The Love Struggle of Young Miss
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Mike's car splits the asphalt road into the JS Group. Cacha sat quietly beside her husband. The woman continued to eat snacks that were deliberately brought from home. Mike occasionally rubbed the top of Cacha's head in a fit of anxiety.

"When do you like snacks?" ask Mike.

"It's delicious, Mike." Cacha showed me a packet of snacks that stayed half. "Will you buy it again at the front minimarket?"

"No! You've eaten too much of that micin" Mike refused. Cacha's lips pursed, with an annoyed face.

"It's not micin." Cacha denied, but Mike chose silence and did not respond again. He refocused on his wheel.

"Mike, are you in love with Miss Fey, I see she's beautiful, yes." Cacha closed her laughing mouth. Mike also chuckled.

"Not a little, he is old. A little older than me" said Mike casually.

"What's? To be honest, it turns out that my guess was wrong. I guess he's only thirty years old, it turns out to be young as well" Cacha grumbled.

"Why are you so wishy-washy. I said a little old, now say young. Don't talk about her, I'm afraid my wife will be jealous." Mike tried to divert the conversation.

"For what is jealousy with a ganjen woman. Just look at the daring assortment then I won't hesitate to pull my trigger and DOR!"

Mike braked suddenly until their bodies staggered backwards. Cacha held her forehead which almost touched the dashboard of the car.

"Are you okay?" ask Mike to worry. He scanned his wife's entire face, afraid that someone might be hurt.

"Why did you suddenly brake Mike, it was dangerous!" nagging Cacha. He looked back and saw several cars stopped with horns ringing. Mike returned to his car.

"I'm sorry. I was surprised by your voice." Mike's still trying to neutralize his heartbeats.

"Then I apologize, Mike." Cacha. Mike rubbed Cacha's hair gently.

"It's okay, it's not your fault" Mike said. Cacha switched to embrace Mike's arm.

"I love you."

I love you too, Mike.

"Don't just say love in the heart." Cacha looked up at Mike's words. Where does her husband know that she's inward, is it possible that Mike can read her heart. "Don't be surprised, you're eighty percent down on Father Johan."

"Where did you conclude that?" Cacha was so curious.

"Because you don't like to talk original and perverted like Madam Mila," said Mike accompanied by laughter.

"You're so smart, Mike. The drip of Mother Mila Kak Nathan. Ah, I miss him. Surely now he's overwhelmed with Nadira who's cravings." Cacha smiled when he remembered the story of Nadira who said he always craved tempe even Nathan was willing to find a peek at two in the morning.

"Later if you crave, I will also definitely be a standby husband for you," said Johan convinced.

"You sure? Whatever I ask you to do?" asked Cacha enthusiastically. Mike did not reply, only nodded quickly. "If I want to see you wearing a clown suit, you want to obey?" pinta Cacha with showing puppy eyes.

"of course. It's just a trivial request."

"Then put on a clown suit, Mike." This time Mike pulled over his car and stared fixedly at Cacha.

"Why stop again?" ask Cacha wonder.

"Are there any signs you're pregnant?" Mike asked impatiently.

"No, Mike. I came yesterday for a month but only for a day. I think it's because I'm too stressed away from you. I'm sorry I can't get pregnant, Mike." Cacha looked down inside. His face looked so sad.

"Hey, why are you so sad. Remember, we're only getting married for two months, we're still very long. Look Lord Rayhan and Kenan, they even took years to get offspring. Sorry, I offended you." Mike pulls Cacha's body into his arms.

"I'm fine, Mike. We better get to the office. Hunting late can go home later father angry," said Cacha. Mike took off his arms and did not forget to kiss the top of his wife's head before driving back.