My boyfriend Mata Duitan
Sorry about I

In the morning, Raksa woke up around 4 a.m. For the Raksa who has the habit of waking up at dawn, it is not a problem. After doing his duty, he immediately went on a bicycle that had been pinned by the store owner. Raksa deliberately hid in the garage of the house. Incidentally they do not have a vehicle, so Kalin rarely diggubek garage. The thought there might not be.

Raksa immediately pedaled his bike, "The real mistress who does not want to lose," said Raksa while holding the cold of the morning wind.

Pretty long Raksa reached out to the one he usually takes on the tram, here he goes on a bike. After about half an hour of pedaling, Raksa finally arrived. He went into the store which turned out to be in line with people who want to order milk.

The average person wants to consume fresh milk, rather than packaged milk. So this store has many kosnusmennya, in addition to already guaranteed quality and the right price.

After getting twenty bottles of milk, Raksa continued to pedal his bike towards the old housing on google map and only 20 minutes. Continue him down the road, Raksa deliberately wear gloves so that the cold does not puncture in his skin.

"Thank you I got paid but I got paid!" he said he now saw the paper listing the name of the house that he would deliver milk. In each house near the door there is a basket that fits one botoi. So Raksa put tuhin one-on-one, according to the house number that emnag subscription.

Because not all in the complex are milk messages, so Raksa must be careful really and should not be wrong.

Krekks!

The last bottle of milk he put in a basket made of iron baskets.

He was worried that it was almost 6 am now, and that meant he had to go back home. In addition to reports that all orders have been delivered all.

With a little relaxed, Raksa tried to enjoy the view of the city that is still minimal people who go back and forth. Until finally Raksa arrived in front of his rented house. The Raksa enters the bike into the garage. He took off his coat and made breakfast.

The cessss!

Cold seasoning mixed with hot oil.

And immediately smelled of fried rice made by Raksa, Kalin woke up and had enjoyed the fragrance for a while before going to the bathroom. He knocks before he finally enters. I think Kalin has his traumas after a confusing incident in the bathroom with Raksa.

"Why is he cooking so early?" murmured Kalin whose stomach did not know himself.

Run the bath he way to the dining table, there Raksa has prepared two dishes of fried rice complete with eggs cow eyes.

"Breakfast before you go to college!" said Raksa.

Kalin there actually smelled the aroma of the shoulders of her husband.

'He doesn't really care about me anymore. But never late in food, even if the situation is even so as kayak gini, anyway?' inner Kalin.

Raksa, who used to steal kisses, has never. They seem instead husband and wife, they look more like other people who happen to live together under one roof.

Raksa also realized this situation is not comfortable for you, only he wants to love a lesson just as the pretentious child does not want to be guarded, he said, what he did was for the good of his own. Be safe in the country of people.

Somehow, the farther, Kalin was the more awkward patch Raksa lips on his cheek. While eating, he tried to eliminate the thoughts or memories when Kalin had not met Rahmi. Because the jatohannya is the troublemaker yes the ex-girlfriend who has not been able to move on.

Maybe not accidentally Kalin who wants to actually hold his chair with her husband's feet.

"Hem," Raksa cleared his throat, while Kalin he had a chance to talk.

"Oh yes, today I think I came home late" said Kalin.

"Hem," the Raksa cleared his throat again.

Kalin considers deheman her husband that means yes approved.

"As far as you are, you're big, right?" said Raksa who finished his meal.

and Raksa's answer also invites Kalin's guilt.

"I'm sorry, hiks.." said Kalin with a whim.

Raksa diem, not no matter but he was waiting for what Kalin wanted to talk about again.

"Gue knows I'm wrong. You are wrong too. We're both wrong, but don't get me like this, hikss..."

And there Raksa turned her body, she squirmed Kalin's face was already a tearful. She wiped the tears with her thumb.

"I'm sorry too, I'm too hard!" said Raksa.

"Gue forgot you're still a leak, I forgot you're still not an adult. I'm sorry, huh?" continued.

Kalin then hid her face in the chest of her husband's field, making her makeup damaged and her husband's clothes wet.

"Huhuhuhu," Kalin still hugged Raksa, even though he had a lecture that morning.

"You're leaving?" ask Raksa.

Kalin.

"Don't make me gnarly, will you?" Raksa kissed his wife. Making Kalin closed and feel the gentle treatment of her husband.

"Don't bolosan be a child!" he continued after releasing Kalin.

"But my eyes..."

"why are your eyes? swollen?" ask Raksa.

Kalin.

"Glassman!" Raksa is very excited. He pinched his wife's nose.

"If you don't want to go to college, what do you want?" ask Raksa.

Kalin.

Because of his anxiety, Raksa carried his little wife on the sofa. He hugged Kalin from behind while sleeping.

"Still in the morning, ntar lo I anterin. What time is college?" tanay Raksa's.

"What time? 9 O'clock..."

"There's still time, right? mother said that the eyes are tired or swollen, better at compressing the water of the angel, you wait here so I boil the water first," said Raksa. But Kalin prevented him from moving.

"No way!"

"Yes, you want to keep truant? you don't want to make it here we have to go through a lot, Kalin?"

"Ntar lo get angry again?" said Kalin plain.

"Good God, no! I know I was too much yesterday. I just want to keep you alone, just maybe I'm overprotective, so it makes you uncomfortable," said Raksa.

I don't know, today Kalin wants ngusel mulu in the arms of her husband. The hug she missed the last few nights.

But the name is still a boy, a few moments later Kalin woke up and he said he wanted to go to college. And this time she herself asked to be escorted with her husband on public transportation.