Mala Dewa Love Story's
35: Who is Coming, Exod!

"But you like it, right, in Mesumin Sister?"

"Sister! What the hell, it's already ah Mala borrowed Sister's clothes!"

"OK okay, Brother take it first."

"That's dong." Mala nodded. He was lazy to go home to just change clothes, even though they were next to each other. Mala thought it would be nice if they married later, always together under one roof.

"Honey. Put on her shirt." The god handed him his shirt bare-chested. Mala screamed reflex. "Ahhhh.., Brother! Porn yes!"

"What the hell, hm? Gini time doang porn. I'm still wearing pants" she whispered in Mala's ear.

The girl grew flushed. "This is his shirt. I'm gonna change now. Mala took the clothes in the hands of the gods and ran into the bathroom. The god laughed looking at Mala who was running with red cheeks. "Gemes. Patience Wa. It's a test, hold it..."

The god put on his sleeveless shirt and started checking the ingredients in the fridge. Mala wants to eat pasta, she remembers that Mala really likes her homemade pasta.

Their sweet story a few years ago, when Mala was still sitting on the high school bench God never forgot, because it was the sweetest time they had ever felt. Gods still often miss such moments.

Losing Mala even if only for a few moments, it feels so stifling. Right now the girl was in his arms, as much as possible the Gods would not let Mala leave again from his side.

"Sister, Mala's changed." The girl appeared wearing a God's shirt. God expected, that Mala must look worried with her clothes.

"Oh God... I love her..." The god even hummed making Mala chuckle.

"Please you! Singing too. But I like your voice, brother. Sometimes you sing while playing guitar well for me."

"Hmm, if I sing, what do you love me?"

"What do you want from me?"

The gods are closing in on Mala. Then grab the girl's cheek. "You want it all, can you?"

"Can" replied Mala. "Well, get married."

"What if I ask now?"

"Sister! You are that. I'm as good as you!" Mala pressed her lips.

"Kidding, Honey. I'm still strong enough to wait until it's legal. As long as not too late, fear the khilaf."

Mala giggled amusedly. "When do you want?"

"Hm? Is it up to me?"

Mala nodded. "Yes, it's up to you. I'm ready tomorrow, too."

"Really?"

"Yes, when I lied. But, permission was with my mother's father, okay?"

"definitely. Tomorrow we go to Jakarta, after that let daddy and mommy contact your parents, okay?"

"OKAY. But..."

"But what?" ask God.

"But now I'm a really laper. My stomach continues to sound." Mala pointed to her stomach. The god brought his ear to Mala's stomach. "It's funny that there's a baby here."

Mala rounded her eyes. "Sister! How could he," he jolted.

"Could you like me to have a baby in here?"

"How'd it go?" ask Mala plain. Of course he's just pretending.

"Want me to practice?" Gods grinning.

"No! Ah ah, you bekanda mulu. I want pasta." Mala whining. "Where is it not ripe yet."

"Patience, I'm so sorry to make it. You sit down first."

Mala also sat down. "Okay, I'll wait."

The gods immediately made Mala's favorite pasta. In addition to God's cooking, Mala also likes to see when God cooks, according to him the man who can cook is very interesting. Like the current God, Mala was not bored looking at him.

"Emang you can be nervous too, hm?"

"Can dong. Every decade you've been, I've always been nervous."

"I don't believe it!" Mala stuck out her tongue. "Never be nervous."

"Suer deh's. Your deket istighfar mulu. If you don't know you're the same as me."

"What does this have to do with nervousness try! Udah ah, if you talk to it mulu," fierce Mala.

"I like to say it to you, interesting." The gods laughed.

"I'm not horrified" said Mala covered her two ears. The god only giggled amusedly at the sight of Mala.

The pasta was finally finished cooking. Mala was waiting for the cuisine of the God to mature. His stomach has been rumbling since, worms in his stomach have protested and fought.

"Good meal, sweetie." The god offered him a plate of his homemade pasta. "Without cheese for my sweety."

"Thank you, honey." Mala took a fork and began to eat the pasta made by her lover. "Hum, as usual. Just like what my brother used to make me. It's delicious, really good!"

"Yes dong. Sister just masakin you aja loh. Where ever masakin someone else. Mami and Daddy never knew that you could cook" explained Dewa.

"What time?" Mala still devoured the God-made pasta. "Can you and auntie not know?"

"Yes, because you never cook other than you." The god took the tissue and wiped the lip of Mala. "Slowly eating, no one asked for it."

Mala chuckles. "When any meal is ever neat. Mala is always sad to eat pasta in Korea."

"Why?" the Lord asked me to know. "Kok sad?"

"Mala inget Sister. Mala is unable. Let alone to eat, to see the pasta it feels Mala very sad, sliced, Mala can not."

The god took a long breath. "It hurts, huh?"

"More than that" Mala replied suddenly.

"Now don't be sad. Brother will always be next to Mala, okay?"

"certain. Mala won't let Brother snatch anyone, including the sexy girl earlier."

"Sexy girl?" tanya Dewa did not understand who Mala meant.

"Your former secretary is a loh."

"God. You think you said sexy?"

"hey are. It's not sexy. Far from me" replied Mala, glum.

The god touched Mala's chin, raising the girl's face slowly. "Honey. To me, you're the sexiest. I swear, I'm not lying."

Mala simply fell silent as she chewed on the paste in her mouth.

"I've always wanted to see you completely belong to Brother. Want to touch you, completely. I never thought of another girl. So, you don't think nothing." The gods confirmed it to Mala.

The girl just smiled and took a glass of water and drank it.

"Mala was proud to be loved by Brother."

The god wiped Mala's lips. "I'm also proud to love and be loved by you, dear."

Both their eyes clashed, the atmosphere was so supportive for them to kiss each other. The god could never ignore the atmosphere, he immediately stuck his lips where they should be. But the sound of the bell made the two flinch in shock.

"Who's coming anyway!" The god rubbed his face rough.

"Do you often have guests?" ask Mala.

"No, this is not usual. I'll open it first, yeah,"

"okay."

I don't know who came to the God's house these nights. God was upset, because it disrupted his activities and Mala was.