Bloody Wedding!
Chapter 107 (Holiday Held)

“I will hold the kitchen, if we have stayed at home by ourselves,” Fi said.

“Really?” Zanjiil is happy. For he did not expect, if his wife wanted to live apart from parents.

Next they enter into a beautiful and elegant villa belonging to the Rabbani family.

Arriving in the living room overlooking the open sea. Kissky and Zanjiil were sitting on the same chair.

Sora, the wife of the pilot who took them through the air to the villa, came with fresh watermelon juice.

“Good morning young master and mistress Kissky.” Sora lowered his head to pay his respects.

Then Kissky whispered to her husband, “He knows me?”

“Of course, wedding photo of me on display here.” Zanjiil pointed towards the wall that was near the door leading to the guest room.

“Oh..” Kissky nodded in understanding. “Good morning also mom, uh I mean brother.” Kissky is confused as to what to call Sora. Because Sora still looks young.

Seeing his wife being so clumsy, Zanjiil even laughed at her. “Hahaha!!” Zanjiil also holds his wife's cute head.

“Zanjiil, what's wrong with you?!” Kissky doesn't like the way Zanjiil treats her like a child.

“Sorry-sorry.” Zanjiil took his hand off his wife.

Sora was happy, seeing her employer cheerful, “What do you and your mistress want to eat? I will prepare,” said Sora.

“If on the beach the most suitable food is Fried noodles!” kissky said enthusiastically.

Sontak Zanjiil scrunched his forehead, “In town you can get it anywhere, is there nothing you want to eat besides that?” Zanjiil doesn't like his wife to eat, food that will accumulate fat.

“I want to eat Zanjiil noodles.” Kissky whines at her husband.

“No way, later you become fat and full of glembir, eat healthy food only!” Zanjiil did not grant his wife's request.

“In the event that I crave again, really take care of you!” Kissky poked her lips.

“Gosh.... just get angry..” Zanjiil pinched his wife's cheek.

“Say you love me for who I am, but if I'm fat you don't even accept it,” Kissky is angry at her husband.

“Love does not mean fulfilling or agreeing with what is not right, precisely because I sincerely love you, I want you to be healthy all the time. My dear wife, when the noodles get into your stomach, it's the process of digestion for up to a month, so... am I wrong if you forbid eating poison?” the accurate statement from Zanjiil was justified by Sora.

“What is said young master mistress, should the mistress eat, healthy food and rich in multivitamins,” said Sora.

Because two people had advised him, Kissky finally undoes his intention to eat noodles.

“Alright then, I eat what you eat only.” Kissky entrusts her hungry stomach remedy menu to Zanjiil.

“Alright, please teach Kissky to cook Hash browns and also the meat blocks I often eat,” Zanjiil explained.

“We're new to you, you want to tell me to work?” Kissky felt lazy to touch the kitchen at that time.

“Aware of Huwl, you are already a wife, said religious mother, wife must serve husband, so. cooking food for husband is your main duty.” Zanjiil forced his wife to go to the kitchen. His real goal was to divert his wife's mind from the bitter problems they had just passed this morning.

“Good.” Kissky who was lazy argued long. This time, she followed her husband's will.

He also went to the kitchen in the form of a bar with Sora.

“If madam can't do it, let me, madam please sit down and see how I cook only.” Good-natured Sora, reluctant to make his employer do his job.

“It's okay, I also have no activities, what materials do you need bu?” asked Kissky, he who wanted to learn, seriously intended that time.

“3 potatoes, 1 egg.”

Kissky nodded his head. “Then?” ask Kissky.

“First, we peel first the skin of the potatoes, then the potatoes are rough shredded and soaked into water. And the egg that was shaken off, add pepper powder, salt, and oil to scrape.” Sora explained in detail.

“Terus, where's the beam meat? And what do you want?”

“There is in the refrigerator mistress, briefly I will take.”

“Let me just bu.” Kissky could not bear if Sora bothered left and right.

When Kissky opened the refrigerator door, his eyes looked carefully, the location of the meat beam from the frizer to the vegetable place.

“Bu, is it true here? Because I didn't see anything.” Kissky said.

Sora then went to the refrigerator. “This is madam.” Sora pointed to the meat of the sausage that was in the frizer right in front of Kissky's eyes.

“Jeez... isn't this just as unhealthy? Because of the fast food sausage,” Kissky laughed bitterly.

Because already, Kissky also helped Sora cook until it was finished

Afterwards, Kissky and Sora brought her husband's favorite food to the living room.

Zanjiil, seeing the arrival of his wife and Sora, rose from his seat.

“Come to the beach.” Zanjiil stepped in first without carrying a plate containing food in Kissky's left and right hands.

Sora was carrying a glass and a teapot in both hands.

“There is no romance at all.” Kissky complained about her husband's attitude

Arriving at the beach, Zanjiil sits on a lounge chair that is between rows of coconut trees that vary in height.

Kissky and Sora put the food they brought on the wooden table.

After her work was done Sora resigned

“I go inside first young master, mistress, if there is a need, just call me,” said Sora.

“Alright,” sahut Zanjiil.

“Thanks a lot bu.” Kissky smiled sweetly.

“Sama-sama madam.” Sora also left his two masters in the high sunlight.

Then Kissky sat in a lounge chair next to Zanjiil.

“What are you sitting there for? While here you still fit?” Zanjiil patted his chair.

“Ehm.. I want to relax, so don't ask me to stick in your armpits.” Kissky said.

“More relax if both, just try if you don't believe,” said Zanjiil.

“Alright!” Kissky got up from her seat.

Sontak Zanjiil laughed, because his wife was not difficult to be invited to make out.

Kissky who was now sitting on the same chair as Zanjiil laid down his body next to Zanjiil.

“Alhamdulillah, now I can initiative my wife, no need to drama shy cat again.” Zanjiil mocked his wife who is selling expensive all this time.

“I want to save the reward, according to the husband including worship?” Kissky smiled sweetly which made Zanjiil's heart unstable.

“Alright, to appreciate your improvement, I will add your monthly money!” zanjiil said excitedly.

“Zanjiil, you are a child of SMK, where maybe mama and papa give you a lot of money, your meal is still on the responsibility, but the pretentious to add to my birth income,” Kissky poked his lips.

...Seriate......