Husband, Honey Mouth Poison
classy clothes

"Michel mau masakin rice fried terasi. Mother Raisya used to love cooking fried rice terasi. It tastes delicious." Michel was very happy. Radiated from his face developed a smile with sparkling eyes.

Michel's tongue seemed to miss the cuisine that Raisya had made before. It was like treating the longing he had been harboring all this time. Besides missing it is delicious. And that feeling is still strong in the memory of Michel to this day.

"From now on no one can cook what Raisya's mother cooks. Cook and eat what he never made!" Nathan's voice sounded discordant.

What do all the words that do not allow Raisya cuisine to be present in the house mean? Is the cooking bad? Or does he not like it?

"Cihh.it sounded just sentimental." Raisya said in his heart.

Nathan's early fashion is back. 'Surprising, and scary' Maybe that's what people who've known him before would say, like bi Siti.

It was different from Raisya who had just known Nathan. He just glared at the man who now holds the status of husband.

What does this mean, people? What grudge is not acceptable?

Raisya looked at Nathan's face as well as Michel's. He did not understand why he also forbid making fried rice. Lest he be allergic to the name of the stench. Because not everyone likes terasi especially Nathan who incidentally grew up abroad. In addition to the strange smell, he may have allergies to certain foods. That was what was on Raisya's mind at the moment.

Raisya immediately turned the body and turned off the stove so as not to make Michel his favorite fried rice.

"Bi Siti please throw away what was on the frying pan. I don't want that smell in this house too long. And don't forget to spray the fragrance onto the Mang Diman to remove that bad smell."

"Okay sir!" Bi Siti swiftly brought a kettle containing stir fry out and was about to throw the contents all together would have Mang Diman spray perfume.

Nathan was still standing in his place. Her eyes widened while scanning for the appearance of Raisya who was wearing a thin white shirt that could see the contents inside with the neck hemisphere of Sabrina model made her bra strap exposed freely. Not to mention pop pants with tufted thread ends, looks lack of material is showing off his smooth thighs.

Raisya who himself felt stared at like that felt uneasy until his neutrality followed the direction of Nathan's gaze.

Is there something strange?

Raisya went up and down observing her appearance.

Not yet had he asked about the strange matter, Nathan's mouth again voiced.

"Replace all of your non-classy clothes! It makes me disgusted to see it." Nathan immediately let go of Raisya and Michel went upstairs to his room .

"Mmh. mother, no offense! Daddy likes to talk about it! Everyone already knows that daddy's talking is a bit rude." Michel apparently caught Raisya's slight disenchantment after hearing Nathan's words.

"Ga pa-pah. Mother go to the room first!" Raisya walked straight to Michel's room.

After entering Michel's room, Raisya instead of changing his clothes fell asleep on Michel's bed hugging the bolster. Nathan's words felt like thorns in Raisya's heart.

Raisya was just daydreaming about what was going to happen in front of him. She was imagining how Nathan treated her all this time. Maybe not much different from now or maybe more than this? He was feeling sorry for himself.

Raisya wiped her watery eyes and closed her eyes. The intention to make food for Michel evaporated just like that. Raisya needs to organize his emotions so as not to be as fragile as before. Inexplicably accepting an unwanted soul mate, also putting his life in the hands of an unknown male, it made him even more helpless.

Michel was just pecking at the door of the room watching Raisya turn her back. He knew Raisya's feelings were not good. There was a person who immediately matched his father with his karakin like that. That's also the level of roughness has decreased compared to before therapy. But cayenne pepper ya cayenne pepper. surely the name of the chili remains spicy until this world is over.

"Non Michel wants to be taught what is the same bi Siti?" Bi Siti could not bear to see the face of Michel who had been happy now looks moody.

"No bi. Michel wants to eat what's on the table. But.. " Michel's eyes looked into his room, thinking of someone who was sleeping in his bed.

"Auntie can cook chicken no? Or rica-rica?" Michel thinks of Raisya's favorite. He asks bi Siti to cook Raisya's favorite food so that her mood changes.

"Can non. Aunty's gonna make it non Michel." Bi Siti who is good at cooking does not refuse Michel's request.

"Not for me bi, but for mom. I usually love that food." Michel tries to please Raisya in order to stay at home.

"Oh. for madam. Good auntie, excuse me, I'll prepare a non-requested meal." Bi Siti walked into the kitchen directly preparing the ingredients needed for cooking.

Michel ate at the dining table alone with the menu available. Oxtail soup, emping and fried tofu. Usually this menu is very liked by his father if he is in Indonesia.

Meanwhile Nathan after lying down wakes up and goes into the bathroom to clean his body. After finishing the shower he wears a home shirt with loose material pants and tidying his still wet hair.

Since it was already mealtime, Nathan went downstairs to join the dining table.

"Dad.I ate first." Michel turned to Nathan who was pulling the chair.

"Hmmm... " He answered short.

Nathan frowned. He didn't see Raisya in the kitchen let alone the dining table.

"Where.. Mother?" Nathan questions Raisya's whereabouts to Michel.

"There's a room." Michel replied while chewing.

"What meda?" Nathan curious.

"So he fell asleep."

"Call him!" Nathan told Michel to call him.

"Good dad." Michel got down from the chair and woke Raisya up.

Raisya who was not sleeping so he was called to immediately turn his head.

"Bun. is called daddy."

"M." Mmm." Raisya got out of bed and went out of the room to Nathan.

"You're a bitch what a fool?" Nathan saw that Raisya's clothes had not changed.

"I don't know what classy clothes you think are rich?"