
Arriving at the house Areliano led his wife's body to their room. Areliano is not working today, he ordered Bert to take over all his duties. Areliano wants to accompany Keisha.
Keisha sat on the edge of the bed. “Liano,” call Keisha.
Areliano looked at his wife as if saying ‘what is it?’
“What is crocodile meat good at eating?” asked Keisha in her innocent tone.
Areliano was slightly surprised by Keisha's question. “I don't know, you want to try it?”
Keisha nodded with excitement. “Bby?”
Areliano kissed his wife's lips. “Bby,” replied Areliano.
“But I want to see how to make it,” pinta Keisha.
“What do you want to do?”
Keisha thought for a moment, he remembered the video a few days ago passing on his social media trend lechon of crocodile meat. With a tempting red color and crispy. “Lechon,” Keisha replied with passion.
“Oke.” Areliano asked Bert to order a special consumption crocodile in livestock. He also asked the best chef to cook his wife's wish lechon.
Half an hour passed by the live crocodile the order Keisha had already come. With his spirit he wanted to see the crocodile of his desire.
Areliano asked for his service to bring crocodiles to the back area and prepare all cooking needs.
Keisha walked into the backyard, his lips smiling at the crocodile whose legs and hands were tied. There is a feeling of pity in Keisha, he wants to untie her. However, it was stopped because it got a sharp gaze from Areliano. “From,” by Areliano.
Keisha complied and walked away from the crocodile. Areliano wrapped his hands around Keisha's waist, so that his wife would not act as strangely as before.
The servants brought chairs to sit Keisha and Areliano. Areliano noticed the serious face of Keisha who was looking at the process of skinning the crocodile.
After the crocodile clean chef who has concocted the seasoning began to apply the seasoning on the crocodile body. “I want to try it,” said Keisha. His hand pointed at the chef who was polishing the seasoning.
Areliano nodded. His wife's body approached the chef and helped spread the seasoning. Areliano smiled looking at the serious face of Keisha who was helping to apply the seasoning.
After the crocodile is wrapped in a layer of seasoning it is time to roast.
Keisha sat back in the chair next to Areliano. “I can't wait to eat it,” said Keisha.
Areliano took out a handkerchief from his pocket when he saw Keisha's forehead sweating. Areliano slowly wiped away Keisha's sweat.
Keisha was glued, his eyes staring at the serious look on Areliano's face. For the first time Keisha felt Areliano looked a lot more than usual. Keisha's chest skipped quite a beat due to Areliano's treatment.
Her husband always managed to make Keisha's heart unsafe if it was nearby.
After half an hour waiting for Keisha to stare at the crocodile lechon with a length of one meter in front of her. Keisha's saliva filled his mouth cavity, he was not aware to eat his food of desire.
The waiter gave the knife to Areliano. Looking at the impatient Keisha, Areliano cuts the crocodile meat and puts it on Keisha's plate.
Areliano accepted his wife's bribe and began to chew it. It doesn't feel so weird.
Areliano was not interested in eating it anymore, he was more interested in watching Keisha who was eating voraciously.
Keisha gave up on feeling that her stomach was quite bulky. Areliano rubbed gently on Keisha's stomach. “Hin ephemera she is very satisfied.”
“Thank you, already fulfilled my wish.” Keisha gives a kiss on Areliano's cheek.
“Don't hesitate to tell me if you want something,” said Areliano. His hand rattled the top of his wife's head.
***
Keisha's leave is up, she goes to work among the drivers. Arriving at her room Keisha stared at the pile of files on her desk.
Keisha sighed then kept the bag and sat down in her work chair. Keisha picked up the office iPad and checked Reagan's schedule today. Keisha was quite surprised to see the day after Reagan was going out of town. Keisha immediately booked the plane tickets as well as, the hotel and other Reagan needs to stay two days.
Keisha brought the papers Reagan had to sign. He went to Reagan's room.
After one week of not seeing Keisha, Reagan was quite happy to see the woman appear as fresh as ever.
“This is sir, the file to sign.” Keisha gave the file to Reagan.
Reagan signed the file from Keisha. “How is my son in your stomach, is he okay?”
The head of Keisha who looked down was watching Reagan sign the file raised upwards looking at Reagan in the eye. “What do you mean?”
Reagan closed the file he had signed. “Honestly Keisha, if the child you bear is my son.”
“No, this is not your son,” asserted Keisha. Keisha took Reagan's signed file and stepped on his foot. But his steps were held back because his hand was pulled by Reagan. Keisha brushed Reagan's hand away.
“You still remember what happened two months ago when I took your chastity?”
Keisha's body stiffens when reminded of the night she hates most in her life.
“Then if you take my chastity that means this is your son? You're wrong Reagan!” Jerky Keisha.
“Then whose son if not my son, your husband's son?” Reagan smiled disdainfully.
“Iya,” reply Keisha.
“How can you be so sure, even your husband just asked me who the guy you met two months ago. Areliano's no fool Keisha, he knows the fetus you're carrying isn't his. So confess if it's my son.”
Keisha's body trembled violently, he held back the cries that would come out of his eyes. He didn't want to look weak in front of Reagan. “You are too confident Reagan, this fetus is not your son.”
Keisha chose to exit quickly from Reagan's room. His doubts are now clearly illustrated, the child in his stomach is most likely his son Reagan. But Keisha denied that fact, Areliano was very kind to her. Even until this moment her husband never asked Keisha in the slightest. In addition Keisha also saw sincerity in every face of Areliano who fulfilled his wish, he never saw Areliano forced to do so.
“Keisha Karenza, just look at what I'm doing. You must live happily with me,” Reagan's resolve. His hands clenched tightly, he had to figure out a way to snatch Keisha from Areliano.