You Forgot Me Your Queen
Defiantly

Today is exactly a week Kalisa and Rama become a married couple. And so much has happened, because the two people have both accepted each other, and agreed to bury the past, only to be made pawns in the future.

For a while, they occupied Kalisa's former home, when the woman was still Hendri's wife.

And Rama did not mind at all, just every day, the woman did not stop to smile, the happy sign that he never finished.

The expression of gratitude is so explosive, he is very happy, can unite with a man as good and perfect as Rama. How was such a man thrown away in vain? Only a stupid woman does that.

This morning, Rama was seen wearing casual clothes. After taking care of his work from home and asking Hilal for permission, he intends to step into the kitchen to see the wife who is making breakfast.

When he reached the kitchen, the two burly hands gently coiled perfectly in Kalisa's stomach. Knowing who did it, the woman gave a smile, then pinched Rama's arm.

"Aww!!" The man complained, as one capitan stepped down. "Mother bad guy, her dad's pinched, it's sick." Rama complains with lips feigning. And Kalisa just chuckled at hearing that, feeling funny.

"Finally bad Papa." Continuing his activities, putting vegetables into the pot, Kalisa was making soup.

"Kan's doing doang, honey. If rich gini is naughty." He said while holding the wife's chest behind the hijab, with a quick movement.

"Mas ih! It's still early morning." Calisa Cibir.

And Rama only chuckled, then peeked at the wife's left cheek at a glance. "The kids took a bath, Bun?" The question slid into the recess of Kalisa's neck. It is like a caterpillar clinging to the leaves. Here and there, following Kalisa's every step.

"Here, they're ready. How, why still wear regular clothes? Not working?" Ask Kalisa, because the husband hasn't told her yet. Though he had prepared a set of shirts complete with his suit.

Rama nodded, making the shoulder feel amused. "No, I want you at home, don't go to the store today." Pinta Rama, but it sounded like a whimper in Kalisa's ear.

"Eum what is it? We do what's so good?"

"What does it mean to be delicious?" Kalisa poured the broth powder, then started stirring.

"Make a sister for May." Rama's whisper made Kalisa feel amused, even the fine feathers in her body brushed instantly.

"Yes..."

And their conversation came to a halt, as Reyhan called Kalisa. "She, May asked to be pigtailed." The little boy looked at the kitchen door, with no intention of entering.

"Oh yeah, a minute, baby. You wait for my soup first yeah, just wait for me." And as quickly as lightning Rama held that arm.

"Mother here, finish the cooking. Let May, I'll take care of it." The man gave a smile, then looked at the eldest son who was doing the same thing.

See, it's this little attention that keeps Kalisa from falling in love with her husband.

With a big smile, he rubbed gently Rama's cheek. Cheeks that grow fine hairs. "Thank you, yeah."

And the man put his face back in Kalisa's ear. "Thank you later, both." His whisper teased then chuckled small.

While Kalisa did not want to lose, he countered Rama. "Ready, I'll wait in the room if the kids are on their way to school."

"Kalisa!!!"