She's my Husband
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Elgar drove his vehicle at high speed towards the mansion where he grew up. Before, he had never been this disappointed in his father.

Arriving there, his gaze went straight to his papa's study. He even ignored Pink who greeted him gleefully.

"El.." -...." Call the mother when her son comes. But as if deaf, Elgar did not answer and immediately entered his papa's study. At this hour, his papa was always there.

Miss Dirga could see the tension on Elgar's face. Afraid something might happen, she soon followed to her husband's study.

Brakkk's.

Without manners, Elgar slammed the door of his papa workspace to make the person inside stroked the chest.

"Where's your manners?" Tegur Pak Dirga while closing the report he was reading.

"Elgar didn't expect papa to do something this low."

"What do you mean?" Ask Mr. Dirga with a wrinkled forehead.

"Don't pretend you don't know the reward."

"Speak clearly." Excited Mr. Dirga who does not like stale bases.

"The father who told the thugs to rape sa Mila?"

Mama Elgar who was standing on the doorstep immediately glared. He closed his gaping mouth with one hand.

"Not papa." Mr. Dirga replied coldly and casually. But it was precisely that expression that made Elgar even more furious. Her father seemed to underestimate this big thing, even to the point of traumatizing Mila.

"Don't lie to me. No one knows about Elgar and Mila's marriage except for Mila's family and ours. It's impossible for Mila's family to get people to rape her own son." Furious Elgar with both palms clenched.

"May anyone else do it." Sangkal Pak Dirga's.

"Cannot be. That person had clearly contacted El. He knows El and Mila are in a relationship. He even knows where Mila and El live."

"So you think papa did it?" Mr. Dirga seemed to be getting carried away with emotions. He got up from his chair and walked up to Elgar.

"Who else is it?"

"What's the evidence if papa did it?"

"No need for any evidence. Because Elgar was so sure."

Mr. Dirga walked towards the door then. "Get out." He shouted while holding the door. "Come back when you find proof that papa did it."

Elgar grinned and then looked at his cynical papa. "Well, Elgar's going out. But once Elgar's out, Elgar won't set foot in this house again." Excited Elgar while pointing towards the floor.

Miss Dirga who heard it immediately went inside and held Elgar's arm.

"What do you mean?" He looked at Elgar with glass eyes.

"I'm sorry Elgar mah. Elgar is like this because papa has gone too far. He told the thugs to rape my wife mah."

"How many times do you have to say, not papa!" Shouted Mr. Dirga with a reddened face due to emotions.

"Then what was the meaning of Papa's threat at that time. Elgar even still vividly remembers what Papa threatened Mila with."

Mr. Dirga's breathing looks more hunting, the man also holds his chest that began to hurt. Miss Dirga who saw that immediately approached her husband and stroked his chest.

"Elgar will leave the company. Elgar doesn't want to work for someone who does some heinous thing to get what he wants."

Mr. Dirga did not speak anymore, he just closed his eyes while holding his chest.

"Elgar, don't just because of your woman to fight with your father. Especially to leave home and company." Said Ms. Dirga.

"Just mama said?" Elgar was getting bloodier. "The woman you told me was my wife. And today she was almost harassed." Press Elgar with glass eyes.

"But your dad said he didn't do it." Bela Bu Dirga's.

"Indeed not papa. But papa's man." Elgar Sahut.

"Here it is, let him do whatever he wants. Let's see, until when he can hold on." Mr. Dirga said as he walked out of his study.

Elgar took a deep breath and threw it away slowly. He then went out and climbed the stairs to his room. Pack items that only a few live because almost all have been moved to the apartment.

"Om El where are you going? why is it all put in a big bag?" Pink asked who was standing on the doorstep of Elgar's room.

Elgar approached the boy and squatted down in front of him.

"Om El wants to move."

"Want to leave Pink?" The boy's eyes began to glaze over.

Elgar shook. "No, I won't leave Pink. Om just moving. Later when, Pink om play to Om's house. Pink wants?" Elgar asked while stroking Pink's hair.

"You Om, Pink will."

"Yes, go first." Elgar kissed the shoots of both Pink's cheeks and her forehead. He then stood back up and took the bag and left the room. But his steps stopped when he saw the mother sitting down crying on the bottom of the stairs.

Elgar approached his mother and sat down next to her.

"Why should it be like this. Mama only has you. And now, you too want to go like Alina." Said his mother, crying.

