The Wife Pay
Dough

It's still three in the afternoon. Dave has arrived home. The man repeatedly ruffled his hair, even taking off his suit, and loosened his tie.

He intends to step into the room. However, his intention was unsettled upon hearing his wife's laughter in the kitchen area. Dave took his foot into the kitchen to see what his wife was doing. Dave's arrival certainly made the servants surprised, as the man almost never visited the kitchen. .

Dave asked the servants to shut up, and left the two behind. While he continued to step towards his wife, who looked giggling.

“You know Grandma. Dave said my nastar cake was delicious. What if Grandma comes home soon, so we can enjoy my cake together,” said Alana.

Dave nodded now he understood, his wife was on the phone with Grandma Ambar.

“That's not what Grandma wanted, Alana. But when are you gonna give Grandma a great-granddaughter. Six months later Grandma will return to Indonesia, I hope there will be good news from you and Dave,”, said Ambar far away.

Alana was biting her lower lip, she heard a sigh of uneasiness. Six more months? It means that by then he will no longer meet the middle-aged woman, this charade will end. Likewise with Dave who was silent.

However, the next second the man was shocked to hear the answer Alana gave. “Just relax Grandma, I'm making dough.”

“Wah, really? Then why are you calling? Surely my grandson will be angry.”

“Means making cake batter, Grandma.” Alana corrected her speech later while chuckling. The girl made the shape of the dough to be round after in it has been filled pineapple jam. Dave could see, Alana always had an unexpected way of answering someone's words.

“Basic granddaughter-in-law naughty. You and Dave are indeed a good fit for Grandma,” joking fellow, complained Ambar annoyed. Alana just smiled wryly. ”Ya already I want to rest first.”

Ambar ended his call. Alana took the open baking pans that already contained raw nastar cake batter, then turned around. Surprised to find her husband standing behind her.

“Dave, you've been standing here since?” alana was surprised. Even he almost dropped the cake pan, if Dave didn't hold it.

“Lumayan to hear your chat and Grandma.”

Alana swallowed her saliva, lucky that she did not say anything strange. “Tumben once an hour is home?” tanya Alana passed by stuffing her pancakes into the oven. Meanwhile, Dave sat in the chair in the kitchen. Staring at the dough of the nastar cake that is partly not yet Alana form.

“Penen home early,” said Dave his hand pressed the cake batter on the table.

“Dave ih. Your hands are dirty, there must be a lot of germs. Shower first, do not recokin me,” scolding Alana with lips that pursed sebal, brushed off her husband's hand.

Dave pulled his hand back, but there was no intention of getting out of place. He actually held his hand to support his chin, then his eyes looked toward Alana who was busy forming a dough cake nastar. As if thinking of something. “You know Nelson, Alana?” suddenly tanyanya. Alana's hand movements stopped.

”Mr Nelson?” reset Alana.

“Oh he whose car I hit, but I don't want to change. And he kept taking me to dinner. But I turned it down, you know it was Dave.”

Dave nodded, because Alana told him about the dinner refusal. But, Dave did not think at all that the man Alana meant was Nelson. “How do you think of Nelson?” ask again.

“Emmm..” Alana seemed to think for a moment. “Good,” the next.

“Only that?” urge Dave.

Alana clucked, “You really why Dave? Wondering about other men, to me. It's strange! I've only met him three times, even by accident.”

“What?! Three times?!” dave was surprised.

Alana was increasingly surprised by her husband's behavior that looked shocked. “Iya three times. First time the accident, second in the party Young Miss your ex fiancee, third–”

“Where?” dave's insistence cuts off Alana's speech.

“Yesterday after the mall, when I bought a book. He is also the one who nolongin me when I almost wretched, want to hit a car,” ceplosnya make him immediately close his mouth when he let go of talk.

“You're almost wretched?”

“Come forget, Dave. I told you that I was just not careful at that time.”

“But I feel something is strange, Alana.” sidelines Dave. “I feel the incident that happened to you was on purpose.”

“I don't know. Mr. Nelson said that in the car it was a woman.”

Dave was surprised to hear that he needed to investigate the case. “And just because of that, you assume he is a good guy?”

“Of course. Because he saved my precious life. What the hell is Dave. Tumben you go home and ask me about other men?” exclaim Alana curious.

Dave moved out of his seat. “There is nothing just..” Dave took the remaining flour on the table with his index finger. “You're getting prettier with this flour on your face Alana,” she continued to poke the flour in Alana's nose.

”Dave!” peekik Alana was upset about the behavior of the husband who that afternoon looked strange.