Duda Bucin (Oh My Babysitter)
S2/Chapter 4 (By Nyai.)

"Daddy loves Mommy, right?" Pinkan swept her husband's thinly-floated cheeks with a meaningful look.

"Of course, really, really love you." The male whisper is shahdu.

"The food now makes Mommy breakfast, this morning Mommy wants to eat fried rice with scrambled eggs continue in love meatballs thin slices, do not forget peas too, which is spicy." Keep Pinkan whining.

"Daddy knows how to make it Yank, anyways Daddy's afraid it's not good." Raka Timpal.

"Reason! Tell me you're lazy, you don't love your wife! You must be the same as your wife asks!" Pout Pinkan sulking.

"Sssutttt, okay, ok." Raka sighed again, it seems that today the two beautiful women are indeed spoiled again "I make, now you take a shower gih." Whoever.

Pinkan.

Raka then went out of the room and went to the luxury classic kitchen on the lower floor. Mirah, Ira and the others were already swiftly in the middle of struggling with raw materials.

They stared confused in the same direction, not usually Raka visited the kitchen early in the morning.

"What's up, sir?" Sapa Mirah asked.

"Emmh," Raka scratched the nape that did not itch "My wife asked to make breakfast, fried rice, use scrambled eggs, thin sliced meatballs, pedes, and peas, too, how to make it? You guys tell me, let me cook." Evidently.

"Huh?" Ira and Mirah looked at each other questioningly before then turning to Raka again "Young master, isn't it wrong? Fried rice? This early in the morning, for Madam Pinkan? Isn't it the young lady usually eats only Belgian waffles, or the original pancakes sir? Mrs Pinkan didn't eat rice in the morning?" Added reminding.

"Huh?" Raka was astonished at the thought of Mirah's true speech, all this time Pinkan always keep the diet "Emmh, but just now, as soon as he asked," he said.

"Yes is mbok. You just taught me, there's no harm, right?" Continue later.

Mirah nodded "Yes young master, I prepared the ingredients first well." Raka nodded.

Mirah put the beef meatballs as well as a large red chili that has been sliced thin, two eggs, secomot peas, canola oil (canola oil), canola oil, like Raka orders into different containers but still one tray to make it easier to reach when Raka cooks it.

"Please sir." Ira and Mirah smiling themselves at the confused expression of her master, so far Raka never cooks even her feet never enter the kitchen for a moment, and now his wife made the man scratch his head because of the withering.

"How do you think Mbok is?" Raka asked looking at Mirah as she positioned herself in front of her expensive stove top.

Mirah mentions one by one the steps and then as much as possible Raka remembers step by step how to cook it.

"Oh, this is easy mah, why not tell the hell Mbok, but I just ngetes doangan earlier!" Raka chuckles songong.

Mirah and Ira also chuckled at the president's speech.

"Now there will be Mbok president director told to cook, but bismillah, all this for the sake of his beloved." Cemelos on the lips while flushing a little oil into the pan and then followed by eggs.

"Astaghfirullah," Raka ran away from the splash of oil as a result of the "Mbok! Why are the eggs so bad?" Shouted her while rubbing her hand that was hit by the hot spark with a frightened face.

Mirah giggled amused "Yes that's so Sir, but if the eggs have been scrambled surely not Master." Evidently.

"I'm afraid Mbok! The chicken is just laying eggs again with her husband I think this, so this is how the eggs are made!" Raka explained, between wanting to continue or not but Pinkan's request must be followed according to his promise.

"Don't give up young master, he said for the sake of his beloved Nyai." Sindir Mirah giggled.

"Yes sir, let's get excited." Connect Ira.

"Ok bismillah again." Raka let out a long sigh "Take a breath Mbok, hold it, don't waste it!"

Mirah increasingly giggled at the adorable Raka's jolts between her cooking activities.

Trained Raka makes breakfast for her beloved wife who eventually succeeds too even though she has to experience the obstacle of egg scorching because of the slowness of Raka.

He was more diligent in arguing than playing his hand but it's okay, as long as it is still worth eating Pinkan must appreciate his efforts.

"Maraa, ..." Raka welcomed the arrival of his wife and son with the fragrant aroma of his first fried rice.

