Marry The Heir
Crispy Bread Breakfast

The cold and quiet morning, not completely silent when from one of the rooms came the sound of the moaning of two people who were mutually unpretentious. The hoarse and restrained voice belonged to Disa and Kean who had been on the move this early. Several times the two growled strongly as they both reached the peak of enjoyment from their passionate relationship.

Disa who gripped the bed sheet that became their bed while Kean who was panting jerked his body at Disa and moaned for the umpteenth time when the peak of pleasure was back in his gap. The exhausting morning, made the two bathed in sweat that soaked all over his body.

Kean dropped his body next to Disa, opened the blanket that had wrapped around his body and showed his glittering upper body washing in sweat.

Disa gasps next to him then he hugs tightly and pecks his forehead firmly. His eyes were still closed waiting for the outpouring of passion to descend entirely.

"I Love you sa" Kean repeated as long as they were wrapped in an unstoppable passion.

"Love you too" said Disa. Grasping the hand of her husband who was tightly circling her body. Like the expression of love that does not run out even more flourishing and deep in the recesses of both hearts.

One passionate whisper in the morning, it sounded so tempting that Disa gave her whole body and heart to her husband willingly. Especially when the kiss of Kean who swallowed his entire body with a gentle sweep of his hands rubbed every curve, making the feather of Disa bristled until the passion just appeared. No one can resist the passion on the fishing line this early including Disa.

“Please dear,.” Kean's voice still snorted with a warm breath blowing on Disa's neck, making him shudder amusedly for the umpteenth time. Until now his heart is still pounding fast, like running a few around the field.

Disa was just nodding, her power drained out this morning.

Kean loosened his embrace a little so that Disa could sigh deeply. She pulled apart the hair that covered Disa's face and kissed her cheek. It's nice for Kean as he wakes up and gets Disa in his arms, like his life has been completely perfect.

“Honey, today you do not need to go to the boutique yes.” whispered Kean. His nose was still peeling at the nape of Disa making his woman squirm amused. He likes the smell of morning sweat acid mixed with the natural body aroma of Disa.

“Why is that a?” Disa flipped her body flat. Kean was looking at him.

“You must be tired, just rest at home."

"Follow out for breakfast and I'm anterin again at home. But inget, do not watch drakor all day.” Korean drama remains a rival. Especially if you remember Shafira's incitement about the romanticization of Korean oppa that can melt the heart of any woman.

“But I have the same promise of customers who want to go to the boutique. Besides I am not used to diem at home do not say anything.” protested Disa.

“Kalo diem continue, my body even pegelnya.” Its effects.

Kean looked at his wife's face that was a little pale from exhaustion. He did unite his body with Disa several times, as his passion was not exhausted. It is natural that his wife is exhausted.

“Yes already, you do not have to clean the house and other heavy things. No need to cook too, we will eat out.” He grabbed Disa's body closer and hugged her back. On the backrest of Disa's body on her chest that field and sexy in decorated muscle protrusions typical of men's macos.

“And breakfast this morning, I made. You are only in the room, later I bring.”

“Hah really?” His eyes immediately rounded enthusiastically. An offer like this cannot be missed.

“Iya. In addition to making the bread you teach, I can also make toast. You'll see, you'll like.” Kean's words were so convincing. He's already looking through the video reference making breakfast look easy to follow. He was very sure he could do it too.

"Nih list of romance oppa korea that can make you melt, brother must try." the message was sent by Shafira last night.

Lots of romantic things that become peer for Kean.

"1. Morning kiss's. 2. Hugs from behind. 3. Make breakfast, (see more fully.)" and much more imagination of the women Shafira sent her. Honestly, this is not his skill at all. But maybe he could try.

"What the fuck is this kid? It's only been 18 years but his brain is filling up like this." Kean grumbled last night. But then he thought, Does Disa really like it?

While Disa becomes stunned to imagine how Kean cooks for her.

“Why? Can't believe?” He saw his face from the reflection of the mirror.

His burly hands wrapped around the innocent body of Disa behind the blanket and tightened his embrace making Disa slightly jerked, waking up from her daydream.

“Hehe.. Yes believe.."

"But the hell time I'm just diem. Really uproot later.”

“Your intentions are very high. It should be my turn to serve you.” His whisper.

Can see his own face from the reflection of the glass. His hair was still messy with a face that did look pale.

“This is because I haven't had a shower. Later also if you have taken a shower again.” Disa moved from her place to take a hair tie.

“Where are you?” kean immediately held him. He still refused to let go of his embrace.

“I want to take a hair. My hair is rich lion.”

“I am the iketin.” Kean first took a tie of Disa's hair and tied it not too strong. She smiled to herself to see her sweet husband.

“Aa today go home malem no?” He rubbed Kean's cheek gently.

The fine hair around his sturdy face and jaw palpated roughly and laughably at the same time.

