ROMAYAS
The unknown love
Pramana entered the room again and brought their marriage certificate. Mr. RT is looking carefully.
"This is the date now, Pram?"
"Yes, sir, I just picked him up at his office. Because we married in series in Maya village. So I want to legally enforce it. So the date and place correspond to where we live here. Because the exit is here. So sir.."
Pramana held back her nervousness. And give the right reasons. Mr. RT stood looking at people outside.
"Well, Pram is now clear. Then we say goodbye first. Give our regards to Maya's deck. Good night"
Pramana saw the departure of that man. He immediately locked the door and walked towards the room where Maya used to live.
But the woman he was looking for was making something in the kitchen. Because they haven't eaten tonight.
"What cooking?"
Pramana leaning on the side of the kitchen door. He held both of his hands together. Looking at Maya, the memory of the kiss continued to appear in her eyes.
"Something delicious..." Maya turns to Pramana at a glance with her smile and goes back to cooking.
Pramana walked over to Maya. Hugged the now legitimate woman to be his wife from behind. Maya was riveted, her blood murmur was flowing again.
He kissed Maya's smooth white shoulders because he was wearing a pretty sexy nightgown that they had bought in the market. His wife's clothes make Pramana eager to taste the body of the makeup.
"Mas... for a second. I finish my job first."
Maya tries to block Pramana's movements, but her eyes remain closed due to Pramana's touch.
"Just a moment .." whispered Pramana lirih in Maya's ear. He kept on tasting the sensitive part.
"My hands are smelling like onions..." Maya brings her finger to the face of her husband.
"God... " Pramana held her head up.
"All right. I'm waiting for your cooking. Make it better." Finally he relented with a weapon that began to loosen because of the smell of onions.
Mas Pram. I will try to be a good wife. I better get this over with...
Maya smiles seeing Pramana walking out of the kitchen. Then continue cooking her cooking.
Pramana took a sip of the cigarette she had just burned. He sat in the living room with the door open, so that the puff of smoke could come out.
"Mas.. Let's eat.." Maya calls her husband to dinner.
Pramana immediately closed the door and locked it. He walked to the minimalist dining table.
"Well, this cuisine looks delicious." Pramana praised Maya's cooking when she first became his wife.
"It's..." Maya gives a plate of rice to her husband. Then they ate the food Maya made happily.
Pramana looked at Maya who seemed to fret with her clothes because it was quite open. His mind has traveled where.
"What's wrong?" he pretended not to know.
"I don't like wearing these clothes. Very open." Maya puts a dirty dish of chalk.
"Isn't a nightgown like that?"
Pramana held amused to hear Maya because indeed she swapped the nightgown chosen by Maya with her choice. Maya realizes it but doesn't dare to ask her husband.
"Yes, I'll wear it when I go to sleep." Maya cleans the dining table.
"I'm sitting in front of you.." Pramana burned another cigarette.
Strange basic.I have chosen a good one and can be used at home for a day. He even replaced it with this..
Maya grumbled in her heart. He went into his room. He took out some of the clothes he bought.
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Seriate