Married Old Virgin Boss
3. Wife Camerasin

Ben was making his bed when he found out Dea was out of the bathroom. He ruffled his waist watching the woman with thin lips as if he was busy thinking about the look of Dea this morning.

"Why, wryly?" jolt Dea with the question.

Ben shook his head several times, accompanied by a burst of astonishment mixed with frustration. He then stepped calmly at Dea who was looking at him vigilantly.

"Get in again, De!" ben said, pushing Dea's body into the bathroom.

Dea looked puzzled, even staring intently at Ben. He tried to hold on by putting his hand against the wall.

"Wet hair, De."

"I'm not used to shampooing early in the morning!" reply Dea firmly, inversely proportional to the softness in Ben's previous request.

"Okay, Dea I made this practice."

Ben just needed to bend down a bit to put both hands on each one under his back and under his knees. In the flash of time, Dea's body had already lost its footing, and had been between Ben's two arms.

"Come, I'll teach you how the newlyweds are in the morning, De." Ben said, without forgetting to show off a gentle smile on his lips. "Don't protest. I also will not talk gini, other than to make Mr. Kahar calm with our marriage." Ben continued his words when Dea had opened his mouth to curse.

Ben dropped his wife under the shower. Still in a thick white towel, Ben left his wife exposed to the air shower. When Dea wants to get out of the shower, Ben immediately prevents, by holding his shoulder.

"There, De. Just a minute," said Ben.

Dea looked at him sharply, with teeth pressing against each other strongly, but not reducing Ben's defense, even the man enjoyed it. The additional attack that Dea launched into Ben's body, made the man chuckle softly.

"The attack continues, De," said Ben in a relaxed tone, but immediately provoked Dea's anger. "You look like a cat now, so I'm used to it."

Dea instantly tightened her pursed lips in annoyance. She still stared intently at her husband, but there was no resistance whatsoever now. Until Ben is satisfied, turn off the shower, then pull the woman out of the surrounding shower.

Ben took his bathrobe that had folded neatly, prepared several pairs yesterday. He initially wanted to pay more attention by pulling on Dea's bathrobe rope, but his hand was hit so hard that it slipped off.

"Get out there!" throw Dea out rudely.

Ben obeyed immediately. He came out smiling with satisfaction. Before closing the bathroom door, Ben still had a moment to look at the wife.

"Later, fitting cool hair, do not get too dry yes, De. Let you be mistaken for a junub bath," Ben said, without forgetting to give a wink to his wife, who was met with a fist from Dea.

...*...

Despite being annoyed by Ben's treatment from last night, Dea still obeys her husband this time. Get out of the room with your hair unraveled, in a half-wet condition. Dea walks into the kitchen, to help her mother prepare breakfast—something she has rarely done since getting busy at work. Mumpung hiatus, so used as best as possible for family time.

"What else is cooking?" ask Dea when she gets to the kitchen.

Diana—sang mama—had been looking at her daughter for a while, and immediately smiled seeing the look of Dea this morning. Smile happy, happy, and satisfied.

"Yesterday I ate a lot of meat, so Mama just wanted to cook fried rice today, De," said Diana. "You shouldn't have come down. Wait for Ben that's. Mama used to finish this on her own, really."

Dea did not directly express her dislike for Ben, but her lazy expression could not lie. Dea chose to lean against the lower cabinet, while folding the front hand of the chest, only watching Diana cook more fried rice than usual. There was no sound in the room, just a meeting of cooking utensils filling.

Until the arrival of someone who causes boisterous in the kitchen because it unites with the dining room.

"Ecie .. the abis wik—"

The perfect landing has been done by Dea's home sandals to the sister's face. Cut Dika's words just like that.

"Oh my God, it's the same nature of sound, dulled by the cake. Congek the Ben every day shits you, Ma'am."

Dea growled low while showing her fist. He even glared, only able to hide all the anger within. It was impossible for him to tell the family that Ben was the one who made Dea's ears always ring because they talked too much.

Ben walked into the dining room not long after, almost at the same time as finishing the cooking. Dea was in charge of serving food, and had to serve Ben as well. When Dea gave the plate to her husband, Dika immediately cleared her tips as if choking on a bone.

Dea immediately slipped between Ben and Dika's seat, then with a single push back, her head could meet the head of the younger brother. Although both are in pain, only Dika who grimaces pain because it can be an additional bonus in the form of falling from the chair. Dea flicked her hair, feeling triumphant.

Ben chuckled softly, even looking down at how big brother and sister were behaving.

"When" call Diana. "Call Papa with your Mas there!"

While wiping his forehead, Dika directly obeyed the orders of the mother. Dea had also just wanted to move to her seat next to Dion, but Diana prevented.

"In her chair from now on, De," said Diana. "Will be the one sitting in your chair."

"Ma ...." Dea protested, but his hand was immediately pulled by Ben to follow Diana's orders. As a result, the man—entah how many times—get another plot from the wife.

"You're three-one really, De?" ask Ben. He almost got a flutter from his wife, but was prevented by Ben. "Not a 3-and-a-half-year-old?"

Dea's getting glared.

"Fearful, funny, beautiful .. my wife."

The woman widened her eyes even more, so Ben immediately pointed his palm before Dea's eyes, until his wife's petals were closed.

"Well, that's it, De" said Ben after lowering his hand.

Ben's closing the screw. Either because another family member has arrived, or because of the memory ban from the wife last night. The man became Dea's representative when he was asked about the woman's nature.

"Kok nanyain is that doang, Pa?" Dion asked not to like it. "Dea's comfortable getting married, Ben? How is it the same nature?" Dion asked the sister a question, but only answered quietly.

"No papa, ma'am," said Dea weakly.

"But Dea moody—" Dion's remarks came to a halt when he was little nudged by Kahar.

"He was tired, sleep deprived last night. You don't recoki anymore" said Kahar.

Dea was just about to shake her head, but Kahar had already thrust something onto the table.

"Tiket, your honeymoon" said Kahar with a satisfied smile. "Thank you, your mother, for she bought you."

Dea immediately glanced in astonishment at the lazy-looking Dion. The firstborn immediately ate without caring about the others.

"Thank you, sir," said Ben. He received a ticket, and secured it on his lap.

Dea glances cynically at her husband, and is softly reciprocated by Ben.

"Later for sure," said Ben, as if to challenge the wife, "We bring souvenirs in the form of prospective grandchildren."