My Beloved Perjaka
After We Married Chapter 8

Chapter 8 - Confident, Ma'am?

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I don't have much time to waste. The next morning after dropping Neo and Ollie off at the same school. I took Bella to the Space Management office to meet Aunt Regina and Kevin.

"Religion..." Bella held out a piece of green melon that served as her breakfast when our car stopped, snaking at the crossroads in front of my mouth.

I widened my mouth as he did. "Udah," I said, ignoring the melon she gave me again.

"I'm clumsy, I don't have an appetite, baby. You're the one who ate." I explained, let him not misunderstand while pulling the transparent container from his hand.

Bella mangap then chewed the melon that I poured into her mouth.

"It's a habit" he commented, stomping his chin repeatedly cheerfully to the rhythm of Sheila On Seven's Just For My Mom, which accompanied our trip. One album he listened to. He loved it and every time I held the guitar, he would ask for one song to sing.

...“Damped in damn situation, in every condition with no conclusion.”...

...Muffled in damned situations, in every condition without conclusions....

Her singing seemed to reveal her heart. I smiled and ruffled her neat hair. I'm sure Bella's worried too. But even though he was anxious and anxious. Every day under any circumstances she could waste an hour in front of the dresser to do her perfect demeanor.

Bella snorted and then chewed on the melon that I had fed. I handed her the container when the road in front of our car was loose.

"Curhat, Ma'am?" godaku's.

Bella didn't say it but she made my hair goosebumps. Bella nodded.

Our car drove slowly and then stopped again after the red light came back on. I tidied her hair, afraid of being wrong, afraid that later we agreed last night disperse because her hair was not neat.

"Sorry, baby. Sorry." I said sorry even though my face was grim. "Your hair is the same as yours, don't worry!" imbuhku comforting.

I'm shuffling. Plaque. My shoulder was flat even though I was stuck to the car door, away from him.

Bella reached out to my ears with a little body leaning towards me.

"My hair is not the same as mine, but I set it!" obviously fierce.

"As I may, you set." chirped me.

We looked up after our bodies were close, I realized there was unease from the look in his eyes. Bella must have been punching me in the chest.

"Listen, Bella" I said after kissing her cheek. "There's nothing wrong with the way you're managing all this. But let me now decide everything we want."

"Yes–iya." Bella nodded with a heavy heart after her face seemed to consider my wishes. Bella is adept at acting, either because she is used to three or four professions at once or indeed her brain is watered down, she is suitable to be an artist but no, no, no, no. I can't see him getting an adult male co-star who can provide comfort and entertainment.

I shook my head, driving away this crazy thought and came to a realization as Bella patted my cheek gently.

"Why?" she asked, shaking her head and smiling like a star in a toothpaste advertisement. Again, perfection makes me think hard. Bella is well suited to any profession but being my wife is the best fit.

I pinched his cheek, smiling. "I'm just afraid you'll mind. All this time you have arranged everything." I said.

Bella told me to focus forward after a few vehicles started moving, unraveling the traffic jam. We drove off the crossroads and entered the one-way street.

"It doesn't matter if you can manage it, I'm glad my burden is reduced. But you don't try to be careless, everything you want to do has to tell me!"

"Yes," I nodded, still despite having been handed over to me the devolution of domestic policy authority. Bella was still willing to warn me, including the nagging. "But you promise me first, if you're wrong don't nag."

"Yes obviously nagging, tuh, tuh, not nothing you've done! Cooking can't. Sebel ah, I don't like diem." Bella folded her hands and threw away her face. Staring at the cars passing through our car while grumbling.

I let out a breath. The beginning was wrong too. What about tomorrow, which one I decide on a serious case of all. But if he's nagging it's like a year. Long, hot, still to woo and worst of all he likes to sleep in the children's room, telling me to sleep alone. But if Bella is silent, add ribet, plus her eyes glare. Remembering me, protesting, and geez, my screams.

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Angkasa Management's.

A very bright morning and free from cloud cover. The colors of this three-story building now make me stern after all this time I don't care about anything that happens in this place except my work.

As usual, get out of the car. Bella spouts perfume liquid onto her body. Then he coughed and pulled down the car glass.

"Eat him don't over, be old, have pity on your lungs."

Bella growled as she pulled my arm to approach her. I put on a grim face as he let out a quick breath that rained down on my face. "What did Abhimanyu say? Can't be revised?"

I held back a laugh while poking my lips firmly. Bella sharpens her eyes while shaking her head.

"You old man, have mercy on your lungs. That's what I said!" I said.

"Abimanyuuu..." Bella is frustrated. "In revision, say I'm young!" his insistence is passionate.

"Yes can't be Bella Ellis, you've got four heads asking to stay young." my protest teased her with beaming cheeks. I like to tease her.

"I'm at least younger than Aunt Marni. Let's say I'm young!"

Want me not to grimace. "Yes, kiss me before I say you're young."

Bella laughed, her hand she put on my chest. He kissed me as soon as I asked.

"I go down first, go to Regina's room. And I don't care if your friends that girls know I got out of your car!"

Bella pulled the corner of her lips cynically as if she was indeed annoyed to hear rumors circulating if I was involved in closeness with the co-star.

"I'm sexy and I'm proud. Chillies who like you must lose to mommy peppers. Not bad and delicious!"

I stuck out my tongue hearing her grunt. But I swear, Bella comforted me. His way of getting angry and jealous is sometimes like I see a sitcom drama.

I watched her walk gracefully from inside the car. His long blow-draped hair was draped on his back and swayed in step. Instead of feeling proud of having the perfect wife, her serious face with a raised chin made me want to ruffle through it. Bella must have been ranting and her war as a wonder woman was immediately destroyed.

I grimaced, with this radiant face that could really make Bella pick me up for mocking her.

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