CEO of Gondrong That, My Husband.
There is No Fried Rice Mbek
It was past seven o'clock at night, Bagas and Dara were only able to leave the house for nyari's goat-fried rice. Somehow Dara again really wanted to eat it, but he no longer craved.
Want to nyari nasi goreng goat tonight through a lot of drama. First, Dede Apem does not want to release his mother. So the body of him who was so full was stuck at his feet mami, kirret to and fro every mami stepped. I was like a baby koala was dede Apem, just wanted to be released when Keke came with a full bottle of formula milk. He immediately clapped his hands no longer with the same mother he had pastelin to and fro
The second, Neon's brother and Ondrong's brother fought because his swords bang Ondrong broke their seats when they played in wars.
Keep the last one, Tuti eyes hit the chili again he ulek which makes him open tap water until it makes the kitchen flood mami because the sink pipe is clogged while the water continues to flow. Intention Tuti want to wash his eyes even he made the kitchen so the flood Neon continues same Ondrong has been swimming in shallow water like the fish opa.
Mami had been dizzy to see them but Bagas immediately brought his wife out so that the mami who had been better not sulking again because of badmood hunting saw the chaos that occurred in their home.
"Sunday with Keke, sir."
"What was handed over to Ke, Bini I've been hunted not in the mood gini." bagas murmured while closing the car door.
"Da .. dah Pa .. pi." Dede Apem has just released the departure of papi and mami with the milk bottle still in his mouth and hands.
"Dadah Darling, bobo ya yayang" said Dara from behind the window of the car whose glass was half open.
In the kitchen itself, twin brothers have been busy eating pudding made by Tuti after being satisfied swimming in the water while gliding. Tuti again clean the wet kitchen and had slipped too. His eyes were sore, his butt hurt to hit the floor, this must be a reply because Tuti jahilin Pak Mamat had used glue that made the pants the same seat so on the tack.
"You're really into eating goat fried rice?" tanya Bagas while driving, while his eyes seemed to pay attention around the street filled with street pedangan five feet.
No one sells goat fried rice. They have killed almost an hour of traders who usually do not even sell.
"I want to see you from yesterday." complained Dara very sad it looks.
"Eat another yes, there is a lot of fried rice in addition to goat fried rice."
"Find me first, who knows what that is."
"Come on, come on."
Bagas also again Dara's will has not yet met. An hour and a half ago, Bagas was already full of wind because what was sought did not show its charm.
"Nothing." said Dara, getting sad. His eyes are glazed. Geez, because his wife's goats so melow like this. I've kayak ciwi-ciwi fit again watching drakor if there is a sad scene. And so dapet his expression.
"Yang, so this mallem goat rice cooker is no longer selling. So are we looking for another meal, or do you want another fried rice?"
Muters again Bagas nyari street vendors. Dara right ring left ring has no one to interest her stomach to fill. The line that sells fried rice is just a minus no one uses goats.
Woi goat! where are you looking for! Bagas already goiter in the heart, more than ten times muter Dara has not made his choice. He was bloated eating the same food as eating the wind.
Continue to make a tantrum after a bit away from the traders who sell fried rice Dara asked to return again.
"Reverse Mas, I've got chicken fried rice."
Bagas wanted to slam his car when it also felt. But for the sake of his beloved wife, let's not sulambek again, he still spread a smile until his teeth were dry.
Sit them on the chairs and the waiter comes with paper to record the order.
"I have spicy chicken fried rice, yes one" said mami without guilt while papi was already keki but can only speak in the heart.
"What message does he want?" ask the waiter again kindly.
"Is there crazy fried rice?" ask Bagas with a cool smile, but he himself has felt his brain tonight has been shifted to snoring.
"Ada Mas, consisting of spices of choice Nusantara, with the concoction of the hands of the gods, with the, equipped with five tablespoons of cayenne cayenne cayenne cayenne plus sausage equally delicious meatballs ati chicken ampela complete and must be crazy taste." Mas waiters call their flagship menu with enthusiasm because he will be happy half to death if there are customers who are spiciness because of the crazy fried rice made by Mr. Dewa, the name of the fried rice cook.
"Okay fried rice crazy, crazy if you can ya."
"Ready Mas, I make sure Mas gondrong gile really abis eat this."
"Deal." Bagas shook the hand of the servant who immediately turned around and gave the order paper to the Lord. Bayangin, who cooked the gods!
Bagas already shadow that crazy fried rice will make him crazy to really vent his frustration on goat fried rice that has made him muter-muter unclear.
"Mas ... Do you really want to order some crazy fried rice? you can take a picture of me." Dara looked at Bagas who had not yet answered because he was busy daydreaming. "Mas!" reprimand Dara again.
"Mbeeeekkk!" Reflex Bagas niruin goat beacon. All that was there on noleh.
"Udiiiiin, whose goat did you lose?" mr. Dewa shouted from the kitchen.
Not to mention eating crazy fried rice, Bagas already want to go crazy really tonight. Beware of that goat if you meet, he will cut it to be satay! ati-ati lo Mbek!