“Ngak. I have an important event outside. You come yes.” he put his head on Disa's shoulder and shook his head to make Disa wriggle amused.

“Where are you going a? What event?” She turned to look at her husband.

“Later you will know. Wear comfortable clothes, semi formal kok.” He pecked his back a few times.

“Who will we meet?” They can panic themselves. She had never accompanied Kean to an important event after she became the wife of this young master. He has to think about what he looks like.

“Not many people. And you're the main character.” One last kiss was given to Kean before he left, like avoiding the next question of Disa.

“Why baby, still want?” Kean smiled flirtatiously making Disa blush.

“Ish. We're not done talking. What will I wear?”

“Pake whatever shirt you are beautiful. Why should it be this sweet?” Kean twitched Disa's cheek with anxiety.

“Aa, don't do that. What will I be ashamed of? At least tell the clue of the show, let me get ready.” His face became scowled because Kean was very difficult to tell what event they would attend.

“Yes, I'll be at the boutique later this afternoon. We'll have lunch and find something suitable for you to wear. Hem?” In the tangkupnya Disa face then he looked with the page.

“Ya udah.” According to.

“Girls pinter.”

“Now I want to take a shower first, very sticky my body.”

“Oh yes already, I prepared the water first.” Isa is moving. Looking for his nightgown that was thrown somewhere by Kean.

“No need, unless you want to take a shower.” Kean smiled seductively.

“Ngak!” Reject Disa. He prefers to hide behind a blanket.

Kean just smiled at his wife. He did not wait long until he finally went into the bathroom and then got out of the blanket to get dressed.

*****

The surprise still continued, Kean actually cooked for Disa. he made a mostly overcooked toast.

Yes, Disa called it too ripe because the color is not golden brown anymore but a little black. Seeing Kean busy himself with his cooking turned out to be a sweet sight. She sat down at the dinner table waiting for her husband to finish making breakfast.

His hands were busy moving around. His shirt sleeves he rolled up to half an arm and then his tie he rolled and put in a pocket. His forehead was sweating again because it turned out that preparing breakfast was not as easy as Kean saw in the video.

One packet of fresh bread runs out in half and leaves only a few sheets that are not too charred. In the middle of it Kean gives chocolate jam and banana pieces also grated cheese.

The kitchen table is a mess in an instant, it may be true that the saying that daring to get dirty is good. No, dirty daring is cool. Yes, her husband is very cool. Cooler than the Korean oppa because this is the original version that can be seen directly.

“Okey, done!” yells.

In spirit he brought two pieces of bread that were cut diagonally on a plate, complete with strawberry pieces as a garrison.

“This is a darling, we have breakfast first.” said Kean. He also brought two glasses of milk.

“Eeemmm the fragrance is good.” Disa smelled the smell of toast that makes her stomach immediately rumble ask in the contents.

“Yes but somewhat over cook.” Kean scratched his head which was not actually itching. It turned out that preparing breakfast was not as easy as it seemed, especially when it was done by someone as unfamiliar as Kean.

“But it looks like it's delicious. Can I try?”

“Sure, this is for you.” Kean immediately brought it closer to Disa.

Noticing Disa who was taking a slow bite of her homemade toast made her wonder what it was like. He let Disa eat while she could only support her chin while swallowing her saliva roughly. He was really curious to taste it.

“Aa no eating?” It was only realized that Kean was just looking at him.

“The bottle is up.” Kean pointed at the burnt bread on the kitchen table, with the corner of his eye.

“Yeah, sorry I'm even engrossed in eating alone.” Is soon awakened.

“It aa eat only.” She brought the plate to her husband.

“But later you are still hungry.” His face looked alarming, between hungry and unbearable to Disa.

“Enough this.” Desak Disa's. Finally Kean came along to eat, enjoying his homemade breakfast. Maybe this is the definition of eating a plate together with his wife.

“Em, kinda dryness yes.. Same bread is still over cook.” Kean commented on his own cooking. It turned out that until the last bread, it was still a bit charred.

“Again ngetrend kok a, somewhat crispy bread gitu.” She tried to comfort her husband.

“But my make is not crispy, this is gosong.” He was upset with his own breakfast.

“Yes is okay. This is pretty good for beginners. Although not perfect on the tongue but perfect in my heart.”

“Who else can try breakfast with toast made aa? I'm just doing it for sure.” Disa proudly devoured the piece of bread in her hand.

Kean smiled with a smile at his wife's behavior. Food stuff does not only have to be filling and delicious on the tongue but must be enjoyed with all your heart.

“Still yes.. Next time I make a better breakfast.” On the swab the corner of His lips that leaves a brown jam stain.

“Ready!” Cana raised her thumb with vigor.

Breakfast this time was enough to give him the spirit to live a day that would be tiring.

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