"Is this really you cooking Yank?" Ask Pinkan.

"Truly, don't see what Daddy's t-shirt smells like this."

Pinkan stared at the dewy color this morning "God willing, my good husband, thank you." She said with a gentle kiss on her husband's cheek.

"But Mommy wants a bribe first."

"Huh?" Raka was stunned by the look of the protest face.

"Daddy why are you staring at me like that? Isn't Daddy used to bribe Mommy with baby Zee before the office?" Sela Pinkan's.

"Yes that usually, now it's bad luck because of Daddy's time in use to cook."

"Ga wants to know, ..." Pinkan.

"Mommy, Zee's hungry." Zee interrupted with his lisp language.

Pinkan sat on the dining table chair then put Zee to the special seat toddler.

"Baby wants some jam bread?" Pinkan offers to his daughter and Zee nods "But Daddy loves his jam." Pintanya.

"What?!" Raka again stared hard at the protest of the two women of hers "You guys on why the hell huh? Why is compact like this effective? At nine o'clock Daddy has an important meeting at the office." His complaint.

"Oh, Daddy protested? Daddy don't love us anymore?" Pinkan Angle.

Raka snorted "Ok, ok." Pinkan's ultimate question makes Raka succumb to obey, he sits down and feeds the child and his wife eat in turn.

"Emmm, this is delicious, can you cook Yank?" Pinkan stared proudly after tasting her husband's first meal.

"Bang Raka mah, what the hell can't?" Raka is high-hearted even though Mirah deliberately set the size of the spice according to the portion so that it is not tasteless or salty.

About twenty minutes Raka just finished feeding his wife's child then rushed to prepare and then go to the office, Eric, Baskara also Irma just chuckled at the scene of her love slave the president director.

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After tidying up with her executive clothes, Raka exits the spacious house while Arjuna is already preparing on the steering wheel seat of his car.

Brugh!

Raka gets into the car sitting in the front seat and her sluggish face takes Arjuna's attention "Lu why Bro?" He asked as he planted the gas slowly and then passed from the spacious courtyard of the Baskara residence.

"It's eight o'clock, you're new nongol, you forget well, nine o'clock this is an important meeting with brand ambassador, also planning performance evaluation." Added.

Raka snorted "My bini son, today is weird, that one asked for this one asked for it. Though from three o'clock I have prepared employee evaluation files as well as learn the files you sent last night about new products and brand ambassador cooperation. The next morning my son asked in the bath, the bini I asked in masakin breakfast is, the abis should be in the bribe too." The man grumbled with a lethargic face.

"Usually if there is something strange, the sign is something Bro, maybe the young Madam craves again." Sela Arjuna glanced at Raka.

Raka suddenly turned to look at Arjuna staring at the man "Ngidam? Is that why people crave? Waking up in the afternoon, bathing males, spoiled, more fussy than usual, so?" The man made sure.

"Just right, usually so!" Arjuna was sure.

Raka raised the tip of her lips after remembering that the person she spoke to was still singing "Hieleh, like you're married. So tau!" Ketus.

"Eh, don't get me wrong, let's never get married, but I've had a lot of contact with people!" Arjuna gave a crisp laugh with pride.

"Basic pebinor you!" Sarkas Raka but after that he re-thought Arjuna's words "But, by the way the problem of cravings, I don't think it's possible." Her speech.

"Why? Did you ever plant a seed?" Arjuna Sela.

"Not that! But, about two and a half months ago, Pinkan checked fertility, continued in the verdict of anovulation. So she can't possibly get pregnant with him." Raka was slow.

"Anovulation?" Raka nodded in confirming.

"Are you sure the doctor is wrong? Try to take your young mistress again to another place Bro," Arjuna proposed the idea by occasionally turning to the Master.

"When I take him to another doctor, it's more impressed I don't want to accept him as he is. I don't want to hurt her fragile heart." Raka gradually saddened if he had talked about the limitations of his wife.

Although Pinkan's words were always thin but the woman's heart was as soft as snow which easily melted when given the heat. Raka just doesn't want to deepen his wife's old wounds. In the verdict of anovulation is certainly very painful for a woman what else if the verdict twice from a different doctor, Raka can not imagine how painful Pinkan will be.

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