
"READY GREETINGS !!" the sound of Vanya shouting from outside the room made Zeevan spring up from the fall and then step out to the source of the sound.
"What'sthis? " Zeevan was astonished to see the warm white rice with a side dish in front of him.
Currently Zevan and Vanya were sitting in the dining room.
"Egg omelet, already fast eat ! I don't want my mommy Lucy to rebuke me for not feeding you. " said Vanya cuek while enjoying her breakfast.
Inevitably Zeevan also did the same thing as Vanya so it does not feel less than ten minutes a serving of warm rice dishes omelet ala Vanya run out.
After washing the utensils, Vanya prepared to go to the tomb of his late father and mother.
Zeevan who saw Vanya about to step foot out of the house was curious and asked.
"Where is Vanya going ? " ask Zeevan who just put his phone on the table.
"It's none of your business. " Vanya was almost a step past the door of the house when Zeevan arrived to block the arm of Vanya's hand and,
"I asked well then you also have to answer well. Do you think this attitude of yours is worth a wife doing to her husband heum ! " zeevan's tone of voice sounded resolute with a serious look of eyes that made Vanya sigh briefly before replying.
"I want to go to the grave of my father and mother for the last time before leaving Bali. " Vanya drew a slow hand that Zeevan cheated on.
And Zeevan let go with a face that looked still serious.
"Let me take you, all I want to clean the body .Wait here I'll get the car keys first. "sigh up Zeevan looking for the car keys he keeps in the bag with other personal items.
Vanya who inexplicably nodded according to when Zeevan was looking at him seriously.
Less than one minute the two young and the mudi went hand in hand towards the house of Mr. Lurah, where the car was deposited.
On the way, before going to the tomb Zeevan first had to clean up with the initiative to turn the car into one of the hotels that first passed.
"Cock to the hotel, what do you want ??" Vanya asked Zeevan who was silent with a slight expression.
"We're going to the tomb of course there's no way I'm wearing clothes like this right ?" Zeevan picked up a small bag in the back seat and together with Vanya stepped into the hotel building and booked a room.
Zeevan is currently only wearing a plain white shirt with shorts, still the same one he wore to sleep last night. Since yesterday Zeevan did not have time to bathe at home because the water is dirty.
They booked a room as a married couple but the hotel loby officers looked in disbelief and made them have to show the marriage book.
Jeez there is just any want to take a bath, Zeevan inner who is currently entering the elevator with Vanya beside him ,
"I should have waited in the lobby, why should I come into the room. " Vanya snorted dejectedly without looking at the silent Zeevan.
"If you are alone out there you must escape Vanya, it will be troublesome if I have to muter nyariin you, Bali is broad and where do I know you if you run away where. " Zeevan is just the origin of the actual words because Lucy's mommy sent a message so that Zeevan will always be together next to Vanya.
Mommy Lucy tells Zeevan to really pay attention to Vanya not to be caught off guard.
Stand off..
"You just have to waste a lot of money, a wasteful basis." said Vanya who immediately chose to sit on the sofa and turn on the television.
While Zeevan went straight into the bathroom and did the routine of bathing as he usually did.
Minutes later, exactly an hour later, Zeevan came out of the bathroom with a much fresher and more fragrant appearance.
"I'm done, ayok." asked Zeevan when he saw Vanya who seemed to be a manyun for too long waiting for him.
"I thought you were dead, taking a long shower" said Vanya without turning to the source of the sound and then getting up from the sofa she was sitting on with a slight stomp of her feet.
A moment later when Vanya turned to look at the figure of Zeevan who he thought looked very handsome, fresh and shining also fragrant.
Amazed a second ago the next moment seemed to realize if he had sinned because he admired the man who killed his parents.
"Haish did this little girl just get amazed to see myself this heumm ?" Zeevan teased a little by menoel chin Vanya then gushed first step out of the room.
A very contrasting couple in terms of physicality, Zeevan is dashing, tall, handsome glowing like a prince.
While the exotic-skinned Vanya brown sapodilla, short body only limited to Zeevan armpits, and of course Vanya is still very far from the word glowing pumpkin.
Some hotel employees and visitors who see the couple will definitely not believe if they are a married couple.
More precisely, Vanya looks like a cabe that is paid to serve foreign tourists with thick pockets.
Or there's more to the mind if Vanya is the maid and Zeevan is the employer.
The difference between Zeevan and Vanya are very contrasting really makes almost everyone who looks at speculating about things that are not.
Both Zeevan and Vanya who are aware that being the center of attention of several people is the same as putting on a flat expression as if they do not care about the sneers of people.
Zeevan sees Vanya who turns out to be so relaxed facing the viewpoint of strangers who humiliate him.
Inner Zeevan with a slight slight slight smile on his lips .
Vanya is indeed a typical girl who does not care about the words of others who only aim to sneer at her or her family.
It's common for poor families like Vanya to get a one-eye view of people they don't even know.
The gaze of the people in the hotel building was increasingly visible to be so, until Zeevan ventured to say,
"Don't look at us like that, from your perspective, as if we were criminals. Please don't think that no, we are a couple. See ?" zeevan said, sounding loud and firm as he grabbed Vanya's palm and raised it up, showing the wedding rings that were spaced on each other's ring fingers.
The real thing is not very important to do but Zeevan felt he had to do it so that Vanya could be more courageous to lift his face with more confidence.
You are the wife of Zeevan Sanders, no one should look down on you.