Equatorial Eagle Love Maneuver
CINTA~PART MANEUVER 72

Many instant spices can be used now and Zea does not want to take a headache for it.

Unlike other newlyweds who spent time at the beginning of the wedding for gaspol to make a successor, Zea and Sagara seem more let it go with the flow only, he said, enjoy what should be enjoyed without being rushed.

Not that, Zea's duties are entirely Zea who bear without Saga's contribution, but it has been his duty to guide Zea included in what he can but Zea has not been able to.

"Abang prefers if the spice is smoothed all use cobek, homemade is better than machine-made, deck." said Saga, this man did not shyly take a stone cobek and held a sit under the look of a hodgepodge, it is impossible also he smoothed seasoning for chicken on his table, there is not a subtle spice but his table.

"So this is mubadzir dong?" tanya Zea lifted the instant condiment pack she bought earlier.

Sagara shook his head, "can be used if adek is lazy to make his own spices. My brother ate."

Sagara taught Zea some of the recipes she knew and often made her own.

"Or salt?" ask Saga.

Zea sneered, "yes you know! It's good to have a peremehin," he weirdly said, Sagara nodded his head chuckling.

"This is salt, this is sugar, there is no way Ze did not know that this, from the same shape it tastes different.ngga need to se'be go it, please deh!" his eyeballs rolled exactly the ball.

"It's galangal, it's ginger.." Zea kissed some of the spices in the Saga spice box, super complete! Suspicious Sagara concurrently work as a cook in warteg.

Zea guessed it right with some spices there, and Saga nodded in satisfaction as her hands pounded the onions and turmeric.

Zea who sat next to Saga with a chant in the kitchen looked at her husband with a chin support, showing a smiley anjayudin like a person less sekilo, "branch more sexy rich gini, rather than swallow jang..." he said, "more like rawwrrrr!" laughter added.

Saga stopped the collision and returned Zea's gaze, "you were more sexy when shopping earlier, rather than wearing stylish clothes, more like a wadidaw.." he was immediately rewarded with a soft pat on his arm from Zea, he said, the woman laughed crisply, for the first time in history, Sagara overhauled Zea, does she have to pile up now?

"What's healthy?" ask her. Saga nodded once but was convinced, "wal'afiat."

"Who try to look out, see the sun has not come out to warm the earth?" asked Zea, Saga nodded even though he continued to do the activities of smoothing the cooking spices without pause.

Even the sound of the collision in the stone cobek reached the neighboring house like it, but the two people who were drunk with romance were just as fun to chat without being disturbed by the sound of tear that broke the eardrum, which was, pity the vegetable chicken in front of them that suddenly turned into beans.

"The light is still not able to penetrate into the house, because it is inferior. Do you know who he's inferior to?"

"Relgan." Saga smeared the seasoning on pieces of chicken that had been washed clean and then put it in the pot.

"Just like a brother," Zea replied, although Saga had moved to put the pot on the stove followed by Zea tailing, the two continued to interact.

"You why?"

"Engga.." his ring.

Cetrek! The stove was lit, and Saga did not have to bend down to see the size of the fire, her instincts were trained.

"Soalah love brother warmer, can penetrate the bone sampe to the heart of Zea.." he continued to wrestle Saga's neck. The man looked at his wife and smiled, so anxious he reflexively rubbed Zea's face.

"It could be aeee mama's son." she said.

"Abangladesh! Brother's hand used to spice you up!"

Pukk! Zea nailed her punch at the Saga dadha.

"Astagfirullah, forget the deck!" Sagara laughed, this was his first time laughing like this. Zea instantly winced, grimaced salty and ran towards the bathroom to wash her face.

"Here's the whistling brother," Saga followed Zea into the bathroom, helped his wife wash her face including washing her hands, Saga was still grim, "sorry-sorry, brother did not intentionally." The swab summarizes the face as smooth as a baby's cheek.

"His name is also khilaf," he replied still chuckling, "wouldn't he?"

Zea shook her head opening her eyes as Saga's two hands still faithfully cupped her jaws together.

The eyes blinked beautifully, enchanting Saga and awakening Saga's male instincts to pin down Zea's body on the bathroom wall, enjoying the most beautiful treats of God's creation, the gift of loving is so beautiful.

The tight grip of both hands Zea on the back of the Saga shirt, indicates if he and Saga are soaring together, feeling and taste the sweetness of honey, uniting saliva to feel what each feels, each feels, the tongues of the two were twisting together.

The aroma of spices from the kitchen rattled the sanity of the two, "the branch of the chicken will be charred," said Zea a little raucous.

Sagara shook his head, "engga. Brother taro water a bit, let's swim his chicken.." replied Saga, Zea burst her laughter, "where is there! There they're bloated, mostly water."

"Go away, Ze wants to make his veggies stir." pinta Zea patted the naughty pan tat Saga. Just spending time together like this, no matter where it is, feels enough, if accompanied by gratitude.

Sagara is not as cold as before, he is different from the figure of the mosque tile that Zea met the first time, different from the figure of the soldier who finished Ajay cs in the forest last time.

Zea and Saga are like any other couple, Sagara in his casual attire does not look like a soldier, even though he is as handsome as he is in uniform. Among the crowd of ordinary citizens, the two walked around without burden, although some recognized Zea as the daughter of the minister.

Saga only wears a polo-collared hat and t-shirt, as well as long jeans without any frills of unity clothing when driving Zea to campus. He even drove Zea on a motorcycle owned by God.

Another case with Zea that is always fashionable wherever and whenever.

"Udah is done, next week has started to enter, directly enter the sks new material..hufftt! Welcome to the jungle, Zee.." he said mele nguh tired, not to mention later the task as a wife of the soldier of the union that will increasingly keep Zea busy. Saga rattles Zea's hair, "mother's spirit!" his reply.

"When do we meet Umi? Don't we leave tomorrow?" Zea climbed into the back seat and immediately embraced Saga, a seat designed to make someone with osteoporosis really torment the passenger in the backseat, causing trauma to his bones.

"Now, we go to Papa Rangga's house first, make a farewell. New to home," Saga stater his motorbike and darted away from the capital's famous campus where his wife studied.

No longer a long distance relationship will be the separation of himself and Zea now, Zea is really with him now.

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