
"By opening the door." call Pras from the outside.
Dara was surprised, it was still three in the afternoon, Pras was already home.
Did I not hear wrong, brother Pras has come home at this hour? but who else if not him. Let me still be lazy to meet him. bathin dara.
"By opening, don't let me break down the door. I count to three. One ...two ..ti.. ga." Pras spoke out loudly.
Shut up, and there was no movement in the room yet. Pras was forced to throw a rough breath, suppressing his patience to the lowest point.
"Bara, please.open the door, do not be like a child." this time Pras persuaded in a soft voice.
"Darling, I know it's wrong, open the door, and talk. "
"Become, honey....." Pras kept calling dara.
Hearing Pras call her dear, Dara grew increasingly upset and covered her ears with her hands.
End of Pras patience, if the way is smooth and soft then the smooth rough way is used.
Pras placed a tray of food on the table, and prepared to break down the door along with the open door of the room,
Smiling sumringah on Pras lips, Pras immediately took a tray and walked into the house. He locked the door from the inside, afraid that the virgin would dodge and run away.
"Ma, eat this, since this morning you haven't eaten. I don't want to until you're sick." Pras spoke softly.
Dara sat in front of the window staring out without intending to answer Pras.
"Ma, eat ma, I don't want you to get sick."
"I'm not hungry and don't force me" she said softly.
"I'm not forcing you, but I'd be very happy to feed you my way if you wouldn't eat by yourself" Pras said
Dara turned her head and Pras smiled slanted, a smile that was hated by the virgin.
"Ok, if you don't want to eat alone, I don't mind feeding you" Pras said.
Pras put his tray on the table beside the bed and walked towards the dreamy virgin back.
With a step, Pras walked towards the virgin and lifted her up,
Pras sat him in bed. And he pulled the chair sitting in front of the virgin and took a plate filled with rice and gave it to the virgin.
"Eat, or do you want me a bribe?"
"I said I'm not hungry!" dara throbs up. Dara just realized Pras was really annoying.
Pras took the rice and began to feed the virgin, "Eat it yourself, or you want to eat it another way! in this way for example," Pras advances his lips.
"I don't mind, after all, I haven't..." Pras deliberately hung his sentence.
Dara glared perfectly, "A.what do you mean!" his hands he crossed closed his chest. Dara was alert if Pras suddenly attacked her, she was a mature woman and understood the direction of Pras' conversation.
Haha...Pras laughed amusedly, and was anxious to see the virgin's attitude.
"I mean well, I just want to feed the wife who is sulking, Alright, it turns out you chose the second option. Pras releases a spoonful of rice back to the plate and intends to put the plate, but his movement stops because the virgin snatches the plate.
Dara stuffed the rice into her mouth violently, showing her resistance.
"Slow down baby, you can choke" said Pras softly.
"Uhuuk...uhuuuk.." dara coughed to hear Pras call him dear. It's weird and it's disgusting.
Pras took the drinking water and immediately gave it to the virgin. Dara drank it up.
"Don't call me baby, I don't like it"
"But I love it, from now on get used to your affectionate calling from me. Finish your food and get ready. We will attend the wedding of your best friend Hanum." said Pras rubbing.soft head of virgin. Then he stepped away.
Dara was stunned again, Pras gently rubbed his head, it felt warm and comfortable to go inside. Honestly, his heart was back.
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