Love One Night Mafia Boss
New genre: My husband Mr Beam Ez
#In remind once again, let's rame into the hate story so bucin Raksa and Anggita
"Mas, have you had breakfast?" ask Anggita to the husband who looks rushed while continuing to look at the screen of his phone.
"Hm." That answer is the most compelling. There was nothing else that could be expected of the man named Raksa Dirgantara.
"Mass?" ask Anggita again.
The wife continued to talk, because the husband did not touch a plate of rice and vegetable soup and tomato sauce favorite of the husband. She got this recipe from her mother-in-law who desperately wanted Anggita to be Raksa's wife.
The mother-in-law always gives many tips and tricks so that Raksa will accept Anggita as his wife.
Since the first time they met, the proposal until marriage, Raksa did not speak at all, their first night was also very empty.
Both of them sleep in positions turned back to each other. Aggita was very sad, he tried to stay strong for the sake of both parents, all the tightness and crying, he said, he is lazy not to hurt his parents who have betrothed him to an established man like Raksa.
Anggita should not complain, it's his heart that always stifles the conscience of his soul that is torn by the attitude of the husband.
Today is the first time she has been a wife to Raksa. However, she has done her job like a housewife in general.
Like, getting up early, cooking, cleaning, everything he did well and without burden because long ago when he was single and living with both parents, Anggita was used to living independently.
He was willing to stop working, automatically he had stopped everything his ambition to become a career woman like his dream when still single.
Many things that have been sacrificed to marry Raksa, he never protested because the choice of parents is also God's choice.
At least that's the handle for Anggita to undergo a household heresy with the husband who from the beginning did not care about him.
God and parents are important pillars of his life.
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Suppose we stop Raksa's move," Is breakfast first?" say Anggita softly.
"Hm" replied Raksa.
Anggita smiled, she was looking for any way that the husband could have breakfast this morning, "Mas? I'm bribing you, huh?" ask him again.
"Yes." Yeah." Another answer finally came out of Raksa's mouth, making Anggita smile knot.
Aggita was happy because the husband wanted a bribe, but when a spoon of rice would land in the mouth Raksa, Raksa suddenly rose, he was very happy, automatically a spoon of rice fell and scattered on the floor.
The husband does not care, he was cool talking on a phone call with whom.
'God! just now feel happy, it's just been thrown away! The huft! okay, it's just my first day, there are other days. May Raksa will accept my kindness, ' murmured the wife still follow the steps of the husband.
He still continued to stand in front of the door while talking to himself.
"I'm willing to work first, right?" the word Anggita mimics the heavy voice of the husband.
"Oh yeah, okay. Be careful on the road" Anggita replied, now she uses her own voice.
He smiled and waved his hand when he saw the husband's car that slowly left him who sometimes felt like a strange person in the world.
They always hide their true feelings. She rarely cries outside the room, Anggita is worried as she cries as her pain confronts her ice block husband.
"Today is quite Anggita, it is better to have breakfast first, since this morning your stomach has not filled because your brain only thinks about your husband's stomach," he chirped himself.
Aggita immediately went inside and locked the door because he did not have any activities outside the house.
She just waited for her husband to come home by washing clothes or ironing some of the shirts that the husband used to wear.
This is his habit on holiday while still working.
"The wisdom of being a housewife, just at home, no need to think about office work, I am grateful to obey what my father and mother want. Even though my husband hasn't been able to accept me for who I am, at least he can say hm or yes." Anggita smiled amusedly when imagining the husband who was like a block of ice, melting by itself.
Indeed the interaction between Raksa and Anggita is still very limited, this is but he is sure, the more time goes by everything will definitely be fine.
There is no giving up for Anggita, he will make the husband add new vocabulary in the interaction of the two to make it more colorful and not monotonous.
"He's my husband, I can definitely get his love." Consider the spirit once, at once, he called the mother-in-law to ask everything about the husband so that he could be closer to Raksa
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