Married Old Virgin Boss
21. Husband-wife Dinner

Just loading a few minutes, Dea finally realized from the shock and excessive shock that Ben had made on her due to the kiss just now. The girl hurriedly pushed Ben's chest as hard as she could, and though she believed the man's strength was greater than her, Ben still let go of the kiss.

"What are you doing?" ask Dea, shock.

"Kiss Dea" replied Ben. "Ah kiss no kiss, but all *****. Really jelly but this is really soft and smooth aunty—ugh."

Ben immediately held onto his left rib which had just been the target of the wife's blow. Although he had complained of pain, he still displayed a faint smile.

"Basic! It's not hardship to be a widow, De" Ben said, prompting the woman to warn.

"Well, do you make all this?! And the work of other employees! You paid them, huh? Where is the room made gini, if something is damaged, how?" Dea still wants to protest at her husband, but Ben hastily touches her face and forces her to focus on him alone. Dea was about to protest again, but just opened her mouth, her voice had been gagged again by Ben's lips. The girl hissed annoyed, while Ben giggled amusedly.

"De," called Ben when he felt that Dea would pause to give him time to talk. "It's out of business hours" he said, carrying Dea's hair dangling forward, behind her ears, so as not to block her face.

"We forget about our working status first, and focus on our current relationship status" Ben continued, using one of his hands to guide one of Dea's hands to his waist. He tightened the body, so that the atmosphere between them became more intense. "Do you like this place, honey?"

Dea spontaneously clenched a weak hand at Ben's waist, squeezing the suit that the man had been wearing at some point. The girl is shocked by Ben's call, mixed in confusion and disbelief. Once did Ben mention the same word, but because this time the husband called in a low voice and a sweet thin smile—not to mock—Dea feel .. special.

Once Elvan said the same word, but somehow, the serious tonal vibration of Ben made the girl's heart beat harder than usual, this triggers an increase in saliva production in the mouth so that Dea repeatedly gulps due to nervousness.

Ben broke into their bodies, and now just gently clasped Dea's hand toward the table in the middle of the room. So sweet, weaving Dea first to her place, even pulling a chair for the girl before moving to the seat across the table from Dea's.

"Why pale, honey?" ben asked, as he reached out to Dea to rub the girl's cheek. "You're all right, aren't you?"

Dea just nodded small, quickly—by reducing the success Ben caught his strange attitude. The girl chose to sip a drink to reduce her nervousness.

"You're weird, aren't you, De?" Ben again voiced, and this time very successfully make Dea— for the number of times— glared wide.

The girl thought that Ben caught her nervousness.

"Even if you still wear work clothes, haven't washed your face, haven't even taken a shower, you're pretty."

Dea breathed a sigh of relief, as Ben discussed something else. However, there are other problems that arise regarding the strangeness of the other Dea bodies. He felt ... special with every attitude and sentence that Ben addressed for him.

A beautiful compliment like Ben, many say it. Not just once, not twice. However, for some reason, when this man said it, Dea felt flattered to the sky.

Or maybe because Ben's eyes are also supportive? The man looked at Dea very shady—full of admiration that was not made-up—nearly blinked. In fact, even if this man did not say it, Dea would still feel flattered just from this man's attitude.

"Mind," Dea spoke but faltered in nervousness, so it was necessary to gulp down the throat before continuing, "make ginian, from where? I was really shocked."

"Think of where, huh?" Ben repeated the question, and further widened his sweet smile. Successfully made Dea feel lost in her admiration at the sweetness of her husband's smile. "From you. You give me something, so I also want to give you something, which hopefully you won't forget forever."

Dea is even more stunned, because now Ben is also changing his way of speaking from 'me-you' to 'me-you'. They sounded very close, just because of this simple change.

Again, Dea sipped his drink to reduce the strong pound—which he believed was just a jittery— in his heart.

"Why do you call me 'Honey' continues. I ... risi, Ben!" Dea protested, but this time without the need to strain the neck veins as usual. The girl already knows how to manage the sound, or maybe because of contracting Ben's calm nature.

"And we're married, honey." Ben seemed not to realize that Dea was painstakingly holding back the explosions of feelings in her made by Ben himself, instead putting his hand on the top of Dea's head for a while to wipe him dear. "You're sweet to be a good girl like this, De."

That sentence should have sounded ludicrous, given their age. However, Dea's feelings are betrayed, and instead happy because of Ben's words. So as to hide the pushy smile rising on his lips, Dea hurriedly lowered her head deeply, as if about to dismember the steak.

"Where's your job, honey? Everything all right?" ben asked, then started sipping his drink.

Dea did not immediately reply, choosing to be stunned for a while as she felt that Ben was really putting himself together as a couple, and it was difficult for the girl to refrain from telling stories. Because of the feeling, Ben—si a young man who was even younger than him— could not be trusted.

"Good, but not too smooth," said Dea, beginning her open session with her husband. Thinking of Ben's current status, for the first time, Dea completely permeated the word 'husband'. I don't know, yesterday he just thought that Ben was just an ordinary boy who always likes to disturb the peace of his life. "The increase didn't match my expectations."

So Dea also began to change the way he spoke and followed Ben.

The man gave a small nod, listening to Dea as if understanding the direction of his wife's conversation. Despite knowing that fact, Dea also did not want to stop talking, complaining about some things about work, and venting his protests. Just because he felt Ben was very serious about listening, Dea told him everything he had to do alone. In fact, his own family no one knew every detail that Dea told him this.

"You've done your best" Ben said, clasping Dea's hand gently, even wiping it regularly. "But, we're still human, honey. There is still a limit to the capacity to regulate other humans. In part, with the results of work that does not reach the target, you can be more relaxed work so as not to be too crazy just for a target."

Dea initially disliked the answer, as it was inversely proportional to its principle. However, Ben's speed in continuing the speech made Dea ponder.

"If you follow the endless human target, even increasing every time, when do you have time for yourself, dear? No need to stop or retreat, just a casual job, enough. Compared to the endless work targets, why not try to spend your precious time with your family?"

"Everything is busy, Ben, too" Dea replied.

"If so, why not try to focus on enjoying our year? After you are satisfied with happiness after marriage, you can continue the life you want to focus work again for example," replied Ben. "We're still human, honey. We have no capacity to manage the future. Can only make the best use of time, so that there is no regret when that time is up."

"I don't understand" said Dea, confused by Ben's intention to say it all. "Your words are strange. You don't want to die yet, do you?'

Ben laughed—dened the guess, so Dea could sigh in relief. They are too focused on working until drifting in a comfortable feeling.

"De?" call Ben in a soft voice, while they are pausing the conversation. "Dea accepted me as a husband, didn't she?"

"From the beginning you were my husband, btw," Dea replied.

"But from yesterday, Dea didn't treat me like a husband" Ben replied in a soft voice. "Now, how, De?"

The girl thought for a moment. He started with a long breath, then nodded.

"Yes, you're my husband now. I, as a wife, will submit to whatever my husband says."

Ben smiled with satisfaction.