Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
Wife Dream

My heart is beating ria. How not if after bathing my clothes are available on my bed that is neat. My wife is also beautiful even with her simple makeup. He fits perfectly into his work shirt suit, looking like a graceful young secretary. He even took the time to put on my tie and coat even though I could do the thing myself. I refused, but he insisted on doing so.

"Let me be filial" he said.

Uhuh... melted me.

Rangga's happy, Ma. Holy really is a warm and caring wife figure.

"Just a little attention" he said, as if he knew the contents of my head. "I'll do this as often as I can while I can and haven't bothered with the child's business."

So sweet's....

I smiled happily treated like that. "Thank you, honey. You really are a dream wife. I'm lucky to have you. Beautiful, kind, loving, attentive, it's all on you."

"Em, I thought I deserved one kiss?"

Ah, of course, one kiss. One on the forehead, one on the cheeks, and one on the lips.

Triple points! He giggles.

"Are you sure you want to work? Don't want a honeymoon first?"

She shook her head. "We talked about this before we got married. Every day with you is like a honeymoon. Why go all the way? What matters is our togetherness and intimacy. Aye, right?"

Yep, he's right. "Hmm, its ok. We've had a honeymoon in Singapore."

Again he giggled. "Don't remember anymore, dong, Mas. That's naughtiness. I'm shy. Please forget, yeah." Her lips cut off a young girl. "Okay, my husband is handsome and neat. Come on, let's go down, then have breakfast. The hot soup is waiting for you."

I nodded, grabbed my wallet and my watch on the nightstand and put it on. "Come on."

"I don't have a stick." he murmured.

"Milk?"

I grinned at the sight of two glasses of milk on the table. Oh my God, when was the last time I drank milk? Never again since college. It's been a long time.

"Yep, milk," he said. "From now on you should drink milk or fruit juice. You want to have kids soon, right? So from now on I will ban my husband from consuming caffeine, nicotine, and alcohol. Debate no. You have to live healthy. Okay?"

Hmm. okay, I'll obey. "You're exactly my mama. He used to force me to drink milk."

"Good, dong. You know, I believe - the one who gives us milk, means he loves us very much. That means your mom loves you very much, right?"

I smiled knot. "That means you too? Do you love me so much?"

"What kind of question, anyway, is that? Need me toanswer? Hmm?"

It was my turn to giggle. "Yes, yeah, I know. I'll drink your milk."

Eh?

Spontaneous I nagak. Oh my mouth.

"Huh, you, yeah!" his voice was shrill, with sharp bulging eyes and pursed lips. But still beautiful, sweet and cute.

Whose wife? Rangga Sanjaya's wife, dong....

"Sorry, Honey. I was wrong, I mean. Milk, warm and sweet drink."

Haha. The face of the fiery red Saint restrained the embarrassment of realizing the entire kitchen was holding back a laugh.