Casanova Dipinang Sholeha
Accepting Your Love

Mr. Matteo went inside the house which happened to be the front door was already opened.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Mr. Matteo.

"Wa'alaikumsallam" Claudya said.

Mr. Matteo smiled to see his heart standing in front of him. Claudya is so beautiful with a pink-colored robe in line with her hijab. Looks feminine and brighter. Claudya timidly lowered her head.

"This beauty must be for me?" ask Mr. Matteo.

"No, I am beautiful every day" Claudya replied.

"Okay, my love can indeed be.tik every day," said Mr. Matteo.

Claudya smiled just throwing her face away so Mr. Matteo wouldn't know.

"Dear laper, haven't had breakfast yet from home" lamented Mr. Matteo as he held onto his stomach.

"Let's go in, eat and go home!" Claudya.

"I won't be home so soon, dear, before you accept my love" said Mr. Matteo.

"OK," said Mr. Matteo.

Both of them entered the dining room. At the dining table there is a large enough serving hood. Mr. Matteo wondered why the food was covered with food hoods.

"Let's get eaten by perverted men! all this I prepared for you" said Claudya.

"Thank you for my love, so sweet" said Mr. Matteo. He's advancing forward. Sit in a chair. It's just that Claudya is still standing. He's not sitting down either. Makes Mr. Matteo feel something strange.

"Let's open a pervert, report it?" ask Claudya.

"He knows my love" replied Mr. Matteo. His hand moved open the hood. When opened. A lele leaping tie. Until it hit his face.

Pplug ....

The catfish slipped down, falling under the floor.

Not just catfish. The surviving hen was also walking on the table.

"Pooook .. poook ...poook ...." The sound of a rooster that is frenzied again delicious even disturbing. Mr. Matteo's other hand on the table, was pecked at by the hen.

"Aw .., my hand," complained Mr. Matteo, holding his hand.

Claudya laughed as much as she could until her stomach hurt to see that.

"Lelaki pervert let's eat, still fresh from the fields," said Claudya.

"My love I'm not a monster who eats anything raw" Matteo said.

"If you want to eat cooked, cook it yourself, the ingredients are already there," said Claudya.

"No problem, I'm going to magic all this into good food" said Mr. Matteo. He's undaunted. For the sake of fighting for his love anything will be done including cooking.

"Let's prove what you say!" challenge Claudya.

"If I succeed, accept my love" challenged Mr. Matteo back.

"Okay, who's afraid? At least men with clothes like you can not cook," said Claudya.

"I will show you my hidden ability, you will be amazed" said Mr. Matteo.

Both smiling. Claudya doesn't believe men who used to wrestle with files and laptops can cook. While Mr. Matteo felt it was time he proved. There is a wide open opportunity. When he showed his hidden ability. Until he was stranded behind the house washing and cleaning catfish.

"Fate, this catfish is really slippery. Diem what? Don't be immoral" said Mr. Matteo.

Claudya just smiled seeing Mr. Matteo having trouble catching catfish to clean.

"It's a hidden ability, a lot of genes," said Claudya.

"Not yet, this is on process, just look at the catfish will be ready to be fried" said Mr. Matteo. But speech is not as sweet as reality. Repeatedly pegged and mishandled his own hands because the catfish was slippery.

"Hold hands or meat yes, how many times it's chopped?" ask Claudya.

"Relax, this is the experimental material first, make the knife mastiin sharp dear," replied Mr. Matteo.

"When it hits the water, let alone the soap?" inner Mr. Matteo. He was so strong in front of Claudya when his hands were silvery, mistaking his own hands instead of catfish.

After the catfish business is finished, now the hens are ready to be cut. Mr. Matteo has to go after the hen who is still engrossed here and there.

"Come chicken, compromise, I'll know it after I fry it," said Mr. Matteo chasing chicken in the backyard. He had already fallen down many times chasing the hen. The fight is not easy. The chicken is a pigeon. When given rice approached, already abis ya blur, who would want to cut.

"Calm down, I'll properly bury it, you don't have to worry after I cut it" Matteo said.

"Pook .. poook .. poook ...." The sound of the chicken was engrossed in his own world.

"Ha ha ha, the chicken is not ridho yet, no, just give up" said Claudya.

"I will marry you, where it may give up dear" said Mr. Matteo.

