Wife Bet
Chapters 11. Crying out

Andre was still standing at the door, confused as to what to do. Go in or better get out.

That bad taste was again present in his heart. Especially when he heard the plan of the Goddess who he thought, it was a crazy idea.

It is easy to diet.

Or just a moment's desire. Tomorrow, as the woman's heart improves, she will forget about her diet plan.

Given how the Goddess spends every dish in front of her, not to mention snacks that are often made when the time is free.

Two weeks married is not a long time to just get to know the habits of the Goddess in terms of eating.

The portion of Andre's meal with his athletic body is certainly inferior to the portion of the Goddess' meal.

Can not be denied, Dewi has expertise in terms of processing food. Had thought if the woman opened the food catering alone, it must be in demand. The taste of the cooking is addictive. Want to add ... nambah .. and add again.

Ah, even not even a month to be her husband, Andre already feels if her weight must increase.

Sejanak, Andre smiled imagining if he became fat like a Goddess. What will his son be? Imagine if this small contract would not fit them.

The fat goddess, then Andre followed her fat body. Lha, then her son will follow fat. It could be their clown family.

Uh, wait a minute. Andre can think silly like that. A normal life as a newlywed just never lived. Let alone being a happy family with children among them, the first night they have not felt.

Suddenly Andre's face turned red, not only his face .. his body was burned imagining the first night with the Goddess.

Andre's head felt full of perverted thoughts that filled his brain. 'What the fuck am I?' his consciousness began to rebel by the insanity of his mind. Andre shook his head, to have his mind clear again.

"Sister Andre ..," hissed the Goddess when he found Andre standing at the door by banging his head.

"Why, Brother? Dizziness ... his head," asked the goddess riled. He could not hide the worry of seeing Andre behaving in an uncharacteristic manner.

"Eh, that. It's nothing." Andre was mistakenly aware of the Goddess who was looking at him worriedly.

"Really?" The goddess approached, grabbing Andre's hand which was still perched on the head. Then I touched the guy's forehead.

The goddess glanced upwards feeling Andre's body temperature. She smiled in relief as she felt her man's temperature was normal, nothing strange.

However, immediately the Goddess realized that the distance with Andre was only an inch. They stood so close, even so close for the two who had never docked each other.

Dewi's heart beat was hammering, like a drum of war that was anchored.

The goddess retreated backwards, away from Andre's reach that could have been the man hearing her drum in the chest.

However, who would have thought .. the sudden movement of the body makes the Goddess unbalanced. His knees were bent, his body almost staggered backwards, if only Andre would not be quick to hold his body.

Time seems to stop. Give pause to two people who should be mixing love with each other. Isn't that natural, they're husband and wife? Everything that was done should have been done for a long time. If only, the fate line did not play tricks on them.

No, it's not fate that plays. In fact, they themselves chose to play around on this grand bond.

For a moment the two men looked at each other deeply. Impregnate the beauty of the twinkle in the glitter of the stars in the middle of the lake decorate the night. Those eyes are so beautiful. There was only him there, no one. There is no past that ruins it.

Until, the Goddess realized that Andre grimaced like holding back pain.

"Dew, pegel ...." Andre said softly.

The Goddess rises. Nahas, his foot slipped on the floor. His hand had to pull Andre. Then they lay on the floor, with the Goddess as the base.

Nature is on their side. The Goddess and Andre looked at each other again.

I don't know, Andre was so reluctant to get out of that fat body. Maybe because it feels tender, or indeed comfortable lying on the body of the Goddess.

"Sir, pain ...." The goddess said softly, her eyes narrowed. It seemed, she was really in pain overwritten by the husband's gallant body.

"Ah, sorry. My hand is down." Andre tried to pull his hand. I was relieved when the hand came off.

The face of the Goddess was red extinguished, enduring shame and also happy. It was undeniable, as if something was tickling in his stomach.

"Me, prepare a meal first ... Sis." The goddess immediately turned around, walking quickly towards the kitchen. A place where the Goddess can be creative and forget about the weight of whatever problems that befall her life.

I don't know when the Goddess likes to cook. Every thought is dead-end, or in need. Even when he feels like a very useless self. So the kitchen is where she is silent. Try any desired cooking.

When still living in her parents' house, of course Dewi will gather with the housemaids in processing food. Exchange stories and laughter, eliminate all fatigue that dominates the soul.

Different from now. This kitchen belongs to one. No helpers, no friends. That is why, often the Goddess spends time in the kitchen to calm down.

When his mind was suddenly empty, because it was impossible to think about the strange household he lived. At that time, the Goddess will spend her time in the kitchen.

"Bantong cave ...!" Andre's call momentarily stopped the Goddess's steps. The woman turned around, commenting on the sincere smile to Andre who was still standing looking at her.

Andre was always stunned to witness the sincere smile that the Goddess gave him. It felt like he caught that smile, then carried it in his chest. Carve it there.

If one day, Andre and Goddess were no longer together, perhaps he would need that smile back. Then, it was certainly easy for him to look for the smile of the Goddess that had been stored in his chest.

Andre closed his eyes, hoping that in his heart it might be possible that he and the Goddess would not have to part. However, suddenly a shadow Anggita spoils his hopes into pieces that are difficult to assemble.

Without caring for the Goddess' astonished gaze, Andre shook his head and went into the room. Closing the door violently, made the Goddess tiptoe due to her loud voice.

Andre threw himself in the bed, buried his head in a pillow. Trying to repel the shadows of Anggita and Dewi who intertwine in turn.

Outside the room, the Goddess who witnessed every change made by Andre stared at the door of the room that had been tightly closed by the owner.

Unable to prevent, those tears flowed profusely on both of his cheeks.

Quickly his hand removed the wet traces on the cheeks. Her chest of fireworks held back the crying so as not to explode, so there was a figure hiding behind the door of the room. His hand shut his mouth, so that his voice would not be heard.

What should come first, cooking in the kitchen or spending tears that do not want to stop?

Goddess, disappointed again.

The couple both felt pain in the chest, in different spaces, but in the same roof.