Married Old Virgin Boss
4. Early Warfare

Dea's gaze almost never eliminates the sharp and cynical side, since the sentence ‘by-’ in the form of grandchildren was thrown by Ben. Finding that out, the husband did not have much trouble at all. Ben even deliberately showed a thin smile, while returning his wife's gaze until Dea relented and clucked in annoyance. The woman turned her face in the other direction.

“You why aren't you the Ben I knew?” dea asked, alluding to the matter of Ben's current attitude change.

“Know?” Ben repeated that one word in a satirical tone. “Dea just ‘tahu’ I doang, do not know at all.”

The woman immediately returned a cynical glance at Ben, and was reciprocated with an inversely proportional look. Ben looked very gentle, not in line with his very irritating attitude.

“Your answer scared me, Ben,” reply Dea. “So, in other words, your former nature, it's not a hundred percent of yourself? Who can guarantee that you are truly the best for me?”

“Nknow. Dea's dad was picky. I cannot guarantee that I can be the best for Dea.” Ben answered flatly, staying busy on the wheel.

Dea screeching. His gaze was full of insults, as he scanned the figure of Ben beside him, then escaped the gaze out the window. It looked very sour, even though they were on their way to the airport.

“Right turn in front fork later, Ben.” A few minutes into the silence, Dea gave a sudden direction, prompting Ben to glance at her doubtfully.

“Why?”

“Emang you want to continue abroad for honeymoon?”

Ben without burden gave two nods.

“Yes, why not?”

Dea hissed annoyed. It's only the first day of the wedding, but there's been a lot of patience that Dea had to put out just for her husband's sake.

“I don't want to!” reply Dea firmly. “Right turn! I'm going to my apartment.”

“But, Mbak. Will the ticket be flanked if it is not made? Mubazir, Ma'am. Here buy it with money, can be made to eat me for seven days, for per sheet. Very dear.”

“Go if you want. I'm going to the apartment. Turn right!”

“Mbak ...” Ben is clear, but it provokes even more Dea's anger.

“BELOK RIGHT, BEN!” This time Dea raised her voice intonation to the maximum, already running out of patience in facing her husband.

Despite being yelled at like that, Ben still remained relaxed. He obeyed the command of Dea, turned to the right, and followed all the directions of the woman.

After arriving in front of the apartment, Dea got straight out of the car. However, he just stood facing the high-level building with a gaze full of doubt. It was as if this was actually not the right choice, but Dea also had no other way.

“Why, De?” ben asked curiously, after getting something strange from his wife's face.

Dea shook her head violently, refusing to answer honestly. But even so, unease was still evident on his face. He rushed into the trunk of the car to get out his suitcase and bag.

Ben came to help, taking down the two Dea items first. But when he would also touch his bag, Dea prevented.

“You continue if you want to vacation abroad,” said Dea flat. “When else can get a free vacation, yes ‘kan? Rely on the salary of the doang, whether when can be enough. So, use it.”

Dea said that in a haughty tone, then carried her suitcase that had been stacked together with the bag into the building area.

Ben obviously didn't want to be left out. He hurriedly lowered his things, and did not forget to lock the car before catching up with his wife.

“My main task was, so her husband Dea,” said Ben after following the wife into the elevator.

Dea puts on a lazy face, and intends to push Ben, but the man's leg defense is so tough that it does not shift at all until the steel door is tightly closed.

“If not now, Ben, you will never be able to vacation abroad again. Are you sure you want to waste a chance?”

“Jakarta same abroad is still on the same earth, De, so for me, yes it makes no difference. Still the same soil, just a different environment. There is nothing special about Dea not coming. Everything will be flat without Dea.”

Instead of being flattered by such praise, Dea seemed increasingly sour. The two women in the elevator stared in amazement at the couple, whispering in envy. Dea had heard it, and it made the woman even more irritated.

Dea clucked lazily, rotated his eyeballs, and chose not to care.

“Don't make trouble if you come with me!” dea said after exiting the elevator. “In this place, all my orders are absolute, and you can't defy kayaking at home! If you violate ...” Dea turned around to point her index finger at Ben, making the young man immediately put the brakes on the steps with a feigned expression of fear. “Awas you!”

Ben raised his hand as if giving up, then followed Dea into the woman's apartment. He chose to sit on the sofa, when the wife was putting a suitcase and bag into a closet.

“The one over here has you,” Dea said as she slowly struck twice the closet door next to where her clothes were. He doesn't care at all, believing that Ben has noticed. “Never open or even touch my closet doorknob!”

“OK, De.” Ben replied casually, finding absolutely no problem in the rules.

“You sleep on the sofa, because I'm allergic to sleeping with you.”

“Allergies?” Ben was immediately stunned to hear that. His gaze turned horror as he glanced at Dea asking for a follow-up explanation from the woman.

Dea weightlessly raised her chin full of arrogance about to leave the front of the closet to go to the bathroom, but before her feet had time to cross the threshold border, Ben's call stopped her movement.

“Similar allergies ... which can make nine months bunting, yes, De?”

Dea hissing. His gaze turned giddy when he turned his head sharply at the figure of Ben who was still very relaxed.

“Allergy of the poor,” reply Dea, cynical.

“Jeez, kirain Dea is just old at the age, it turns out the mind is also colossal. Lose the same ageless Mr. Kahar in the mind.”

This time, Dea turned perfectly on Ben, with her head slightly flattened, and her hands folded in front of her chesta signal of challenge to her husband as well as a sign of danger from a female creature. Unfortunately, Ben does not have any knowledge of the signal from Dea, and continues to reply to his wife.

“From time immemorial, De, whose name is poor is not a crime to be avoided. Just a long time ago, because there was the highest king—status in human history—and the common people, so that the poor and rich are distinguished. In this day and age there is already equality between the poor and the rich, there is no royal system in which the poor must submit to the king. So, yes .. really bad if you still use the degree difference system between fellow humans.” Ben started with a wise sentence without forgetting to give a smile at the end of the sentence, but his continued speech was the beginning of a fierce war between them. “Dea do not just take care of the body to stay young, dong, brain also.”

Dea growled strongly, not accepting with the statement.

“Ben shucks!” maki the woman, then took off her high heels to throw at Ben.

“Shit!” Dea grew furious when it was captured easily by Ben, luring him to take off his shoes next door while taking a swing to throw at the man.

Ben also ran away, along with his laughter that was satisfied to reply Dea.

However, the sound of the door being opened immediately stopped Ben's movement just about up the bed, even Dea who had raised her knee-length skirt. They compactly glanced towards the door, where one opened it easily.

The man was recognized by Ben even though they had not yet met. Named Elvan Dexter, the successful crossbreed man is a former lover of Dea.

Ben has no problem with that ‘mantan’ fact. He was only dumbfounded to glance at Dea, who let the door lock of his apartment still known by the former.

Ah, even the bad fact that made Ben demand an answer from Dea through his gaze was .. why could the man know that Dea was coming here? Or ... did they make an agreement to meet here?