The Temptation of the Desire of the Stepchild
CHAPTER 6: EATING TOGETHER

"Rama?" Nita mere*mas with restless, negligee on the thigh. Their distance is too close. Why is he here?

"What are you doing?" rama asked flatly, subconsciously having been blown away. Why is it so smart to find a wife.

"Can I help?" haggard Rama because his stepmother seemed confused to answer and only mangap-mangap like fish lost on land. Perhaps, the stepmother was lost because of her good looks.

Not the first time Rama got a sparkling look like this. He's used to it and is, his food every day. But the woman was different, though the golden eyes looked enchanted, but the stepmother seemed to hide admiration. He had even clearly seen that the chest was descending and rising very seductively due to Nita's seemingly increased breath.

A garden scissor is given to Rama, when Nita throws away her face. The woman actually jerked because of the touch of Rama's hand until, Nita pulled the tiny hand back. He was sure Rama was deliberately holding his hand.

"Why?" Rama did not understand why Nita was jerked and the beautiful face turned red. "Give me the scissors, why are you pulling again?"

"You?" Nita lazily squinted her eyes. "Rama, you are the son of my husband. Don't call like that. You media will-"

"Oh, did you tell me I called 'Mama" like my Papah said? Or 'Mamaaaah' "

The voice of Rama's call is very friendly like a lover in the last part of the call. He received the scissors and started cutting roses. He glanced at the stepmother who looked back and did not want to rub it.

"When are you going to the office?" Nita tries to be normal and position herself as a stepmother.

"Monday next, another week. I heard from Papa, that you're also going into the office?"

Rama continued to shear, but his eyes were busy observing Nita's back-and-straight hair. Even the scented smell of hair or perfume wafts around. Unfortunately, he saw the beauty of that back. This must be a masterpiece.

"Yes, chances are, I will enter the same day as you enter" Nita's eyes immediately rounded, almost a quarter of the flowers that he had been treated with difficulty had been cut Rama.

"Gosh, what the hell are you cutting! You said you wanted to help, but look not at the yellowing leaves you throw away! Give it!" Nita pulled the scissors and the man was still gawking.

Rama runs to find safety, from the charm of Nita. He keeps reminding himself of the purpose of going home, because to annoy Nita. He must have made me like this on purpose!

"Da*sar sucks! Huh, your son is Mas, there is always a lot of behavior! " Nita picked up and counted the cut rose stems. "Well, 25! outrageous .... "

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It was late afternoon, Rama walked into the dining room and looked at the table, the food was still billowing, but there was no one. Eating alone, not good. He searches for Nita and finds the woman busy struggling with a rose cut. I'd rather run away than get angry, then get prettier?

"Rama?" Nita immediately called out to the man who had just turned around and was about to move away from the crack of the door. "What's wrong?"

Rama entered doubtfully. His eyes were rounded around, on the hundreds of floral displays inside the frame. "What's this?"

"Creation."

Rama walked to the wall. "Not just roses? Is this your hobby?"

"Yes .... " Nita pointed while approaching Rama. "That's the far left top, made in the day, on the night of our wedding."

Again the smell of spices from this hair made him drunk. He knew the girls around him smelled perfume, but this smelled more natural. Gentle, making Rama addicted to continue to breathe silently. "Your wedding? Sorry I didn't come that night."

Nita commented on the warm smile and the man's brows furrowed. "I know, your papah's coming to look for you."

"You mean, papa's looking for me the night after your wedding?" Rama could not believe the nod. Papa wasn't looking for him, papa just called him, but he ignored him. "The company I eat, later I'll help you with that." Rama pointed a rose on the table.

They were silent throughout the meal, without turning their heads and busy with their own thoughts. Nita was busy thinking about what to move the papa. Rama is busy thinking of a stealthy way to make Nita not feel at home, living in this place. In fact, Rama had thought of putting a snake into Nita's room, mumpungung papa outside the city.