A Match for Me
jokes in the morning

This morning Citra woke up very quickly from before, she was afraid that if her mother would come again to their room, she walked to the bathroom and soaked in the bathtub.

about thirty minutes into cleaning himself, he walked towards Zia's room. Zia was still asleep in her sleep.

Zio woke up to feel if he was alone in the room, he stared at the balcony of the room that still looked dark because the sun had not shown the light.

"where Citra, at this hour she usually still sleeps" said Zio circulating his gaze.

he walked to the bathroom and saw a wet bathroom, indicating if it had just been used.

"honey you where" Zio shouted because Citra had not yet returned to the room even when she had finished bathing.

because Zio did not get an answer, he went down to look for his wife, but all the rooms he had seen there was no image there.

"why do you have coffee early in the morning?" ask Alfa wonder.

"i wake up, keep looking for Citra here, but nothing" said Zio.

"where is he?" tanya Alfa sat down near Zio.

"do not know where" said Zio who was tired of turning around one house.

"in Zia's room maybe" said Alfa.

"maybe, play chess yuk" Zio asked bored, because this morning actually they are still sleeping, but not for Alfa, he always woke up first and even the clock still shows at two in the morning.

"okay, there are no important meetings today" said Alfa, who is crazy for work.

they both decided to play chess while waiting for the sun to appear.

while Citra, instead coolly paint Lala's face with makeup tools in the room, and strangely Lala is not disturbed at all.

the sun began to shine, Citra had bathed Zia who woke up because she was disturbed by it earlier.

he takes his son to the back garden where Alfa and Zio still play chess.

"is he awake?" ask Citra when she sees her husband playing chess again.

"he, where have you been?" ask Zio back.

"in Zia mas's room" Citra said.

Zio also played chess while holding Zia whose hands could not stand still anymore, while Citra began to make Zia porridge and breakfast for everyone in the house.

when everyone woke up, Lala came down from her room to look for Zia who was not in the room.

that morning the servants who were in charge of cleaning the house were immediately laughing to see Lala's face full of graffiti and writing.

"what are you doing?" ask Indra who just came down from her room.

"that's how sir?" lala asked puzzled as all was on to laughter upon seeing her.

"nothing, forget it" Indra said with a smile.

"where's dad's coffee, surely your work is yes" Indra whispered to Citra.

"no, just ask to make service well, I'm just as busy" Citra said with a smile.

"so you" said Indra who reached out to Citra's ears and walked towards the waiter asking for coffee.

"well sick" cried Citra annoyed because her ears just arrived hot.

Tania went down, until in the kitchen she saw all her servants giggling indistinctly, Tania instantly covered her mouth when she saw Lala's paper-like face in the scribble.

"la, you take a bath there, clean her face" said Tania.

"mistress mother" said Lala who had not yet realized.

Tania looked at her servants one by one.

"who has it?" ask Tania to them.

"no mistress" they said together.

"just make it up, joke in the morning" Tania said passed.

"that must have been the case" Tania told Nina.

"maybe the mistress, non Citra do sometimes like to be ignorant of us, again sleeping even in making cypress" said Nina.

"yes, the descendants of Nancy are so, even in fear of people but the ignorant ask for forgiveness" said Tania walked towards Citra.

"lucky boy, what else?" ask Tania.

"kok I'm in say naughty the hell" said Citra pouting.

"did you make a joke in the morning?" ask Tania.

"no, my people are cooking" Citra said.

"yes no" Tania said later.

Lala also came down with an upset face, when she knew she was the one who was the laughing material by the people in this house.

"take Citra, look out I reply later" cried Lala annoyed.

"are you brave to be like me?" tanya Citra looked at her son's baby sitter.

"dare, why the hell mbak paint on my face, there is a book" said Lala sebal.

"i'm not the one who painted on your face" Citra said.

"who else, if not mbak" said Lala.

"you know what you are" Chelsea said from behind.

"sister accuse me?" ask Chelsea for an image.

"you are weird, you often get a lot of people" Chelsea said.

"ah already, take a bath there you" Citra ordered to Lala who was pouting and upset.

Lala immediately went to clean her face full of makeup tools.

hearing her son Indra's debate moved and reached out to her second ear, while Tania was busy helping the waiter arrange food on the table.

"father's pain" shouted Citra and Chelsea simultaneously.

"eat it, this morning do not fuss, dizzy father with her" said Indra.

"The image that started" Chelsea.

"it's the brother who messes with my pleasure" Citra said.

"still in the jewar?" ask Indra.

"no" said the two at the same time.

that morning the Chelsea and Citra debate went on until their breakfast was over, Zio and Ryan were silent when his father-in-law pinched their wife.

"so bad you are" said Zio when in the car.

"i'm not naughty, but Chelsea's brother who likes to interfere in my affairs" Citra said annoyed.

"some of you are first ignorant of Chelsea" said Zio.

"yes, because in ngeselin" Citra said.

Zio drove his car to campus, and it just so happened that today Citra did not bring his car that arrived just could not live.

until Zio who will later deliver his naughty wife's pick up not only once he saw Citra berjahili others, but often he saw his wife's ignorant behavior.

however, Citra was greatly feared by her sister Rianti, who did not dare to dispute what she asked.

but that's the real image, he is independent and very good at anyone, but his ignorance sometimes makes others so upset at him

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