Bloody Wedding!
Chapter 73 (Mercon Meatball)
“This!” Zanjiil returned his wife's phone, and Kissky received it. “Awas, don't let you change!” Zanjiil threatened his wife.
Then Kissky looked back at the name that her husband edited.
“Suy? Not wrong with this?” netraya.
“Never change, as long as your status is my wife!” Zanjiil.
“Enak only, you yourself do not necessarily make my name good on your phone!” peekot Kissky.
“That's my business!” Zanjiil returned to his feet.
“Basic Zanjiil.” both continue to look back at the contents of the museum on display.
At 18:00, those who had been content to tour the museum decided to go home.
“Ky! I'm hungry, eat a little yuk!” The rumbling Zanjiil invites Kissky to fill his empty stomach.
“Eat where? Do you want to snack on the roadside?” kissky.
Then Zanjiil looked around. There are many food vendors on the road.
“Come! I want to eat mercon meatballs!” Zanjiil.
“I also want.” then both of them went to one of the sellers whose merchandise did not sell.
“Mercon meatballs 2 servings bu!” Zanjiil ordered with passion.
“Each deck! Want to eat here or pack?” ask the merchant.
“Wrap sir!” sahut Zanjiil's.
“Any deck!” the merchant quickly prepared Zanjiil's request in a disposable bowl.
“Jiil, I buy fried first yes!”
“Don't be long!” Zanjiil.
Then Kissky went to a fried vendor not far from her husband.
He also ordered fried tempeh, tofu and also bakwan as much as 10 seeds. After that he returned to Zanjiil.
“This!” Kissky picked up the food he had just bought.
“It sure fits really well mixed with this!” both smile at the same time.
“Eh, where do we eat?” kissky asked, confused because there was no seat around them.
“At the station alone, I have seen many people eating on the bench near the train platform,” Zanjiil explained.
After the two of them arrived, Zanjiil and Kissky sat in a long, gray chair.
“I tore-tear friedya ya!” kissky said excitedly, he was looking forward to eating his mercon meatballs.
“Do not, let me just.” Zanjiil, who did not want his wife's hands dirty, decided to do it himself
“But you haven't washed your hands.” Kissky said.
“That's water.” then Zanjiil rose from his seat to the water faucet provided by the station.
Kissky could not take off the smile on her lips, she thought Zanjiil was too sweet for her.
After washing his hands cleanly, Zanjiil returned, he with his lentic fingers tore up the fried foods in the transparent white plastic office his wife bought.
“OK! Let's try!” the couple also ate a red mercon meatball that was appetizing.
“Yes God, huuh.” Zanjiil was so pungent, because the meatball sauce was so pungent on his tongue.
“Enakkan..” Kissky again put the meatballs with a lot of gravy into his mouth.
After they were both full, they decided to go home.
That night the train was quite crowded, many employees who had just returned home from work, to require both to stand.
The density of the carriages they were riding in made each other crimp.
The Zanjiil Kissky doesn't accept coming into contact with another man sets up, protecting his wife from the mischievous hands of irresponsible passengers.
He also attached his body to Kissky facing the passenger seat, then he held on to the hand strap so as not to fall.
It's so solid! inner Zanjiil.
Passengers are increasingly soaring, so that the train door is difficult to close. Zanjiil saw his wife getting harder and harder to stand.
Until finally, Kissky who could not survive had to hold the glass in front of him.
Zanjiil was so sorry for his wife, with her energetic hands, she wrapped her hands around Kissky's flat stomach.
“Remove your hands from the glass!” Zanjiil.
“Let me fall!” kissky Sahut.
“No going!” on the advice of Zanjiil, Kissky took off his grip.
After his body was straightened back, Kissky could not breathe properly, because Zanjiil hugged him so heavily.
...Seriate......