept running out, really he felt like drowning in the bottom of the sea. Bryan was confused by Andin's behavior.

Then, Bryan rushed to take a shower. He made breakfast and ate it. Soon he was ready to go to college. As it passed about to come out, the tail of his eyes caught something on the table.

"Is this your phone?" bryan muttered softly.

He dared to open the phone. It was clear that the screen showed a plain girl who was smiling very pretty. Bryan involuntarily smiled, his fingers rubbing the flat object screen.

"Beautiful," he chirped.

"Eh, what am I!" he said when he became aware of his behavior.

He then typed in the number and kept the number there. Do not forget to dial the number also before finally pocketing the second phone.

Bryan was standing on the side of the road trying to stop a taxi. Suddenly, a red sedan stopped right in front of him.

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