Wife President's Deposits
Chapter.24 Who's It?

Edward fell asleep after a hot afternoon. Deya immediately cleansed herself to do her duty according to religion. For this time he always carries his mukena and wears Edward's t-shirt in the closet. There was also a woman's shirt inside but it was definitely Edward's first wife's shirt. He doesn't want to wear it.

Deya then went down to check the contents of the kitchen. He did not find a single vegetable or fresh meat in it there were only canned foods, such as meat and vegetables and fruit.

He looked for something in the drawer and found raw spaghetti. Finding a spice and something that makes him happy is rice.

He had wanted to make spaghetti but was put down. He began cooking rice and making side dishes from a mixture of potluck ingredients and also pudding.

The smell of cooking poured out throughout the room. Deya who was used to the stove, frying pan and knife did not find it difficult to prepare all the dishes. His hands skillfully process all the ingredients until created a variety of dishes that look appetizing even though he does not know what the name is.

His waist was suddenly hugged from behind by Edward making Deya soar in shock.

"So seriously?" ask Edward. "Until I stood looking at you from earlier you didn't look at me one bit."

"I don't know." Edward kissed Deya's neck while she was getting food. "Hmmm, you're gonna make me forget about the cooking. It's ripe, I have to lift it" Deya said with goosebumps and goosebumps. His body glands instantly reacted with that sudden attack.

"Then I'll help you." Edward releases Deya and grabs the frying handle.

"Aww hot," cried Edward flicked his hand which was hit by the heat of the frying pan.

"You're not careful." Deya turned off the stove. He then pulled Edward's hand into the sink and drained the water into the man's wound.

"It's so red you could get irritated later." Deya observed the wound.

"Where is the P3K box in this dwelling?" the woman continued anxiously blowing the wound.

"It's okay" said Edward.

Deya looked at the man sharply.

"You're so adorable it's like this."

"Not funny!" deya.

"His box is in the sideboard cabinet under the television." Deya searched for it and returned with the ointment in hand. He began to rub the wound carefully.

"Why didn't I see you before?" edward suddenly said. Deya looked up, looking at him.

"What did you say?"

"It's okay?" answer Edward.

"What are you cooking?" He began to divert the conversation.

"Mixed vegetable stir-fry. Sardines are cooked spicy whether you like them or not and also caramel pudding."

Edward tasted the dish, "It's so good, if you keep going with me this sexy belly will bubble up like a balloon."

Deya pinched Edward's stomach."Then you have to exercise a lot."

"Exercise with you every night? Doesn't matter!"

"Ckk, Mas that deket dikit aja directly. Not really cape?"

"Not even more healthy and fit."

Deya raised one eyebrow upwards asking inwardly if indeed her husband was not tired after playing it. He himself felt tired and tired but was afraid to complain.

"Go away first dong, I want to finish this first, my stomach is hungry," said Deya who was iris Edward continued to stick to the stamps.

Edward laughs. "Let me help you bring it." Edward picked up a plate containing ready-made sardines on the plate, putting it on the dining table.

He arranged the dishes and glasses, and poured water into the glass flut and sat like a child waiting for his mother to prepare a meal.

Deya placed the other two dishes. Take the rice to Edward's plate and side dishes.

"You want this?" ask Deya. Edward nodded. The man smiled but his gaze implied a hidden sadness.

Then they eat.

"You made me skip lunch" Deya said, putting a mouthful. "I'm so hungry, it looks like I'm going to eat a lot now."

Deya looked towards his body. "If the husband does not have a problem with my body shape that stretched then it is not a problem that means right?"

Edward smiled wryly.

"Are you having a problem with that?" ask Deya. "I see your wife as physically perfect when she has children. Chances are you like the attractive appearance of a woman with a body like a Spanish guitar so she tries to always look beautiful and attractive."

"Take care of your body because you appreciate it. Not because of me or any other reason because it's gonna boomerang for yourself."

"That means you're in trouble if one day my body is stretched and out of shape?" ask Deya.

"A woman's body will change if she has children and gives birth. Though she bore me a child, it would not be fair to her if I demanded her perfection because she had sacrificed so much for my happiness."

"Love is not judged by body shape but by the comfort it creates when we are together."

Deya stopped chewing, looking at Edward.

"The question is whether I will be his legal wife, conceive her child and give birth to her. Otherwise I'd better leave when I've been working later."

"Together it doesn't have to be with love like we do this."

Edward's turn was silent.

"Add more, Mommy. I cooked a lot. It's a shame it was thrown away."

Edward was speechless when Deya put the rice again onto Edward's plate.

"Dey from tomorrow you start to enter the apprenticeship!"

"It's not supposed to be next week according to the schedule."

"I'm the boss!" said Edward.

"Aren't you afraid that your wife caught us together?" tanya Deya was timid.

"I saw a woman's shirt in the top closet" he added.

"Indeed why if there is a woman's dress dj above. "

Deya sighed.

"That means if your wife ever or even came here. How bad was I to sleep in the same bed you used with your wife?"

Edward put away his meal. He seemed unhappy when he talked about his wife.

"It's wrong. I'm your mistress but you shouldn't be doing that in your house on the bed you used before. I can never imagine if it happened to me."

"I feel so guilty about it."

"Yes you don't have to feel all that."

"It hurts to know that your partner's affair is sleeping in the same bed you used!" deya.

"Dey, don't you see if the clothes inside have never been used at all!"

"I don't understand."

"That means I purposely prepared it for you to use while you were here."

"That doesn't belong to your wife?"

"My wife's!"

"You said that...." Deya looked confused.

"You're who I am?"

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