Is My Dream
Section 32

"There's no food?"

"Nothing."

"What am I eating?"

"You look for pebbles outside, you keep cooking."

"The!"

"Yeah... Revan, why?"

Revan ruffled his hair in frustration. It had been a whole day of Reva like this to her, treating her like a stranger nonchalantly. Revan stress, even almost depression. Okay, this might be too much, but really if we're with someone in one room and have a problem that makes both of them awkward, believe me it's very uncomfortable.

Her stomach has since read, Revan has explained to Reva the sin for a woman if she does not treat her husband well, but what Revan gets is a reply from Reva about sin if a husband does not respect his wife.

Revan lost heavily, because he was the one who was more guilty of Reva. Then what should he be? In the end resigned by holding hunger and ordering food so? But Reva's cooking is much better. Never mind, maybe good luck is not on his side.

Reva stood up, preparing to leave but Revan held back his wrist.

"Where are you going?" Ask Revan.

Reva looked at his arm. They seemed to have gotten that close, Revan did not even hesitate to make this kind of physical contact.

"To the room," answered Reva, then passed. He hears Revan's breath but tries to remain unconcerned. The pain because the Queen was clearly felt.

"Reva, open. Okay, I'm sorry about that. But that's part of our deal." Revan is currently right in front of Reva's bedroom door. Banged up hoping that someone was in there and finally opened the door. But no, Reva was actually covering both ears.

This was indeed part of the deal, but who would have thought if Reva had ultimately violated it? He can't see Revan with anyone else.

"I beg you, Rev. Don't go too far. We agreed that we would be friends before, right? I hope you remember that. The queen of my first love until now. He is the one who has always been near me. And lose the one we love? That hurts, Rev. You'll feel like you're in love someday." Revan paused his sentence, took a breath, then continued his words. "Don't act like this, let's try to be indifferent about me and the Queen? I don't want the Queen to be misunderstood or suspicious. I beg you."

No answer, Revan resigned. "I beg you," He then left.

From inside, Reva buried her face in a pillow. Only it was able to withstand the sound of his sobbing, which he could bite into to channel the pain. Oh my God, why is it like this? Reva doesn't even understand why it feels this sick. Revan's sentence just made the deepest part of his heart like it was sliced slowly but painfully. Reva could not hold back her tears until it flowed quite profusely.

Again this is wrong Reva. But who can control the feeling of when and to whom it will fall? Until finally Reva's heart fell on the figure of Revan. The first man she used to be with was other than her father.

"God is not fair, hicks... It hurts, it hurts. Why does it have to be Revan, anyway?"

Reva hit the pillow in front of him, kicking the roll until it fell to the floor, until it made the sheets no longer shaped. Like most people who are heartbroken by love.

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Reva awakens when she hears noises coming from the kitchen. Who is doing this early? Revan is unlikely, instead preferring to fall asleep until noon.

Lazily Reva brushed off her blanket and immediately went out to check the kitchen, hopefully not a rat. It's funny if the house is as big and aesthetic as this has a mouse.

When he arrived at the kitchen, Reva immediately smothered his mouth tightly. That's Revan, sitting in the kitchen with the cooking tools. Reva's apron also features Mickey Mouse. It's a funny sight and it's worth perpetuating then at a very large length. Reva will laugh all her life.

"Aish." Revan grimaced, flicking his hands into the air as he accidentally touched the still hot pot. Seeing that made Reva's feet reflex take a step forward but immediately stopped.

Revan turned the water faucet in the sink and flushed his hands so as not to overheat.Slowly the marks that were exposed to the pot were gray.

"It's so hard, Van," muttered Revan to himself.

"here."

"Eh?"

Revan was startled when Reva suddenly came from behind and pulled his arm. In his hand was something, like toothpaste but mini-sized.

"That's what?" Revan asked curiously.

"Salep burns."

Reva focuses on applying the ointment with the affected part of the heat. Too serious to not notice Revan's gaze on her.

"Juuuhhh..." Reva blew the burn, making Revan chuckle and get anxious instead of playing.

Seeing Revan laughing, Reva immediately threw out his hand. "Ngapain laughing?"

"Funny. How's it? Aren't you angry?"

"I'm just trying to help. What the hell is in the kitchen like this? It's it's still 4 in the morning."

Revan puts both his shoulders together. "Come on, hungry."

Ah yes, Reva has not cooked at all since the Queen's return from home the other day. Let alone cooking, out of the room to take drinking water just do not. Reva seemed reluctant to see Revan for a while. But now, just by seeing Revan hurt it felt like Reva was panicking which really made both her legs go limp.

When looking for ointment must sacrifice the items in his room that scattered to and fro.

"Let me cook."

Reva stood up, preparing to cook while Revan only noticed how Reva was flocking between the cupboard and the refrigerator. His movements were truly like an expert.

"Ambilin onion just as white try in the refrigerator." Reva pointed at the refrigerator and Revan immediately nodded. Dutifully and lightning-quickly looking for an onion to give to Reva.

Like a chef and an assistant, the two of them cook together until almost 6am. Unknowingly, Reva forgot about her problem and laughed when she saw Revan carelessly quelling the ingredients.

"Sickhead. Old man!" Ejek Reva, running as Revan chases after him.

"That makes me slovenly is you, yeah." Revan shook his head. Reva small-small cayenne pepper, chased but hard to get, his legs are too light running here and there.

Reva stuck out her tongue. "Wild, wle." Then throw the mustard greens towards Revan until it hits his head.

Revan was furious, really. At the reach of wheat flour that is still intact then throw it towards Reva but unfortunately, little Reva is very good at avoiding. As a result, the flour fell to the floor like a bomb and scattered everywhere.

"REVAN!!!!!"