My Beloved Bucinku
Chapter 51 Jealousy (Part 1)

The awkwardness is felt in the car. Dalfi, who was being romantic, turned cold. The gripping atmosphere suddenly felt accompanying the trip home this time. Dalfi threw his gaze out the window. Seeing the streets that are crowded with motorists who go back and forth.

Lisa looked at Secretary Kim from the rearview mirror, as if she wanted to ask what was wrong with the boss who suddenly changed attitude. Secretary Kim seemed to know what Lisa was worrying about, only able to say no to know from the movements of her eyeballs and facial expressions.

Things like this go on until they get to the apartment.

"Pipi.." call Lisa in a spoiled voice. Throwing her bag onto the sofa and running to hug Dalfi just after the door closed.

Dalfi remained silent, reluctant to answer Lisa's call. Without even a single look at Lisa's face, cast a glance in any direction. Feeling no response from Dalfi, Lisa tries to get him to talk. "Pipi, why shut up, are you mad at me?"

"I'll rest in my office for a while!" Dalfi let go of Lisa's embrace and walked away from her.

Lisa seemed to think about the cause of her husband's anger, so she could silence him like this. Let it go, I'll take a shower and cook dinner. Maybe he needs some time to be alone. Who knows, he won't be angry with me anymore. Lisa went to the room and cleaned her body that felt sticky because of sweat.

After an hour of cleaning up. Lisa took her footsteps into the kitchen. The room was not very spacious but had quite complete furniture. His cooking intentions changed, when he saw a note attached to the refrigerator door. Ratna's handwriting is neatly arranged, saying that Mother brought some of Dalfi's favorite menus, placed them in the refrigerator and just warmed up if she wanted to eat.

Mother was an angel, always knowing what was needed. Inner Lisa. Without wasting time, Lisa immediately took out two menus in a plastic box and heated them briefly. Adeptly serving it on the dining table. After everything was ready, Lisa rushed to Dalfi's study.

Lisa looked a little upset, walking back and forth in front of the door. Either entering or not. Finish it now or let it go. Lisa knocks on the door.

"Pipi..," call Lisa from behind the door. The atmosphere is silent, there is no truth. Once again knocking on his door, stick his earlobe to make sure that Dalfi is still inside. "Pipi, can I come in?"

Again there is no truth. For a moment Lisa fell silent, thinking what Dalfi was doing inside. Why not answer, if he's out. Questions that could be asked in his heart. Without waiting any longer, Lisa just pressed the door handle, her head wobbly, looking for where Dalfi was.

Seen by the work chair and sofa are still neat, immediately his eyes immediately fixed on the balcony door that opened. With a slow step, Lisa approached Dalfi. Seeing the wide back of her husband who is still wrapped in a work shirt with sleeves folded up to the elbow, Dalfi was enjoying the breeze of the night that swept his face.

"Pips...?" lisa hugged Dalfi from behind. "You're angry, aren't you? sorry if I offended you." Hold a hug, stick his face to be able to enjoy the distinctive masculine body aroma.

Dalfi exhaled for a moment, then chose to sit on a long sofa while leaning his body. Lisa was frustrated because she felt ignored, this was the second time her embrace was brushed aside. Inwardly, Lisa was already very grumbling. Could it be that just because of the calls and messages he had not answered, Dalfi had the heart to silence him.

"Mas!" Straight up on Dalfi's lap, both hands held Dalfi's face, so that the two noses touched each other. "Tell me what's my fault, I'd hate it if you just shut me up like this.

"What's? teasing how?" lisa is confused.

Although in a state of anger, if faced with a position like this, which man can withstand the temptation of a sexy body of God's creature named woman. Lisa wears black lingerie, with messy unglued hair that is still half wet. His fragrant body and smooth white skin, managed to wake his junior.

"You purposely persuaded me by dressing sexy right?" Dalfi tried to restrain himself so that his heart would not easily melt. I've been so crazy when I saw you in the office when I only wore OG uniforms, especially now. Dalfi muttered in his heart.

"What the hell, Mom! Kan Mas himself who filled my wardrobe with the same model clothes. Now, don't switch the topic, why would Mas leave me like this!" firmly Lisa.

"Sit down!" patting the empty spot next to her, telling Lisa to move. Dalfi is afraid to pounce on Lisa first because he is unable to resist his desires.

"I'm sitting down!" lisa replied without changing her position, instead sticking her body to Dalfi's chest, draping her hands together. Trying to hold back his smile. I'm flirty with my husband, there's no harm. The thought in his mind.

"I'm jealous!" turning his face away, his face flushed red trying to hold his prestige. It's not easy for him to admit it.

Lisa who heard the ridiculous answer from Dalfi, immediately laughed out loud. "Why should you be jealous?" alternating between shutting up and hitting Dalfi's shoulder. "Sorry, sorry," stopped laughing, as he saw Dalfi pouting.

"I don't like anyone else touching you, especially Ardan! You can tell him your problem, but why not me. I'm your husband, I should have been the first one where you complained!" Dalfi vented all his frustration.

Lisa changed her sitting position, got off Dalfi's lap and chose to sit next to him. In his hands Dalfi, "I'm sorry, Mas! I don't mean to, I just don't want to be a burden to you!" lisa lowered her head.

"Darling, what are you talking about? do you know, I promised you in front of your parents that I would always look after and protect you, I would never let anyone dare hurt you. But what have you done, you are more willing to share your problems with Ardan than with me, I am your legal husband, you should only share your sorrows with me!" dalfi made his words clear.

Lisa lowered her head, not daring to look at Dalfi, silent a thousand languages. Dalfi took a breath, feeling Lisa's hand grip turn cold. "After Ijab qobul said, you are fully my responsibility. All your problems, now my problems too. I'd rather you hang your life on my shoulders. Like that, I always felt needed by you. Do you never think I exist, so you prefer to complain with others?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I just feel scared!" lisa said, her eyes began to condense, preparing to spill the contents inside.

"What are you afraid of?" raising Lisa's chin, her tone had already turned soft.

"If I depended on you, I was afraid that everything those people were talking about would come true. You'll throw me away if you get bored. Don't you know, our statuses are different, our marriages are forced. I'm afraid of losing you, and I feel heartache, I don't want it to happen one day!" lisa said with a sobbing voice.