I Love You My Step Mother
Infidelity or Not?

That afternoon, Alfira was busy in the kitchen, focusing on slicing vegetables for dinner with the family. The sound of knives that collided with food ingredients was heard, the fragrant fried tempeh began to smell. Alfira really enjoyed cooking while singing. Until he suddenly felt a brief kiss land on his shoulder.

"May I help?" whispered the handsome teenager with a wide grin.

Alfira's reflexes turned the body. His feelings were not out of order, he glared at the boy with his annoyance. "Why are you rich, anyway?"

"Can't you?" Andrian raised his eyebrows.

Alfira grunts. "Yes, look around dong's place!" sulang Alfira. He stopped his work for a moment and tried to calm the beating heart.

Andrian just laughed lightly, grinning. Instead of heeding Alfira's words, he was instead looking to die with his behavior now embracing Alfira from behind. The woman stood stiff.

"Andrian, let me go" he said in a weak voice, trying to break free.

Reluctant to let go, Andrian hugged his stepmother even tighter. "Papa's in his study, ko."

"But this is unethical, Andrian," whispered Alfira.

"Five minutes, I miss." Andrian was still smiling widely, as if his actions would not be risky.

Alfira's heart thumped at the whispers of temptation from his stepson. He could feel his heartbeat racing faster. Andrian's warm and tight embrace made him feel comfortable, even though the situation was a little stressful.

"Andrian, you're girly, yeah."

"Belgroff." Andrian stuck out his tongue, Alfira who saw him from the side grew irritated.

Alfira felt the tender touch of the teenager's hand on her stomach, for some reason flowing a strange warmth and rumble all over her body.

Suddenly, the sound of one's footsteps broke the silence between the two. Reflek, Andrian gasped releasing a hug. Reza came with light steps, his eyes immediately fixed on Andrian who suddenly moved quickly snatching the knife on the shelf. He grabbed another knife and swiftly pretended to help Alfira slice the onion on the pantry table.

As for Alfira, he was clumsy. Remember there is fried tempe in the frying pan, attention he diverted later. Alfira raised the fried tempeh with a feeling of misgivings.

"I-iya, Pa. I want to help."

"Good, let papa's wife not fuss."

'You should be the one who helped cook the wife, not Andrian, ' said Alfira inwardly, pushy. Reza never helped him though Alfira often hassles. For Reza, it was the duty of the wife not the duty of the husband.

Andrian smiled stiffly. "Yes, Pa."

Alfira was still speechless, he again sliced the vegetables with an incomparably nervous feeling. While Reza, passed away going to his study with a bottle of drink he carried.

Alfira and Andrian heaved a sigh of relief after Reza was lost from sight. "Thank you, I didn't see."

Alfira grunts. "You are, Andrian. Just-there's!" Alfira shook Andrian's head in agitation, the man chuckled. "Sit there, let me continue cooking."

When Andrian finished slicing the onions, and chose to sit in the dining chair, now Alfira who continued her cooking activities. While propping up his chin on the table, Andrian watched Alfira with a smile on his face. The woman actually managed to drive him crazy. Had Alfira been his wife, maybe every time he cooked, Andrian would have always held her from behind, clinging to a stamps-tub.

Aware of being stared at by the stepson, Alfira throws a knotty smile at him. "Why see that rich mom?" ask Alfira while sauteing vegetables.

"Mother's pretty." Alfira's cheeks blushed, it was a misbehavior.

Although Andrian often praised Alfira with the same sentence, but somehow the two words never bored him. Even often causes a blushing effect like rotten tomatoes on his face. In the past, many men who say beautiful to Alfira but never give any effect. It's just plain to feel.

Instead of being looked at like that by Andrian, Alfira refocused on his puppet. He does not want to be caught blushing in front of the stepson. "Someone is prettier than me, Andrian. Don't praise me too often."

"In my eyes, the most beautiful mother."

Alfira's heart was suddenly like a flower garden in bloom.