When Married?
KM Part 33

This afternoon they were working on their activities in the apartment. One was folding clothes and the other was struggling in the kitchen.

Last afternoon the two finally managed to escape the restaurant after the cat kelingan so as not to be coughed by Bu Lili, they were more like an eloped couple who were not blessed and were trying to escape.

Literature was punished by folding clothes by Bunga for ravaging the contents of the girl's closet. He folded all the clothes painstakingly and neatly, even more neatly than the SPGs who worked in department stores.

When he was arranging clothes into the closet Literature laughed itself, he never imagined a Literature Prawira willing to fold clothes and tidy them just for the sake of a girl.

She had never done this before because despite living alone the maids from the main house would come periodically to the apartment to take care of such things.

Together with Flowers many new things he experienced, as well as the foreign taste that was currently growing in his heart was new to him and Literature greatly enjoyed the process.

Every weekend if Bunga does not come home to his parents then they always spend time together. Whether it's shopping, trying to cook a new menu, taking a walk in the city or enjoying the beautiful sunset.

Until now their relationship is still not over the line although several times it almost happened. This is a record for Literature because after dating Bunga she was able to control her passion.

Although actually if Literature intends to vent its lust is easy. Because the women who had slept with him in the past there are still many who often contact him, but Literature has never mengubrisnya.

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The fragrance was so delicious that teasingly smelled out into the room so that it scattered his daydreams, Literature came out of the room and saw Flowers were struggling in the kitchen making something.

Literature approached and as usual embraced her girl from behind affectionately. It would be a pity if singles see their position so romantic right now.

"What did it do?" Literature propped her chin on the shoulder of Flowers.

"I made a muffin with the recipe book guide I bought. It's the first time I've made it, so if it doesn't taste as expected don't laugh at me huh" he said, keeping his focus on watching the cake he baked in the oven.

"Whatever you make for me is the most delicious," the literal appeal of Literature.

"really? You're a mick!" Little laughing flowers.

"Lately you've been making cakes, do you like them so much?" tanyakanya.

"I like it a lot. It was so nice to make it, it looks like I'm starting to have a hobby now. I never did anything I really liked except work and make money." Suddenly her beautiful face fell.

Literature turned over the Flower's body and rubbed its head gently.

"From now on do what you like, don't hold back. Share your burden with me, and ask for my help if you need it." Accept the tone of sincerity from his words.

Flowers smiled and looked up at Literature. His eyes glazed over and his hands moved he touched his lover's cheek. "Thank you for being in my life, I'm so grateful."

Literature smiled and then grabbed the Flower into his arms, a sobbing sounded and the clear water began to wet his clothes. Literature gently rubbed the Flower's back then slightly loosened her embrace.

He kissed her forehead with affection and wiped away the tears.

"Why crying?" ask Literature.

"It's a happy tear" he replied.

"Bas based on a whiny girl." Literature teased him and it worked, Flowers chuckled and then a sound from the oven signaled his cake was ripe.

"Eh, the cake is ripe." Flowers untied his embrace and opened the oven cheerfully. "Let's wait at the table I'll serve it with coffee."

"Okay, thank you baby." Literature shuffled the Flower's hair and went to the dining table.

The flower placed a plate of muffins and two cups of coffee on the dining table, and then the phone rang with the name of his mother on the screen.

"Hello Ma'am...."

For a moment the flower fell silent. However, after his mother finished talking across the phone, her phone fell to the floor just out of her grasp, her face instantly turning pale with tears that began to break making Literature who saw her so shocked.

"What's the flower?" Literature looked at him anxiously.

With trembling lips the flower tried to answer. "Father Sas... Mister." Then his roaring cry broke out instantly.