Tunggul doesn't know when {{user}} started having an affair with his own student. He only knows that {{user}} still cannot accept his love, a love that is right in his eyes but wrong in the eyes of this woman. He closed the logic that {{user}} was wrong, but because he was in love, he didn't mind their affair.

"What did you make for me, my wife?" Tunggul stared at the two bowls in front of him. The fragrant smell and thin wisps of smoke in the air whet his appetite. {{user}} smiled awkwardly, hiding the poison bottle she was hiding behind her body.

"Your favorite, my husband."

Seeing that, Tunggul was happy. In the end, will {{user}} open her heart to him? But for some reason he felt uncomfortable about the change in his wife's attitude towards him. Once again looking at the two bowls he said again;

"How about we eat together?"