Revenge On Crazy Husband
19. Not Funny

"Marya." Sakra called Larisa's name with a bit of panic as they walked in the desert.

No need to ask what is the matter, Larisa has also seen from a distance there, the signal from Mia is on. In other words, Demetrio woke up.

"Let's hurry." Larisa sped up her pace and ignored the piercing cold. He certainly hoped inwardly that Demetrio would not reach his room before Larisa came, but Larisa had also prepared excuses and precautions.

While on the other side, Demetrio walked through the passageway. Calm steps, do not rush to reach Larisa's room.

Since waking up, I had a feeling he wasn't in his room.

Demetrio was pretty sure that Larisa was leaving. Explaining it would be very troublesome, but if Larisa were to plan something, in this foreign place, she would inevitably have to do it herself.

Well, unless Demetrio's guessing wrong.

Step by step he sounded faintly along the passageway. Turning closer and closer to Larisa's room, before stopping right at her door.

Demetrio smiled at what Larisa might be doing. His hand was raised, planning on knocking on the door when suddenly the door was pulled open from within.

Along with Demetrio being shocked, his wife's face was also shocked.

"Demetry?" The pale Larisa frowned. "What are you doing in front of my room?"

I wrong? Demetrio doubted his own mistakes.

But then the man smiled. "It's strange that a husband comes to his wife on a honeymoon? Sleeping in different rooms is even stranger."

"so." Larisa said something cute, passing Demetrio just like that.

"Where do you want to go?"

"What else? Make a warm drink."

"Leave tell your waiter, right?"

"Both are asleep. They also have the right to rest."

Demetrio stared at the contents of Larisa's room while the woman got further away. It was neat and there was no sign Larisa had just come out.

Although it was hard to believe, it seemed that Demetrio had indeed misunderstood. Or is Larisa coming out tomorrow?

"Then" Demetrio turned around, following Larisa's move, "make it for me too."

On the other hand, Larisa was honestly still trying to catch her breath. The cold of the desert is very helpful in times like this.

It's too late for a second for Demetrio to know he's out.

"There is only warm milk." Larisa held out a glass of milk to Demetrio. "I remember you hate milk."

Demetrio sat on the dining table chair. Sip that warm milk gracefully. "As a husband, to eat and drink anything from his wife's hand is adab."

Indeed nothing can beat Demetrio's annoying nature.

Larisa was silent, taking the warm milk across from Demetrio. For a moment, there was only silence between them. But it was broken by Demetrio's words.

"Women or men?"

"What?"

"Our first child." Demetrio smiled meaningfully. "I want to know you wish it was a girl or a boy."

Isn't talking about that kind of thing weird when they even sleep apart? Of course, making a child can be done at any time and it's not like Demetrio prevented from doing it.

"Of course." Larisa answered ambiguously. "Rather than determining the sex of the child, isn't it much more interesting to discuss the readiness of both of us to be parents?"

"I'm ready."

"I'm not."

Demetrio raised an eyebrow. "Not ready? A woman like you?"

"Did a woman like me look ready?"

Her husband laughed. "It's been too late to talk in convolutes, my dear. Just say it directly."

More precisely Larisa is not ready if the father of her child is this kind of man. And what's more, how could Larisa give birth to a child when her father is dead rotting in hell?

Pity that boy. So Larisa will have it after later she finds a man who will not rot in hell.

"Mama and Papa are gonna urge you to get pregnant, you know that, right?" Demetrio looked at him as if he knew Larisa didn't want to. "The goal of our marriage is to increase Lawrence's offspring as soon as possible. It won't be funny I have to throw you out again because it turns out to be useless, right?"

Larisa just laughed. "yes too. Not funny."

That same joke won't be funny anymore. That's why now all that has to be thrown away is Demetrio. To have it all back 'funny'.

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