Let's, Divorce
Part 135's
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The thing that should happen also happens as a halal couple which is actually obligated because it will reap many rewards for mutual fun and giving satisfaction to each other.
"What are you cooking?" andra asked as the two of them came out of the room, the man's hand still embracing Viana's shoulder which he would not let go of all this time.
"Let's see, like to eat, if you don't like cooking there yourself," replied Viana who was actually not very confident in this, even though Andra never protested at all, anything that his wife treats will go into his mouth even if it's poison as long as he doesn't know for sure.
This is what is expected by Andra, eating from the hands of his wife according to him is much more delicious because of course there is love and sincere, so it is not wrong if he often sulked to live independently in his apartment. But alas, Viana always refused on the Prince's grounds. Yes, his son is indeed the reason his home now feels alive and warm and it feels he could not bear if he had to eliminate the laughter of the father who had been slumped with wounds.
Although he knew, now he was no longer the responsibility of his parents. But is not pleasing the middle-aged man is also his service as a child, who knows very well how hot their home used to be which is always enveloped by angry cries and dings of goods from Mother.
The two now pull up their respective chairs, sitting opposite each other at a table precisely on the side terrace that directly faces the incredible scenery. One by one all the food was moved first from the kitchen dining table before they finally began to enjoy it.
"Nake?" ask Viana.
"Past you, Kang Baso roadside is delicious especially this handmade Mommy Si Endut," seduced Andra while raising her eyebrows.
"Maxify Daddy Prince."
"Oh, yes, I had a Video Call Prince but all of a sudden he was talking gin" Viana said.
"What by the way?" andra asked as he chewed on the food his wife had made this morning.
"Mih, abul ya..."
Uhuk..
"He said that, run away?" guess Andra interpreted what Viana was telling me just now.
"You're running away, Si Endut. It's a miracle that's my own hard work," cheered Andra proudly.
Viana who heard it just sneered, she could not speak if Andra had said that because it was true that he said just now if the Prince was the result of his hard work alone. There is no pleasure felt by Viana except the tremendous pain due to coercion that finally makes him hate the man.
"Oh yeah, Dadd, you said we went to the hotel why to the Villa? so muter bow gini?" asked Viana who remembered the curiosity in her pendamnya from morning.
"So, I don't think the villa is finished yet, the idea is already occupied. Yes, it's coming here" replied Andra.
"Oh, Villamu?".
" No." Andra said as she grabbed Viana's hand.
"Then?" with a frowning forehead Viana again floated the question.
"This is your Villamu, my gift to you. It's not fancy, but at least there's something I'm giving you, Mom."
Viana was certainly surprised because she thought that if Andra did not rent yes it must belong to the Bramasta family. But in fact this is precisely a gift from Andra that he should give later because it is still in the stage of a little renovation.
"You know, I never asked for anything, right?"
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And you also know, if I'm gonna give you everything before you ask for it, Mom.