Be married? Oh No!
The Part 20
"Where are you going?" ask the princess, when Ayan was about to leave.
"To the apartment" Ayan replied.
"Nginep here, please!" please Princess while clenching both hands.
"I'm sorry I can't" said Ayan.
"Why?" ask Princess.
"Because-"
"When you want to go home, mother put this yes," said Rosita interjected the conversation Ayan and Putri. The woman gave her son a backpack.
Smiling the man grabbed the backpack containing the rest of Ayan's clothes, which were left in his house.
"Still bun," said Ayan politely.
"If that's how Ayan said yes first," Ayan grabbed Rosita's hand and then kissed the back of her mother's hand, "Assalamallaikum" he continued.
"Waalaikumsallam," Rosita smiled then approached to whisper something into her son's ear, "Mother send greetings to Hani yes," he said.
Ayan nodded in understanding, glancing at the Princess who was pouting, smiling the man immediately left.
"Key didn't forbid Ayan?" ask Princess. Rosita smiled then landed her palm on the Princess' head, stroking it twice the woman said, "Make what? That's Ayan's right." he said, making the Princess immediately speechless.
"Let's go in" Rosita asked. The princess glanced at Ayan's car which was turning. Sighing the woman finally nodded.
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After ruffling her kitchen, the girl now arranges all the hard-earned dishes she cooks onto the dining table. Moaning the sweat that had previously poured on the forehead, until it was not aware if his hands were hit by wheat flour, making his forehead and cheeks finally exposed to flour.
"Finally," said Hani with a face of sumria. Staring at the food in front of him.
Vegetable soup chicken without fruiting, sabal fish gosong. And the long, uncut kale proudly.
"Hopefully Ayan likes it" he said too confidently.
"Assalamallaikum" Ayan said as he entered the house.
"Astagfirullah," he jolted as he saw Hani standing in the doorway of his apartment as he extended his hand.
"Waalaikumsallam om," Hani replies. The girl's smile wiggles her fingertips making Ayan who had not understood now the man became aware and finally gave his hand.
Hani cringing slammed Ayan's hand. The girl grabbed the backpack that Ayan was clinging to.
The man refused if his bag was taken by his wife.
"Don't be heavy" Ayan said.
"No papa, I'm strong!" obviously Hani while forcibly taking Ayan's backpack.
Lifting it with the weight.
"Shut I help?" ayan Tawal.
"G-DON'T DO IT!" refuse Hani,"Om just eat there!" hani continued, the girl threw Ayan's backpack onto the sofa.
Sighing softly, the girl patted her palm looking at Ayan who was currently looking at her in wonder.
"When is there food at home?" ask Ayan.
"There is," said Hani while pushing Ayan's body closer to the dining table. She told her husband to take a look at her cooking.
Seeing that Ayan was immediately choked by his own saliva. Staring at Hani who was casually wagging her legs.
"Please eat om!" hani urges Ayan to eat it.
Ayan reviewed a warm smile, stroking his wife's cheeks and forehead. Removing traces of flour that had been stuck there.
Sitting down, the man happily ate his wife's charred dishes.
"It's delicious" said Ayan. Eating with his wife's cooking.
Although it looks from his face the man is currently holding a bitter taste when the food he got.
"really om? if so, I would eat!" hani is excited.
Rounding off her net quickly Ayan immediately forbade Hani to eat it. But it was too late for the girl to eat it first.
"Geek!" regurgitating the food she cooked the girl ran into the bathroom.
1 Min in the bathroom, Hani came back out. The girl hurriedly put away her cooking.
"It's delicious" said Ayan. The man again took the spoon in Hani's hand.
"Good hemm ..." said Ayan. The man widened his smile.
Hani gawked at that. How can it taste good, he felt for himself the cuisine that tastes like runny.
"Om stop! What if I get sick?" forbid Hani to get rid of his cooking from the table.
"How can it hurt? you cook this with love."
"But om .. if om eat dishes that taste like this runny. You could die!"
"This is your meal, Falia, how can you say it's poison?"
"Have you forgotten your hard work to make this food you said poison?" Ayan grabbed Hani's hand wrapped in a white cloth, "You see? This hand sacrifice, in making food that is said to be poison. Until willingly if he was injured and then stood up," kissing the hand where Hani's wound was, the man said, "Taste you this is not poison for me," Ayan looked up and smiled.
"But love," he continued.
Ayan's words made Hani feel happy. Her happy horn the girl was crying while looking at the man in front of her.
So far no one has appreciated himself like this.
Seeing that Ayan hurriedly stood up. erasing the trace of his wife's tears.
"Hey, what's wrong? Did my words offend you Falia?" ask Ayan worriedly.
Hani further hardened her crying voice, pushing Ayan's body away from her.
"Hiks .. hiks .. om Ayan is evil! Tell me my cooking is not good. Don't need to be that!"
Ayan laughed, cupped Hani's hand then pulled it. Make Hani's body also come to the pull.
"I'm sorry" said Ayan. Hugged Hani's body tightly.
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"Once again! Stay fuckin!" yelled Veno murkah. I crossed Keno's face over and over again.
"Stop sir! You can arrest us if you keep beating your son!" the police with the face of the sangar warned.
Hearing that Veno instantly stopped his action. Staring sangar towards Keno who was smiling obliquely.
"Sorry to disturb you at midnight like this. But we arrested the father's son because he was racing wildly in the streets" the police explained.
"If not for remembering the status of the father. An hour ago we put the father's son in bars" he said.
"Thank you, this matter let me and my son solve it." glancing at his lawyer, Veno instantly pulled a rough Keno hand beside him.
"Suck!" maki Veno as she looks at Keno's face.
"You're more of a jerk!" reply Keno does not want to lose.
"What did you say?!" veno asked as he shouted once again slapping the swollen cheek of Keno with his hand.
"Suckers! Fucking bokap! If you're ashamed to have a child like me. Throw it out or kill me!" yelled Keno staring at Veno with both eyeballs almost out.
Brak!
Keno closed her eyes, as her papa hand pushed firmly against the windshield of the car.
"Go there! Same mother as the same child!" expel Veno.
At the sight of fresh blood coming out of Keno's head.
Keno opened her eyes wide as her father carried her mother's name in their quarrel.
"Bast jerk man! I don't want to take my Mama's name!" threaten her.
"Gue still holds it if you maki, hit me. But inget! If you bring your mother's name. Again I take it."
"If I don't have Papa!" said it.
Then get out of his papa Veno's car. Enragedly.
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