Duda But Perjaka
[Season 2] Starting from Zero

"Honey, thank you so much" Chaca said, hugging Gandhi and kissing her husband's cheeks and lips.

Gandhi grabbed Chaca by the waist, sitting her in the lap of the man. Both of her hands were raised, gently stroking Chaca's cheeks, grabbing the child's hair that covered part of her pretty face.

"Darling, I promised myself. Whatever I do to make you happy. Don't thank me, this is my duty and responsibility as your imam" Gandhi said, staring at the two beads of pretty eyes in front of him.

Chaca felt soaring high into the clouds. His soul seemed to fly with his wish and dreams and did not want to go down again. Her heart always flowered, if it continued to be on the side of her beloved husband.

The feeling of haru always flows soaking the esophagus and soothing the soul of the body. Chaca, a girl who used to be arrogant, likes to say rude, almost every day clubing and drinking hard, likes midnight chirping. Now it has been born into a graceful Chaca, more mature, soft though sometimes hard sometimes when there is a teasing her and her husband.

Take the main reason, the man who now occupies half his soul. He who is able to tear apart the feelings of Chaca, he is also the one who illuminates Chaca in the dark. Bring it to the gate of goodness.

"If you think you're gonna keep this up, when are we gonna eat it, honey?" asked Gandhi to wake up Chaca's daydream.

"Eh" said Chaca rising from her seat. He pulled a chair beside Gandhi and sat on it.

The two of them started eating fried rice from Chaca. Uh no, but the result of a husband and wife collaboration that is always romantic. As for taste, don't ask again. Something that is made with love is definitely the result is special.

After finishing dinner, Chaca immediately cleaned up the kitchen that was like a ship broke due to her actions earlier. Gandhi was washing his dishes.

"Honey," call Gandhi raising his palm close to Chaca's left cheek.

Chaca looked over and ....

"Hhh, Honey!" chaca growled because her cheeks were full of foam.

Gandhi laughed heartily at the adorable expression of his wife in his eyes.

"His speech was serious" Gandhi said, washing his hands and then starting to clean Chaca's cheeks.

"If you keep joking when it's finished, Mas. It's cluttered clay, material splattered everywhere!" grunts Chaca cleaning back kitchen countertop.

"Hahaha .. That's what you do, honey!" gandhi pinched both Chaca's cheeks.

Chaca just grinned, "Ah yes yes," he chirps scratching his head that does not itch.

Then, they rushed to find a furniture store to fill their upcoming restaurant. The dark day made Gandhi rush to drive, but be careful.

A few minutes later, the car had stopped in the parking lot of a large store that provided various furniture and household supplies.

Chaca came down excitedly, he could not wait to immediately decorate the place as he wished.

"Darling, hunt!" she was ready to grab her husband's hand.

Gandhi closed the car door quickly, half running towards his wife. They go in hand, choosing quality items. Starting from the kitchen set, cleaning supplies, refrigerators, tables, chairs and at the same time accessories.

The two agreed, designing the restaurant into two modes. One side is classic, the other side is modern. There is also a safe and comfortable playground for children. The goal is that the restaurant can be visited by various ages. Prioritizing customer comfort of course.

They both play their roles. Gandhi asked Chaca to decorate as he wished, at a predetermined limit. It will also string in such a way in accordance with his wishful thinking.

Now they are separated, because of their choice of different paths. Nearly two hours they sorted and picked out the items needed. Then they met at the cashier. Chaca handed the debit card to the cashier.

Gandhi was not a man who liked to take advantage of circumstances. He did not want to make his parents' treasure to enrich themselves. Although Xander and Alice insisted, she remained tight-lipped with her stance. Namely, want to succeed with Chaca with the results of his efforts together with his wife. Gandhi wanted to be like his parents, successful with their own hard work.

"Honey, I did" said Chaca embracing her husband's arm.

"Can you get us here right now, Mas?" gandhi asked one of the officers there.

After giving the address, Chaca and Gandhi rushed towards their resto. Open it, then sit on the terrace while waiting for the furniture to come.

"Racid?" ask Gandhi to cupped Chaca's hand.

Chaca's breath is still stingy, fatigue is clearly visible on the surface of her beautiful face. The rest of the dried sweat also imprints clearly on the forehead down to the temples up to the cheeks.

"May our fatigue be a blessing, dear. We start from zero yes" said Chaca softly with a sweet smile on her lips.

"Aamiin, honey. Thank you, for fighting with me. I'm sure we can be like mom and dad." Gandhi embraced Chaca's body, showering kisses on her forehead, cheeks, nose and then on her lips. Really, he was very happy to have a wife who wanted to work hard like this.

"Wait a minute, I buy you a drink, yes" Gandhi rubbed Chaca's cheek gently.

Chaca nodded, she slid her legs together. Both hands held her back behind the body. His head looked up, his eyes closed enjoying the friction of the wind hitting his skin.

Gandhi came with two bottles of cold drink in his hand. He put it on Chaca's cheek, leaving her shocked and opening her eyes for a moment.

The two threw laughter at each other, Chaca grabbed a bottle and gulped it down slowly. Before long, there were 2 trucks carrying their purchases parked in a very large yard.

They then directed the workers to put the items according to their plans. Chaca and Gandhi kept shouting in the direction, occasionally helping to lift her up as well.

"You're my wife's amazing woman" Gandhi muttered, watching Chaca who was pacing back and forth.

He approached Chaca, whispering right at her teliga because of the noise, "Honey, you just rest. The rest let me set it," said Gandhi slowly hugging Chaca from behind. He held his chin on his wife's shoulder.

"A little more, dear," he said, patting Gandhi on the cheek softly with a pale face.

"No! I don't want you to be cut. Come on over there, rest!" gandhi was not. Guilt in his mind for letting his wife work hard.

"Yes, yes, my dear husband" chaca said as she walked away.

Just two steps away, Chaca's body staggered and fell. Luckily Gandhi's arm swiftly propped him up.

"God! Honey!" gandhi panicked.

Everyone stopped their activities. Gandhi carried her to a special room that already had his new spring bed.

"Please continue!" gandhi shouted while running.

Gandhi took off Chaca's flat shoes, loosened his belt and removed his jeans. Gandhi ran out after closing the door. He took a P3K box in the car.

Then running back in, his breathing still sting. He took wind oil and rubbed it on his stomach, palms and feet while rubbing it slowly. To be warmer.

"Darling, wakeup! Honey!" gurgling Gandhi rubbed the wind oil on Chaca's forehead, then tightened it on the nose, so that it was inhaled and hoped that Chaca would quickly wake up.

"The cha! Open your eyes, baby!" again with his left hand holding and kissing Chaca's hand.

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Still sweet sweet first ya babang gand ❤❤

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