Elgar could not bear to see his mother. But he won't keep quiet until his papa does something to Mila again.

"I'm sorry El mah." Elgar said while hugging his mother. "El just takes time. Elgar remains mom and dad's son. El just wants you to be aware that what he's doing is wrong. Elgar is no longer a child. El knows what's best for El. Including the best soul mate for El."

"But your dad said he didn't do it."

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Mila didn't find Elgar next to her when she woke up. He was suddenly worried. After that incident, he was really afraid of being alone. He took out a blanket and covered his entire trembling body.

"El....." Calling lirih.

"El.." -...." He kept calling but there was no word from Elgar.

"Elgar..." He screamed so scared. And before long, Elgar came and hugged her.

"I'm afraid El."

"Look, there I am." Elgar kissed Mila repeatedly.

"Don't leave me alone."

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm just cooking in the kitchen." Elgar let go of his embrace and showed the apron clinging to his body.

"You cook?"

"Hem." He answered while nodding and smiling. "Want to help?"

Mila nodded. The two then headed for the kitchen. Mila was shocked to see the kitchen falling apart. He was confused about what Elgar cooked to the kitchen like a broken ship.

"I want to make banana pancakes."

Mila sighed. Just for pancakes, why mess up like this, his mind. There were even fragments of eggs on the floor that almost made him slip.

"I already made it. But not good, hard. So I'm gonna make another one."

"Maybe you've got the wrong prescription." Mila's looking for the hard pancake Elgar meant. But as long as his eyes looked, he could not find the cake.

"Where's your pancake?"

"That." Elgar pointed at the jet-black pancakes that were lying in the trash.

"It was too hard to eat. I thought it wasn't ripe yet, so I left it on teflon longer. But.."

"Mos." Mila interrupted Elgar's words while holding back a laugh.

"Hehehe..uh know." Elgar hugged Mila from the side. Her heart was relieved to see Mila bis laughing again.

"Oh yeah, we'll do it again." Tawar Mila and immediately embraced with spirit by Elgar.

Elgar took the apron and directly put it on Mila. Take the material as before and put it on the kitchen table.

Mila had Elgar pulverize the banana while she prepared a mixture of flour, milk, sugar and baking power.

Once the dough is ready, Mila immediately heats the teflon and prepares to print.

"El. You just wait there." Tell Mila while pointing towards the dining table. Honestly, he was not comfortable cooking if Elgar had hugged him from behind and not infrequently smeared his neck.

"I want to learn." Reject Elgar while putting his chin on Mila's boat.

"But I can't move if you're like this."

"OK!" Elgar let go of his embrace and stood right next to Mila. "Now not disturbing?"

"Good boy." Mila smiled as she gave her two thumbs up.

Mila started printing dough one by one. His face started to smile, it seemed like doing a little thing like this together made him slightly forget about yesterday's events.

Elgar moved from where he stood. Take the rubber band and tie Mila's hair that slightly interferes with her activities.

"Thank you dear." Mila said, looking back.

"Just thank you."

Mila kisses Elgar's cheek and refocuses on the pancakes in front of her that begin to smell seductive. Elgar is happy to see Mila who already looks like she always does. He hoped that yesterday's events would not provide a prolonged trauma for Mila.

After all the dough is perfectly printed. Mila poured sweetened condensed chocolate as a sweetener. As a result, the pancake one plate runs out in less than five minutes. Even Elgar complained less.

"Aren't you at the office?" Ask Mila when she sees the clock has shown at 8 more.

"I'm taking my leave." Lying Elgar. He wouldn't say if he quit the company.

"I'm sorry, because you have to put me on leave."

"No problem. I'm just happy if I can be with you all day." Elgar answered while grabbing Mila's shoulder and bringing her into his arms.

"But your work will surely pile up."

"Don't think about it. We better figure out what we want all day."

Mila shakes. "No need to think anymore. That's." Mila pointed her chin towards the kitchen. "Clean up the mess you made."

Elgar immediately glared. "No honey, I can't." Elgar answered while cupping both of Mila's cheeks and looking into her eyes. "Let me call the janitor. We better...." Elgar pointed his chin towards the room. "Main horse." Said Elgar desertai kerlingan tease.

"No, no, no, you clean up the mess you made."

"Yahhhh..." Elgar put on a face that made Mila unable to laugh.

"I'll help. We clean the same."

Elgar immediately nodded happily. The idea is definitely better than having to clean up on your own.