Revenge On Crazy Husband
33. Pull Mine

"I love you."

Sakra took her eyes off Larisa who was laughing out loud in front of the mirror, expressing love for herself.

Ever since he came back from Demetrio's room, it was obvious that Larisa's mood had become very good. He said that today was his victory day, even if it was only a small victory.

"I've known that a long time ago, but why am I just thinking about it now?" larisa muttered while ruffling her hair softly, overjoyed. "For God's sake, Larisa, your brain should have been this smart."

"Hey, if you don't want to share with me then at least get me out of your room." Sakra chimed in annoyed. "I don't understand what you're talking about and it sucks!"

"I'm just being happy because my husband is a mighty man."

"That's disgusting, Larisa. It's amazingly disgusting."

Larisa kept laughing but this time she also turned away, hinting Sakra to come closer to her. Understanding the gesture, Sakra knelt down.

As Larisa's face approached her, Sakra immediately opened her mouth like she was about to receive water after thirst.

"That's right" whispered Larisa instead of kissing Sakra. "It's like that."

"What?" Sakra pulled Larisa's face for her to continue that, but Larisa just kept quiet.

"Demetrio's eyes are different from yours." Larisa rubs the tiny corner of Sakra's eye. "He didn't look at me as if he was thirsty and wanted me to let go of his thirst."

"You mean he's better?" Sakra frowned annoyedly.

"No. I mean he looked at me differently" Larisa said before tucking Sakra's lips. "He looked at me with the desire I begged him."

Sakra raised an eyebrow. His hand was immediately released from Larisa's face and Larisa let go of her face. But Sakra remained in a kneeling position, resting her chin on Kalista's thigh.

"What's going on? I really wonder what you're doing. Don't you want to derail Demetrio's marriage?"

"It is so."

"Then? Your plan?"

"Nothing." Larisa stroked Sakra's hair and chuckled. "I'm playing a game of tug of war now. I let Demetrio pull me all the way to the boundary line, then now it's my turn to suddenly pull the rope hard."

"Hm, then who's the rope?"

"You—"

"Sshhh." Larisa shook her head, forbidding Sakra to speak as if someone could hear. "This is not a plan, but an experiment. If I fail, I think I'll be humiliated. But if I succeed, I'll know Demetrio's weakness."

Sakra could not possibly argue if indeed that was her goal.

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Demetrio's mood is very good today. The man even smiled at lunch when the one on the table was not Demetrio's favorite food. Mama was surprised to see the look of springah on her son's face when she had to take a work holiday because of illness.

Demetrio hates working holidays, that's an important note. So there's no way she's happy.

"What bad things are you doing, honey?" mama asked so she couldn't stand Demetrio's smile. "You know you smiled like that two years ago? When you threw Larisa away. You think you're divorced all of a sudden?"

"Hm? Why do you think I want a divorce?" Demetrio. "Just calm down, I'll never get divorced. I've decided in my life that getting divorced is something that can't happen."

"Good," said Mama happily.

Demetrio is a unique type of child. Although he often did things beyond expectations and normalcy, but if Demetrio had decided on something for life, he would really have done it for life.

It was as simple as Demetrio as a child once said he would never put ginger in his mouth and until now Demetrio refused all food and drinks with ginger, even if it was medicine.

So it is certain Demetrio will not divorce even if he and Larisa do not want to see each other again later.

"But what makes you happy? At least tell Mama."

"Do you know what I like about someone?"

Mama blinked. "It was surprising but Mama suddenly thought Mama didn't know what kind of person you like" said the woman, very surprised by herself.

"I like people who can't live without me." Demetrio propped up his chin and smiled. "Like Mama, she'd be pretty hurt if I left. I like someone who's crazy if I'm not in their life."

"Ah, are you talking about Larisa? After what he did?"

"I'm a forgiving man." Demetrio. "As long as he apologizes properly, I'll forgive him."

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