Marrying You My Destiny
Food for Husband

"Don't judge a person by his good outward appearance. What else, Papa knows you just know too." said Devin lirih.

"Yes Pa, he's really good." Yana still, trying to convince the papa.

Yana helps Tasya cook meat in the kitchen. When she finished, Yana tasted it first. Afraid if it doesn't taste, it certainly doesn't taste good.

"Yana, your husband is going to work again. Try occasionally to take food to his office." Tasya said.

"Ma, I'm busy too" replied Yana.

"Although busy, it can be left behind. You're just a creative content creator" Tasya said.

"Yes, yes, I'll take Febby with me." replied Yana.

"Never later, but now" said Tasya.

"Yes, yes, Ma." Yana had to obey in the end.

A few minutes into the journey, Yana finally arrived. It is not his own hand that gives, even Febby's hand that mediates.

"Why do you bother bringing food?" ask Chaka.

"I was told to go with Aunt Tasya." Febby smiled, scratching his head.

Chaka's two eyeballs turned towards the door of the room, even checking the sidelines behind his body.

"Nothing is there?" ask Chaka.

"What are you looking for." Febby stared in wonder, trying to read Chaka's movements.

"I'm looking for my wife, upps...." Chaka was even flabbergasted, immediately moving quickly shut his mouth so as not to speak carelessly.

"Ciee.. began to acknowledge Yana." Febby is very familiar, with a soft pull up Chaka's sleeves.

"Forget it, my mind is in a mess." Chaka stared coldly.

Febby became reluctant. "Well, fine, I'll go first."

Febby and Yana go to Ronal's office. They deliberately wanted to shoot an anime drama. Ronal smiled, as Yana mispronounced the dialogue.

"Yes, because I'm not used to it." replied Yana.

"Try again, you look funny" said Ronal.

"Yes, the spirit of trying." Yana smiled cheerfully, raising both hands.

"Eh, why don't you." said Febby.

"He's a girl cartoon, a boy's voice" replied Ronal.

"Hahah.. quick response turned out to be him." Febby laughed.

"Yes, I'm used to it. This company I founded, manages all sorts of people. The point is, who has a creative soul." explained Ronal.

That night Yana reads a magazine book, pretending not to know her husband is coming home. In fact, already wanti-wanti peeking at the glass window. Only now acting in front of him.

Drrta!

Yana's phone rang, apparently a video call from Febby.

"What's up, tumben video call?" ask Yana.

"I want to tell you something terrible" replied Febby.

"What the hell?" ask Yana again.

"Chaka's cousin, Artha, caught me drying my underwear. It is a shame, where the mauran bin is dull. Hua...." Febby screamed loudly, making Yana's ears uncomfortable.

"Oh, just that. I guess what's wrong." said Yana.

"Well, your response is that. You don't know, I'm ashamed of 180 degrees Celsius. Not to mention the temperature of the earth's humidity, being a high range. Keep the force of gravity, which causes a tropical climate.." unfinished Febby chanted, it's been cut off.

"Just like a teacher of Natural Sciences." Yana bobbing head.

Febby pursed his lips bitterly, for what was said was real. It looks pretty, but he's really embarrassed.