Claudya just shook her head. While Mr. Matteo is still trying to catch the hen. He struggled so hard he got into the bush, got under the gazebo, and fell into the pool. His spirit never faded. For the love of spirit 45 is waged.

"Finally, I'll give you one wish, monggo!" lord Matteo's word to the hen carried him.

Crucn ...

The hen's pop fell onto Mr. Matteo's white t-shirt.

"This is his request" said Mr. Matteo.

The hen looks relieved after popping. He will die peacefully, from earlier pop nahan because pursued by Mr. Matteo.

Claudya just laughed out loud seeing that.

"You like it, baby? No problem with pop as long as you like it" said Mr. Matteo.

"Who likes it too, huh!" Claudya.

After a long process of cleaning catfish and cutting chicken. Finally it was time to cook. Mr. Matteo wears an apron. Start weeding vegetables and making seasonings.

"Well, Chef is cooking, can't you?" ledek Claudia.

"Can dong, you doubt me love" said Mr. Matteo.

Claudya just smiled letting Mr. Matteo prove his point. The perverted man looks shrewd when cutting vegetables and preparing cooking spices. But while frying the chicken and catfish, he wore an APD shirt and had his face covered in a helmet he bought online. He asked to be sent directly. For a man like Mr. Matteo, what the hell can't.

"Ha ha ha, where are you going? How to use APD?" ledek Claudia.

"It's a safe way to fry chicken and catfish" Matteo said.

"Why don't you wear an astronaut suit" Claudya said.

"Over time the message, this is more flat," said Mr. Matteo.

Claudya photographed Mr. Matteo with his PPE and helmet then kept it. He will remember that funny moment.

"You took my picture, made a wallpaper, baby" said Mr. Matteo.

"Well? be shy," Claudya said.

"really? At least for the memories of our son later, let them know the struggle of his father conquered his mother," said Mr. Matteo.

"Huh .., not horrified" said Claudya. Though he was very happy to see Mr. Matteo as much for himself.

Mr. Matteo is back in cooking. He started sauteing vegetables, grilling some chicken, and frying the catfish and chicken the rest.

Pletok .. pletok .. pletok ...

The sound of oil rang out from the frying pan. Mr. Matteo instead of waiting for his fry to hide near the refrigerator.

"Well, uh, PPE, helmet, still scared, too?" Claudya.

"Serems also touched him," said Mr. Matteo.

"Tar gosong if not reversed," said Claudya. He's advancing forward. Flipping fried chicken in a skillet. Suddenly the oil is broken. Claudya was surprised to almost splash the hot oil, for Mr. Matteo was blocking Claudya's body with his own body.

"Aaa ...," cried Claudya surprised to hear the oil that fell out. He closed his eyes. When he opened it, he saw that Mr. Matteo was in front of him.

"Why are you there pervert guy?" ask Claudya.

"To protect you" replied Mr. Matteo.

Claudya lowered her head, smiling happily. Embarrassed, though she was overjoyed by what Mr. Matteo had done for her.

"Sit down in the dining room, wait for me to finish everything" Matteo said.

Claudya nodded. He walked out of the kitchen. It was Mr. Matteo who returned to cooking. Until it's all over. He took off his PPE shirt and helmet. Bring all his cooking to the dining table. He served all his cooking on top of the meal. Claudya smiled seeing all the cooking finished Mr. Matteo.

"All these dishes I present to you, dear" said Mr. Matteo who stood in front of the dining table.

"Don't be happy just yet, I haven't tasted it, it could not be good" Claudya said.

"Monggo tasted!" lord Matteo's.

Claudya began to taste one by one Mr. Matteo's dishes. He's riveted. Sculpting with the taste of his tongue.

"Why? Not good?" ask Mr. Matteo.

Claudya tasted it again. Eat some mouthfuls. He wanted to prove what he felt was not wrong.

"If it's not good to say, I'm ready to re-cook, not to be rejected" said Mr. Matteo.

"Enak" Claudya said. Only one word came out of his mouth.

"I told you what, I'm going to win, so you have to accept my love" Matteo said.

"But ...," Claudya said.

"Nothing but, from today on you are mine, I will propose to you" said Mr. Matteo.

"You are forcing" said Claudya.

"But you like to be coerced" said Mr. Matteo.

Claudya looked embarrassed. Hiding smile.