Loved Bunian Wolves
21. Breakfast for Raka

"Hi, honey! This is breakfast for you!" a little girl ran from the entrance with a beautiful package of light blue.

Raka checked the situation of his right and left side. He was afraid that there were spies watching his movements here.

"Hey, look what, anyway?" Tanya Widuri with a bright tone. Naturally sumringah, one night his body was fully charged with several hot battles with Raka who had not done four years.

"Thank you, Darling!" Raka's eyes sparkled now that he felt on his right and left were safe from the spies. Naturally, he felt worried, because he worked on an oil palm plantation owned by Widuri's father who was in the Xanthi hills, not far from his village. Automatic must be many who know him, and his status has been married to Runi.

Because when he woke up this morning he was in the arms of Widuri, but at this time the girl of his clan had also given up cooking for him. Of course, Raka is very happy because Widuri has tried to do her best. For what reason is it not for love?

"But my cooking is not good. I rarely cook," I'm Widuri as he throws. "It's me so good you know, cook oxtail soup for you. Where is it still morning! At this hour I usually still molor know not anyway. That is, I have tried my hardest for you, Ka! Beware if you say it's not good!"

Raka laughed happily. He knows very well, although Widuri used to cook for him almost every day, but actually Widuri is not very good at cooking. More precisely, I don't like. But for Raka's sake, even though he didn't like it, he still did. That is, Widuri really tried to do her best for Raka. How is Raka's heart not kempis made?

"Where can I say it's not good, people you just cook it with love?" goda Raka while grinning wide. Especially when Widuri began to open the lunch box in front of Raka, then out the delicious aroma of beef that feels so tempting. Well, although it does not physically look as attractive as the cuisine of Runi, his wife, but for the aroma of course not inferior. This sop successfully seduces Raka's sense of smell.

"Ih, you tombal! Not working," said Widuri while membebik. "Well, if you say it's not good. I'm not going to do it for you anymore!"

"Lho, don't do that. I like your cooking. Always like it even," said Raka soothingly.

"Really?" Widuri now feels a little floating. "You know, the pinter one makes my heart fly!"

"It's not dreadlocks, I'm just confirming it, Duri. I have always loved your cooking. Yes, even though only boiled noodles use eggs," said Raka who actually intends to calm down. It just seems like he said it wrong. The proof, Widuri directly punched Raka's arm strongly.

"Like to insult!" Widuri returned to thawing. "Unfortunately the Runi did not cook? Why are you asking me to be more like me?"

Raka smiled wryly. He did see the hot steam billowing from the bowl of soup that Runi presented to him at the dinner table this morning. But, I don't know. For now he was not wanting to chat for long with Runi and be alone with her. He also felt no desire at all to make love with Runi, or just eat his wife's cooking. More precisely, Raka was meeting a saturation point on her domestic relationship with Runi, which was for some reason.

"For the sake of your cooking anyway," replied Raka in a spoiled tone.

In fact, he was tempted by the oxtail soup made by his wife. But he who was lazy to see Runi after his hot battle with Widuri last night sfor, this morning prefers to go. But unfortunately, because of the shadow with the soup, he finally asked Widuri to cook the same menu that Runi made for him. Unfortunately, Widuri did not know about it.

"Yaudah, eat first," said Widuri while putting one luch box on Raka's desk. Not to forget one cup of avocado juice also served there.

"You want to bring this soup to papa," replied Widuri by carrying another red parcel while supporting a wide grin on his face. The sweet girl continued, "Papa had breakfast. I mean, you've never seen me make beef stew. Papa must be so happy."

"Happy or a stomachache?" goda Raka haphazardly.

"Ihhh, I love it, you son of a bitch! Insulting only!" this time, it was Widuri who cut down. "Review later if you get hooked!"

"Haha. Yeah, it's already there. But come back here later, accompany me!" Pinta Raka with a face.

"Yes, that's all right!"

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"Whose hair is this?!" Runi who was putting dirty clothes from the laundry basket into the washing machine looked surprised when she saw something suspicious in her view. Several sheets of long curls of hair stuck to the casual T-shirt that Raka wore this morning when she came home.

He is still trying to think positively so that it is equal to his own hair. But apparently when he aligns, the hair attached to Raka's clothes is very different from hers. Equally long, but the hair in his grip was curly and brownish in color. While the hair itself is a straight type and jet black.

"No way!" Runi hissing frustrated. All kinds of bad thoughts came whack, but even though he tried to brush it off, all those bad thoughts still did not want to go from his mind.

Runi ventured to smell the perfume that was stuck on the shirt. And yes, as he feared. The scent of perfume was not the scent of perfume as he was used to and Raka used everyday. Even though Raka likes to collect perfumes, they are all masculine-scented men's perfumes! Not a citrus and fresh-scented lady perfume like this!

At that instant, Runi immediately sat down in a panic that suddenly attacked him. Carve the crystal from the corner of his eyes out without he could prevent it. It hurts, it hurts so much! I don't know, even though everything is only a presumption, but it feels like all the questions are raging into one in his mind.

But, did Raka really betray him? Is that why, Raka had been indifferent to him since night and this morning?

Although all the evidence suggests that Raka has played behind him, this is only a guess! He could not immediately accuse Raka of deviating from him if there was no concrete and concrete evidence.

'No way Mas Raka ... No way!' Elak Runi with a broken heart.

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