Husband, Honey Mouth Poison
Earthquake on the table.

"Ayuu.. enter!" Half-confused, Sarah sent her three guests in. Opening the door of her apartment wide and with a grimacing smile she bit her lips not knowing how to deal with Nathan.

His chest felt squeezed. Why does he have to be here? People who do not want to meet, who have made someone's fate changed because of his actions.

"Oh my God, if I may ask, may he not just disappear from my presence or from us?" He was busy talking in his heart.

Three years ago, he avoided the Alberto family. After her divorce from Adam. Sarah cut off all contact with her husband's family. He wanted to start his new life in peace.

But what can I do. Sarah thinks this is destiny. Even though we are hiding in the ground. He'll go digging to find her.

"Please sit!" Sarah told the three to sit on the living room sofa.

The three sat politely after being invited. Three pairs of eyes inevitably see the object in front of him. One sat surfing cool with his medsos. The other was sleeping on the woman's thigh.

"Ehem.. " Sarah who is still clumsy is beating pretty hard so that Raisya soon realized.

Sarah's heart is very uneasy at this moment. Afraid of the person in front of her knowing the identity of her sister.

Raisya took her eyes off the phone screen. With a single blink, Raisya understood what he had to do.

"Peter. I'm sore." Raisya raised the head of Peter who was wearing his thigh as a cushion.

"Oh Sorry." Peter got up and sat on the couch pretending to fix his hair.

Sarah stood up and went to the kitchen to follow Sarah.

"Find me Peter." He put his hand out to get acquainted.

Nathan welcomes Peter and introduces himself.

"Nathan, this is my daughter Michel and my assistant Reza." Nathan Said. After introducing each other, they shook hands.

Peter nodded.

"Michel...here baby... would you help aunty?" Call Sarah to Michel from the kitchen.

"Yes aunty." Michel replied while glancing at Nathan who was beside him.

"Daddy, excuse me to go back!" Michel asked for permission.

"It's good, baby." Nathan smiled. Michel walked over to Sarah and went into the kitchen.

"Your son is beautiful!" Praise Peter for seeing Michel.

"Thank you!" Nathan said short.

"Here dear aunty! Don't feel like you're big." Sarah rubbed Michel's shoulders gently and prepared additional plates that had been prepared three, now six because of an uninvited guest.

"Hi.. sweet boy, what's your name?" Raisya raised his fingers to greet Michel.

"Hi miss, my name is Michel. It's nice to meet again with miss" Michel replied happily because he could meet Raisya who had helped him, after falling down the toilet.

"Have you met?" Surprised Sarah hears Michel's reply.

Oh gosh.. Please God.Why can they meet again? I'm really worried. Nathan dared to come here. Will they recognize him. I'm being so stubborn. What am I supposed to do?"

Sarah was busy with her thoughts.

"Hey. Brother is daydreaming! I'm hungry!" Raisya rebuked Sarah, then struggled spoiled.

Raisya felt her stomach charging to fill. Already from earlier his stomach held hunger when the smell of Sarah's cooking stabbed into his nose.

"Eh. iy yeah." Sarah immediately woke up from her daydream.

"Darling.call your daddy with the others! You must be hungry, too." Sarah asks Michel to call the people in the living room to come to the dining room.

"Good aunty." Michel went back to the living room to call them.

Raisya sat sweetly in the second chair with a plate filled with rice and his favorite beef chicken.

Everyone came to the dining table. The men sat down opposite the women.

From the first seat, there was Reza. In the second seat, Nathan and Peter occupy the third seat. While in the female section, in the first seat there is Sarah. In the second seat Raisya and Michel face Peter on the third bench.

One by one start choosing the menu on the table according to each taste.

"Michel.. don't like spicy huh?" Sarah saw Michel's plate just take chicken flour, salad and fries.

"Yes aunty." Replied Michel who since childhood was not accustomed to eating spicy.

"Wah.this is originally Indonesian people who like spicy. The fire king is in action!" Peter glanced at Raisya who on his plate was already full of spicy chili his friend chicken flour. He shook his head inexhaustibly with the taste of Raisya who liked high level piquancy.

"We're not, are we?" Peter turned to Nathan to ask his opinion, because both Caucasians may be the same habit can be ascertained almost the same.

"M." Mmm." Nathan answered short by raising his lips, only smiling faintly. Then his gaze turned to observe the woman in front of him who was enjoying the sensation of the spiciness of chicken pock made by Sarah.

Amid his busy chewing of spicy chicken with hot air bubbling all over his mouth and also his jaw, one leg had touched him. Raisya stopped her eating feeling amused because there was a movement of her feet touching her feet. Most of his legs that when sitting are open up the upper thigh. Raisya back nudged the leg in front of him because he thought that the man in front of him was the one who had been impolite to touch him.

Nathan spontaneously raised his face because his legs were deliberately nudged. Then Nathan looked at Raisya questioningly. If translated he might be saying 'Why? What's up?'

So even Raisya who felt the guest in front of him even shone sharp when it was not polite tickling his feet, looking back at him with nyalang.

Both eyes stared at each other. Pitting strength by attacking each other through the gaze of his eyes, each has a different meaning.

One sent a message asking, the other did not receive being treated disrespectfully.

"Crazy this guy!" Raisya said in his heart.

Still staring at each other. Someone's feet are back touching Raisya's feet. Of course that adds to Raisya being annoyed and irritated.

"Eh..Not that he realized he was deliberately back touching! You perverted man!" Raisya Umpat.

Without asking, Raisya immediately kicked the foot that was in front of him. Automatically make movement on the table. As a result, some of the glasses swayed and the plates were lifted and made a sound because they collided with a fork and spoon on it.

"Well earthquake?" Sarah spontaneously spoke in shock, so the pounding on the table moved and shocked some people who did not know what the truth was.