Married Old Virgin Boss
8. Tasty Guarantee Guarantee

Dea almost never stopped complaining. From the problem of shaping the house, room, now the weather is hot while the contract has absolutely no cooling whatsoever.

"It's hot, Ben!" moaning Dea while walking out following Ben who first sat on the terrace. "Why not install AC? Can you stand the weather this hot? Oh, my God, it could be toasted, Ben."

Facing Dea's conversation, Ben even smiled amusedly. He put his phone in his pants pocket first. When he turned his head, he found Dea tugging at Ben's thin sweatshirt collar, which he was wearing to give air to his clothes. The previous sweater has been replaced, as it is not suitable for the weather now.

"It's pretty cool here, De." Ben directed Dea to sit in his side chair. "Take a look at the scenery that ... is normal."

Dea agreed to the idea without speaking at all. He sat down next to Ben, and found this was a better solution. The natural wind gives it a fresh impression, so Dea does not need to fan itself.

"Sorry, Dear. Every morning until that afternoon outside, at work. So yes, I never lived in a rented lunch, and did not get hot. I never thought about buying a fan. If Dea wants to stay here longer, maybe I can think of buying—"

"No need!" push Dea down firmly. "Five days, by force. Pretty well, a five-day trial in the hell of the world."

Ben laughed amusedly listening to the answer just now. He nodded in response to Dea's words.

"Yes, De."

Dea can relax now. He pulled out his phone to check the latest info on social media and his mobile phone. Just the first time he opened the message, he mis-focused on the message from his two brothers.

Dion :

If your husband's all right, De, report to Mas.

The idea of making a honeymoon as soon as possible when you are new acquaintances, that's the worst idea Papa ever said. It's hard to trust a guy like Ben.

Especially yesterday, there was news that a husband killed*h and cut!his wife just to get money from his wife.

I'm really worried about you, De. Keep your distance from the poor!

Dea could only sigh deeply after reading her brother's message.

'Slow down, Mom, it's too late. Now I'm locked up in this damned house.' Dea saturate, while moving on to her sister's message.

Dika :

The newlywed groom, until he forgot the news pas nyampe. The photos don't exist either.

Very busy, Mother, make her child

Abis got here, immediately tell me about pregnancy.

Eh but, the factory can still produce babies, right? Or is it expired?

"The puppy!" maki Dea unknowingly, triggers Ben's head to turn quickly at her.

"Who?" ask Ben, shock.

Dea was about to share the annoyance, so showed her phone screen to Ben.

"This, Dika. Really, swear! The older the child, the more ... the more I want to slaughter! Shit!" Dea kept cursing and cursing with her teeth pressing against each other so angry.

While Ben who initially frowned during reading the message, now turned into a amused smile when he arrived at the chat that became the main problem.

"You laughing?" Dea was offended, asking with high intonation.

"No, De." Ben immediately put the brakes on his smile as quickly as possible. "When you really do .. like to talk carelessly! But not really!"

"Well, right!" Dea lowered her tone, then picked up her phone again. Willing to send stickers to the sister, but not.

The blockage that was allotted to Dika so that the man would no longer disturb the peace of Dea's soul.

"I think we need proof that the charges are not true, De." Ben blathering.

Dea turned her head with eyes squinting full of suspicion. He fixed his seat so as to squeeze into the corner of the chair, feeling the unpleasant air here.

Ben flashed a smile that looked so terrifying in Dea's eyes. The man slowly leaned towards Dea, triggering her to move back slowly.

"Kissing, never, De?" ask Ben, guess. While changing its position to upright again.

"It's none of your business!" reply Dea firmly. He looked down, focused on the phone even though it was just a social media scroll with no purpose at all.

"No papa," said Ben while patting the top of the head softly Dea. "Later tonight I teach you, okay?"

"Night? Later?" Dea slagged.

...*...

Her hair was smashed originally, looking messy. However, her fresh face became a savior until the girl still looked fresh and sweet.

"No outfit is more complicated than that, De?" ask Ben, quip. He did not glance at Dea as he said that, but was very sure that the wife was glaring at hearing this remark.

Ben was convinced that Dea was wearing the suit because of his threat this afternoon.

"What?" Dea dodged with a cynical voice. "I wear something because I like it, not because of anything else!"

Dea follows Ben sitting in the living room chair. She sat in the corner of another chair, which was different from her husband. Very clear to keep your distance.

Dea takes the food that Ben offers for her, and is quite surprised to see that inside there is a salad that he used to buy at his place of subscription, ben himself is just plain fried rice with prices up to five times under Dea orders.

"You seem to know a lot about me" Dea said, as she began to eat her dinner. "You like stalking me, don't you?"

"Why stalk while I can get unlimited info from easy, De?" reply Ben relax.

"Info?" Dea was stunned for a moment. His mind was immediately fixed on the two most suspicious people: Dika or his own papa. "Who's spilling the info?"

"Hm ...." Ben seemed to think long as Dea started squinting eyes waiting for an answer. "Why should we talk about other people, De? Why not discuss ... Dea likes what style later?"

"Ga .. yeah?" Dea choked to digest that one word, almost choking on her own food. His mind had already led to one thing, but he tried to dodge it. That Ben is discussing ....

"Style to make a grandchild order for your papa." Ben replied very casually, even while eating his food as if their chat was just about the weather tonight.

Dea suddenly lost her appetite. Salad with its place placed on the table just like that.

"Dee not eating? Make more energy, De!" ben said, which even adds to the level of irritation Dea.

The sound of the women's shoes was heard so loud, followed by the sound of a very loud door slam.

Ben just pulled the corner of his lips to form a smile while closing the food, then continued to eat the food without burden.

The man finished his food so quickly. He cleaned the table, and took out the dirty garbage. Then go to the bathroom to clean: wash your face, feet, and also brush your teeth.

While intending to go straight into the room, Ben glanced at the table where Dea's food was still lying there.

Ben took the food with him to go into the room with him. There, Dea was already lying on the edge of the bed and leaving plenty of room for Ben—an effort so they wouldn't get too sleepy.

Despite his back to the door, Ben still knew clearly that the woman had not fallen asleep. His shoulders move occasionally.

Ben put the food on the floor, near the bed. Slowly, he got into bed. Ben painstakingly bit his deep lips holding a tingly smile, when he saw Dea's shoulder move forward to dodge.

Increasingly moved to interrupt, Ben began to raise his trembling hand to circle in Dea's stomach cautiously.

"Nr ...." Ben called lirih. "Do you try, De? I give the guarantee Dea guarantee will be good directly fitting the first trial. If not ...."

"When not what?" sue Dea, who no longer pretends to be asleep.

When Ben refuted his head using a palm, the woman was seen squinting at him.

"The guarantee if it's not good, yes .. we try to continue until it's good."

"Keen at you."

"Yes the name is also an effort to make Dea also delicious."

"But you take it nice most of later—" Dea suddenly put the brakes on her speech.

What are they talking about exactly?

"Tau ah's. I want to sleep." Dea pulled Ben's tattoo blanket over half of his face.

Ben clucked a few times.

"Wah .. wah .. against husband. Need to force this." Ben muttered to himself, sounding joking so Dea would not take a headache.

But furthermore, the woman's body is very easily pulled by Ben until in one motion, Dea was sitting in shock facing the husband.

Not surprising enough, now Dea even had to hold her breath when she found out her distance from Ben was only a few inches away. Dea glared wide, but her chance of escape was closed by Ben who held the woman's nape back from shifting at any moment.

Dea's hand checks evaporate on the blanket, enduring the strange turmoil within her as Ben begins to narrow the distance.

Is this the time to unseal 31 this year?