The Love Struggle of Young Miss
131

Cacha felt so nervous as her phone rang and there was Mike's name on the screen. The girl was so hesitant about lifting or letting it go. He was confused what to talk to Mike about, because honestly he still felt bad after talking as if insulting the man.

The call was interrupted because Cacha did not answer it. A minute later, a message came in and Cacha opened it immediately.

I'm sorry to interrupt your break, Miss. Hope you're healthy, miss. Good evening.

Cacha's heart was beating very fast after reading the message. He also subconsciously pressed the call icon, Cacha's heart was getting more and more unreasonable when the call was already connected.

"Miss?" The voice from across the phone managed to shock Cacha.

"Yes, Mike." Cacha was so nervous.

"You haven't slept?" ask Mike gently.

"No, Mike. I'm out of the bathroom" said Cacha reasoned.

"Sleep, Miss. It's night. You need to rest a lot to recover quickly."

Cacha was so touched to hear Mike's attention for her. "Thank you for your attention, Mike."

"Together, Miss. It's my duty as a man to pay attention to his superior, miss." For some reason, Cacha felt insinuated by Mike's words.

"Mike—"

"Miss, I hear you're going to make a proposal with Mr. Rendra tomorrow night. Congratulations Miss, may your event run smoothly, even to the level of marriage without any obstacles."

"Thank you very much, Mike. Are you really retired, Mike?" cacha asked doubtfully.

"It could be, Miss. I want to open my own business maybe. Why is that, Miss?"

"No papa, Mike. Why don't you say goodbye to me. Are you still mad at me?"

"I have no right to be angry with you, Miss. I've always prayed for your happiness, Miss. Then I turn it off first. Have a break."

"Good night too, Mike."

The call was interrupted, Cacha let out a long sigh as she looked at her phone screen that was still on. His heart was really worried at this moment.

"Is it true that love never looks at age or position?" mumbling Cacha. He put his cell phone back down, then closed his eyes to sleep. He must be ready to live tomorrow.

***

Nathan felt his bed, his eyes opened wide as he felt the bed next to him feel empty and he felt nothing there. Nathan wakes up, shocked to see his wife beside him.

"Lad!" call Nathan, but there's no say. Roughly, Nathan got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, ascertaining whether his wife was there or not, but the result was nil. The bathroom had no occupants at all.

Nathan stepped wide out of the room while shouting to call his wife's name, his current destination was Cacha's room. However, before his hand knocked on the door, a voice from the back managed to shock the man.

"Where are you from, Beb?" ask Nathan. He walked up to Nadira and hugged her tightly.

"I ran out of the kitchen, wanted to eat but it's so bad." Nadira spoke spoiledly, Nathan pinched Nadira's cheek gently.

"Why males? It must be because your handsome husband isn't nemenin' right?" goda Nathan is confident.

"There is malem, afraid of fat," said Nadira a little ketus. "Ohhhh!" Nadira shouted as she felt her body drift.

"Allah, the crocodile's mouth is that. Said the fat wife is okay, but later see the sexy, slim, beautiful uh immediately nyosor so," grumbled Nadira with pursed lips.

Nathan sat Nadira in a chair in the kitchen and squatted down in front of the woman. His hands clasped tightly onto Nadira's hands, while his gaze stared inside both of his wife's clear eyeballs.

"Darling, believe me that only you occupy my heart. Your name has filled all the space in this heart niche and no place for another heart is customary."

Nadira's face reddened when she heard her husband's crush. The man was always able to make himself lulled and always feel in love, as if paying off his heartache yesterday.

"Now what do you want to eat? Let your most handsome husband cook for you," imperious Nathan, patting his chest in pride.

"Can you cook?" nadira asked dismissively.

"Wah .. of course ... no!" nathan replied accompanied by laughter, making Nadira roll her eyes lazy. "But I'll try for you and I'm sure that this magical hand can help make a delicious meal for my wife." Nathan showed me his right palm.

"God! What magical hand?" Nadira.

Nathan stood up and brought his face closer to his wife's. Nadira was so nervous as to feel warm Nathan's breath hitting her cheek.

"Magic hands that can make you melt and sigh*h pleasure," whispered Nathan right in Nadira's ear.

"Sister Nathan sucks!" Nadira slightly pushed Nathan's body away, but the man remained in place.

"My ears hurt hearing you call brother on. Already let's cook, will hunt more and more at night if you eat more fat just body."

Nathan walked up to the freezer to look for ingredients to make fried rice without caring for his already very upset wife.

"If I don't want to be the same fat one, yes it's the same as other girls," nagged Nadira by folding her hands in front of her chest.

"Fat meal, Beb. No need for a soft mattress, if the fit genjot does not feel pain," said Nathan origin. Nadira did not say anymore, just grunt rough and stare at the movements of her husband.

Nathan took meatballs, sausages, vegetables and also seasonings to make fried rice. Seeing that her husband was about to start concocting, Nadira soon got up and approached her husband.

"Here I help, Mom." Nadira took over the materials from her husband's hands.

"Well, saucy! This is called the wife of understanding. And what am I doing?" nathan asked with a knife in his right hand.

"Pare and slice the red onion, let me cut the sausage and these two meatballs" said Nadira.

Suddenly Nathan held Othong tightly to make Nadira frown in surprise.

"What's wrong with you, Mom?" ask Nadira. Observing Nathan still holding his little brother.

"Say you want to cut a sausage with two eggs, Beb. I'm afraid the Othong you cut too, he's got two eggs, Beb." Nathan replied calmly.

"Geez, Brother Nathan always sucks!" peeking Nadira, squeezing the sausage in his hand with a frenzy.

"Oh my God, if Othong is digituin will die young me, Beb." Nathan still answers the origin.

"Can't you just talk perverted once?" pinta Nadia is full of emphasis.

"Can, Beb. I can, can be really. I won't talk perverted but will practice right away. Remember our ultimate style. Woman on top aka you above and I below, you sway and I sigh*h resignedly," as Nathan continued with laughter. Nadira was really upset.