My wife Canduku
like dejavu

Sometimes the Incas still think about Vino's rude attitude towards Adhis, as he had seen before. Because, during the Inca dating Vino, never once did the man treat the Inca as harsh.

"Darling, watch what?" Inka was startled by Marip's voice suddenly sitting next to her.

Inka and Mario are currently in the TV room. Every weekend, they are always here, as Mario asks. It is likely that from now on, they will stay in the apartment longer. Mario likes a quiet and not crowded atmosphere. He also prefers to stay alone with his wife without any distractions.

"The Korean drama I watched yesterday." Answer Inka.

"The actor is handsome, Brother." Said the Inca again with a radiant face.

"Where the hell is that handsome?" Mario's eyes rounded in front of the 42inc smart TV.

"Now, this is the lead role, his name is Lee Min Ho." The Inca pointed at the picture on the screen, showing a man with a sharp nose with red lips and crescent-like eyebrows.

"That's a pretty good-looking thing." Inca's face lit up with her own cheeks.

"It's all that I said handsome. That handsome guy who fucked my rich, that's just a guy. Men are so good." Mario said he could not accept seeing his wife praise another man.

"Ih, he's handsome, brother. Very handsome. just really use."

"I'm more handsome."

"She, sister. anyhow if you are handsome, why not become an artist. Yo!"

"Because I don't want to, don't be an artist, a lot of girls are chasing me, let alone be a trying artist."

"Isa.. Narcissistic." Inka threw out her face and pursed her lips.

Blips.. Suddenly the television was turned off.

"Cook on his TV in matiin." Inca hits Mario's arm.

"Udah do not need to watch, mending we make our own film."

"Relieve it!" The Inca immediately moved from his seat, before Mario began to paddle.

"Eh, where are you going? How to escape." Mario tried to catch the Inca arm, but to no avail. Inka had dodged quickly, making Mario also move and pursue his wife.

inka still ran into the kitchen. With a faster pace, Mario instantly captured the Inca body.

Hap. Mario catches the Inca arm and hugs her. "Wouldn't run, honey. I see it horrified."

Inca smile. Mario is so protective of her.

"Yes, don't run away." Inka showed her sweet smile.

Then Mario sits at a mini bar table, while the Inca still stands next to him.

"Sister, I want donk pasta!" Incan Whine.

"I want your homemade spaghethi, just like the first time I came to this apartment. You're gonna make me that, that's not so good." Inka explained like a child, while Mario did not blink looking at his wife talking by propping up his chin.

"You cravings?" Ask Mario in the same position.

"Maybe." Answer the Inka.

"All right, I'll make it." Mario moved from his seat with excitement.

Then he stroked the Inca's stomach, before it passed. "Papa's gonna make spagethi the most delicious for you."

The Inca followed Mario's steps.

Then, Mario eagerly entered the kitchen, circling the mini bar table. He deftly wears an apron and prepares his cooking utensils. He opened several doors over the kitchen set and refrigerator.

"Okay, all the cooking equipment is ready."

Chequek. Inka photographed her husband's rare act.

"Well, I'm not ready, baby. Try re-photos." Mario said after realizing that the Inca were swiping at him.

The Inca chuckled and said, "Narsis beud."

Chequek..

This time the pose of Mario is like a reliable chef with both fingers next to his head and a smile sumringah.

"Darling, don't copy your papa's strings." Said Inka while stroking her stomach.

Mario laughed with a big Inca smile.

Thirty minutes, Mario grapples with kitchen and other supplies. The Inca simply became a spectator, sitting directly opposite him. Incessantly the Inca also commented on the smile, when he saw Mario who skillfully cooked. Finally, spaghethi is ready to serve.

"Hm... Fragrant." Inka rubbed her hands together. He was impatient to eat the food Mario made. However, Mario.still stringing the dish on a plate that will be served to his beloved wife.

"Tara.. Special to the only woman I love." Mario round mini bar table.

"Well.." The face of the Inca was very radiant, when it received a plate from Mario.

Spagethi in the middle of the plate is complete with bolognese sauce and minced meat on it, then there is chili sauce next to it in the shape of a heart.

The Inca began to put the food in her mouth.

"Hm.. Tasty, sis. it's hmm scaring to throw away." Said the Inca with a mouth full of pressure, while displaying her thumb.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Ask Inka, after swallowing her food.

Mario shook his head, "I'd rather eat something else."

It's like dejavu, the events and words that Mario spoke were the same, like five years ago, as they were preparing for their wedding and the second time the Inca stayed at Mario's apartment with the status of a future wife.

"Hmm. I know now, what the other food means." Inka grinning.

"What?"

"Eat me, right?"

Mario chuckles and ruffles Inca hair. "Printer."

"Reserve yes!" said Mario, while enjoying the view of his wife who was enjoying his homemade cuisine with ravenous.

"It turns out to be true said Mama Indah. You are spoiled." Actually." Mario smiles and rubs his Inca hair.

"All those women are basically spoiled, brother. But sometimes, circumstances force us not to be spoiled."

Mario cupped the adorable woman's face.

"From now on, be yourself. I like you who are spoiled, I like you who are fierce, I like you who are independent, and I like you who start asking first to serve me." Mario chuckled with his own words. He laughed amusedly when he remembered that, until his body swayed and his mouth was covered with one palm

"The last one, not really." Inka hits Mario's arm with a face that meets red.