Suddenly Husband Wife
My cooking ain't good, is it?

I didn't expect that Sofi and Aslan would be my neighbors, just before returning home. Sraya took them to lunch first. Not sincere, but what if Sraya asks?

My ex-boyfriend and ex-friend had recently moved from The Hague, Netherlands. I wonder why they choose to live in an apartment? Though as far as I know they are very able to buy a luxurious house in the capital of Jakarta.

Sofi was very enthusiastic to enjoy the lunch that Sraya cooked, whatever my wife cooked like made with love so as to produce a delicious taste.

This afternoon I am relaxing in my room with Sagara. Seeing this child, I immediately remembered my sister Nastiti. How is he doing now?

I will never forgive the man who has made Nastiti so miserable, a plan I have put together and secretly I live without much knowing.

Only my rich grandpa, Daren, and uncle Levie are fit to support my plan for success. Just waiting for the time it will explode and make Maxwell regret for opening my dark side.

I picked up my high-tech phone, and I immediately typed in the message I sent to Daren. "How's it going, Nastiti?"

One minute, two minutes, to five minutes finally heard a notification from the device I put on the nightstand, a reply from Daren. "Miss Nastiti is fine sir, Rey's doctor also works at one of Brisbane's city hospitals thanks to great master Aaron."

Grandpa Aaron? So both of my grandfathers wanted to get into my trouble. What is their real purpose, is it because of their guilt all this time to me? And they want to make themselves useful.

My family relationship is complicated. I only learned Mr. Kim as my grandfather when I was seventeen, I chose not to find out why I was able to separate from them and was found in an empty villa near the estate of Mr. Permana.

Although from childhood I knew that I was not the biological son of Permana and Masayu's mother. Because my facial lines are so different from theirs, but it all makes me lack even the slightest bit of love I get. I'm also not worried that Nastiti is on Kim's and Aaron's grandfather's bail.

"Come to Jakarta, I'll wait two days." Back I sent a message to daren, everything I ordered to a twenty-five year old young man. Seumuran with Sraya, always completed well and precisely.

"Mas, Sagara's a henchman, right?" Sraya goes into the room and checks Sagara, who is sleeping after finishing a bottle of milk.

I smiled and pulled the hand of Sraya who was sitting next to me until she lay down, now one hand immediately hugged Sraya and another hand supported my head.

"This magazine is just the origin, what if you get Saga," Sraya grumbled because of the impromptu action I did.

"No! safe, I miss you. Hospital time Mas gabisa sleeping, Dik." I stroked Sraya's smooth cheeks very gently, again Sraya's cheeks met with red.

I liked to tease Sraya the most until she was shy of her own husband, he hugged me back and looked into my eyes which he often said had sharp eyes. "Why can't you sleep, Mom?"

"So of course Mas can not sleep if it does not hurt you, only you can sleep soundly." I kissed her lips briefly after saying that.

It was a word I said honestly, a hug that Sraya gave like a blanket that warmed a cold night, the fragrant aroma of Sraya's body like a sleeping drug that could bring me sound, he said, and the breath of Sraya that was so smooth channeled the calmness that I felt.

"I also couldn't sleep yesterday, and I kept making chicken risoles to ngusir taste my bosen," Sraya told me.

"Oh yeah? Why don't you know you're making food, still no? I want to taste."

"There's still a lot, Mom. Relax I made a lot, hmm .. the plan wants me to share mba Sofi anyway, itung-itung welcome new neighbors."

"Don't!" I quickly rejected Sraya's plan.

"Why, Mas? He also attended college. You can't do that, if we have more food it has to be shared. Can't be stingy." Sraya gave a short talk with lips that were licked.

I held Sraya with both hands. "It is not okay, just not willing to eat your food in the taste of outsiders. Only I have the right."

"Where can it be like Mas" protested Sraya.

Sraya let go of my embrace and looked seriously at me. "What kind of reason is that? When my cooking is not allowed to be tasted by others, is my cooking not good? Sampe Mas embarrassed if people come to enjoy the taste?"

"Not that, precisely because your cooking tastes so good. I'm not willing to take someone else to the wife's cooking, Mas."

Our conversation apparently woke up Sagara who had been sleeping for two hours. Sraya immediately got up from our bed and turned to the baby, he raised our child's body carefully and cradled Sagara.

I noticed the interaction of Sraya and Sagara, very clearly visible affection in the eyes of this woman. I took the initiative to help Sraya by taking wet tissue that is often used to clean Sagara, pampers and pants instead.

"It's under her pants." I'll leave what I took to Sraya.

"Thank you" answered Sraya briefly.

Tok to tok.

"Mas Akram? In dalem ya." Amel knocked on the door from the outside which I opened immediately.

"Yes, Mel. Why?"

"Mas auxiliary Amel dong ngerjain report, there is material that Amel does not understand can, right. Mas?"

"Could, if we did, just hang out in the living room." I saw Sraya who had now finished cleaning Sagara. "Dik, help Amel first."

"Yes" answered Sraya briefly, without a smile as usual and without staring. I just sighed, closed the pinta and caught up with Amel.

"What can't you do, Mel?" I took my seat next to Amel. I saw Amel wearing a leopard-patterned dress with one armless strap.

I don't know why I was a little uncomfortable with the appearance of Amel, especially when smelling the perfume that I know it is a brand of baccarat. "Mel, put on your jacket. Not cold you make rich gini clothes."

"Where is the cold Mas, anyways in this house, I'm not going anywhere, too" replied Amel.

Ah he doesn't know, did he deliberately lure me? I ignored Amel's appearance and focused on the material this girl asked.

It just so happened that Amel took the same economy as me, so I knew enough and helped Amel. Several times Amel shifted his body closer to me. Once, twice, three times.

"Mel, slide dong. You sat him down and he stuck to the end of this sofa" I told Amel.

"The abbot Mas clear away how Amel can understand."

"Lecturers just give material from a distance of a few meters of students to understand," said I who made Amel manyun.

It had been half an hour and Amel's task was almost complete. The sound of our apartment bell rang, apparently Amel had ordered my favorite coffee and donuts. He's sitting next to the laptop at the table.

"When did you miss all this, Mel?"

"So, Mas. As payment Mas Akram already want to help Amel."

I brewed the coffee that Amel had ordered and just ate a bite of a donut with a tiramisu flavor when Sraya came out of the room.

"Bak, you want a donut? It's Mas Akram's favorite donut, you know."

Sraya looked at me and Amel took turns then. "Thank you, Mel. Previously Mba wanted to fry you artificial risoles, Mba. But not so."

"Well, why Mba?" ask Amel.

"Fine, Mba ain't good. You eat donuts."

Sraya went back into the room and closed the door again.

What is Sraya cramming?