Husband's Regret: Betrayed for Not Getting Pregnant
Everything's for you, Honey!

The man's hands were so agile as to move when feeding food into the mouth using chopsticks. Rayyan was so good at eating all the snacks that were eaten by Arumi.

Sit with your left hand propping up your chin, while your other hand is on the table. Secretly Arumi admired the good looks of the lover. Thick eyebrows curl over narrowed eyelids. The nose is sharp and the jaw is firm and one thing that makes him fascinated when he is smiling then his charm is increasing many times.

"Keep what I have done in the past so that God replaces the figure of Mas Mahesa with a good man like Rayyan. How lucky I am to be loved by this man."

"My face is more beautiful than my best friend, right?" said Rayyan when she accidentally saw Arumi was daydreaming while looking at her face.

The heavy voice seemed to restore his consciousness that had floated up. Arumi blinked her eyes many times. He became misbehaved because he was caught admiring the good looks of the lover.

"Just tell me, if you want to keep looking at me. I'm willing to sit here until you're satisfied looking at your future husband's face" Rayyan continued.

Arumi sneered and rolled her eyes lazily. Not expecting if the man has a narcissistic attitude and excessive self-confidence.

Rayyan smiled proudly as she felt that she had defeated Rio in terms of good looks. The proof, Arumi looked at her face longer than Rio. That's what the man is thinking right now.

"After marriage, you can look at me whenever and wherever you want, I sincerely obey your wishes."

"Narcissistic based!" chirp Arumi with a pouting face.

Rayyan smiled wider when she saw that her lips were pursed forward. He wanted to taste the sweetness of the honey in there. However, he remembered the principle that he would never make excessive physical contact before Arumi was completely halal for him. Although the desire in the self is turbulent and his manly instincts rise when near the beloved lover but he tries to muffle until the happy day arrives.

Now, Rayyan could only look at those rancid lips from a distance. Can't reach out let alone taste it. It is painful to have to wrestle with the air of drugs that often appear suddenly but he tries to refrain from being lulled by the pleasure of a moment.

"That feels good. However, why does it taste like my Mama's cooking. Did you steal your recipe?" rayyan asked after she had finished five dumplings and two pieces of cornstalks in the container.

"Huh?" Arumi frowned both eyebrows when Rayyan said her cooking was similar to that of the late Mei Ling. "You're accusing me of stealing someone else's prescription?"

Rayyan drew a sharp gaze when she heard Arumi say that Mei Ling was someone else to the woman. He does not like when the woman he loves thinks the mother is someone else.

The two netra sat at each other, making Arumi swallow the saliva already suck. Realizing that he had made a mistake, the woman corrected his words.

"Ehm .. I mean to steal Mama Mei Ling's recipe." Arumi confirmed the word 'mama' in front of Mei Ling's name. "Yes ... Mama Mei Ling."

The smile on Rayyan's face expanded. He smiled with satisfaction because he managed to force Arumi to call Mei Ling 'mama'.

"I'm just guessing. Who knows, you've met my mom, then asked for a secret recipe to make delicious corn dumplings and bakwan for your future husband." Rayyan raised both eyebrows in turn.

Oh gosh. Eagerly enough, Arumi vomited because again and again, Rayyan praised herself. The woman thought, maybe last night her lover accidentally hit the bathroom wall to make the position of his brain slightly shifted.

"Don't ngaco! How could I have met the late Mama Mei Ling, just seen her picture never before." Arumi inched to sit on the long sofa that was near the bookshelf. He folds both hands on the chest, the position of the right hand is at the top.

Rayyan chuckled softly. The man got up from the chair and approached his lover. "Who knew you met my Mama in a dream, and then he told you the recipe to make delicious rice cakes and dumplings. Therefore, your cooking today is so delicious and I like it so much."

"You ... is really the ideal wife."

Arumi blushed in embarrassment. His face flushed like fresh tomatoes ready to be picked on the plantation. "You like it, Honey?"

"Like .. very like. I haven't had a nice snack in a long time. Last time before the late Mama died and that means already-" The sentence hangs when Arumi's soft voice interrupts the lover.

"If you like my cooking in the future I will often make a special snack for you." Arumi smiled sincerely in front of Rayyan.

Either getting a boost from nowhere, Arumi inched closer to Rayyan. There is no longer any distance between them. With a little shame, the woman laid her head on the lover's shoulders.

"If you want, I'm willing to cook breakfast, lunch and dinner just for you" said Arumi softly.

"My beloved love" said Arumi Lirih.

Although the last sentence is spoken very softly but Rayyan's sense of hearing can hear well what is said by Arumi.

"Thank you, Babe. I'm lucky to have your heart." Rayyan kissed the top of Arumi's head lovingly.

The two humans were dissolved in the atmosphere. Enjoying every moment of togetherness without ever thinking of turning away.

When Rayyan and Arumi were enjoying time together, the man's gaze reflexively led to the lover's hand wrapped in cassa cloth.

"What's wrong with your hand, Babe? How can your hands be bandaged? Have you checked with the doctor? Have you taken the medicine that the doctor gave you?" cecar Rayyan pause.

Instantly Arumi's head was about to break hearing some questions uttered by his beloved lover.

He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. Facing a possessive and jealous man like Rayyan, the woman must have a large supply of patience.

Arumi cupped Rayyan's face with one hand. Swiping the jaw overgrown with fine hairs all around.

"Honey, this is just a small cut I get when I make your favorite snack. It feels painful but not comparable to the happiness I am feeling right now. When you praise my cooking. When you were so greedy eating all the snacks I made especially for you."

"All my efforts are answered with sweet words spoken from your lips. I sincerely do this, Honey," said Arumi with teary eyes.

Really, it feels like this earth stopped spinning. The soft groove of Arumi's melodious voice was like the chirping of a bird in the morning. So soothing and soothing to the soul, making Rayyan fixated for a while.

A silent atmosphere was created. Only a sigh rang out, rhythmically like a beating heart. The two Netra meet each other. The next second the two humans smiled.

"Even if my whole hand gets burned from over-focusing on making food for you, I will, Ray. As long as you enjoy every meal that goes into your stomach, it's more than enough for me to feel how much I mean to your heart." The beautiful woman bowed her face, unable to stare too long into the lover's eyeball.

With a quick movement, Rayyan pulled Arumi's body in an embrace. Hugging tightly into the slim body of a Spanish guitar as if afraid that woman would run away, leaving her alone in this world.

"Thank you, Babe." A kiss full of love landed on Arumi's forehead.

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