Forced to marry her
70. Spicy rujak

The day passed so quickly, not feeling like and sorrow had been a lot in his passing.

A difficult day changes with an easy day and full of happiness.

Diandra walks down the street, enjoying the cool atmosphere in the countryside.

Sometimes he stretched his hand to greet every wind that passed his beautiful face.

He really enjoyed it without any burden in his life.

Kafka and Diandra are on vacation to one of the villages, away from the city and away from the noise of the exhaust. The air is still cool and fresh with nothing to contaminate.

Diandra stopped at one of the shops selling snacks. He went in and bought some snacks. Kafka just followed him from behind while carrying the basket

after the selesei paid for it they immediately left and returned to his Villa.

Although the day had begun to day but the cold was still felt until it pierced into the bone.

Diandra sat in the backyard while enjoying the savory snacks he bought earlier.

Salted nuts and belinjo chips are one of his favorite snacks.

Kafka sat next to him, looking far away.

Green rice in the middle of the rice fields has been soothing and make the eyes pampered, the breeze of the breeze adds to the atmosphere more and more syahdu.

"Kafka, I'm at home living here and I don't think I want to go back to the city" he said, putting nuts in his mouth.

He smiled and looked far away at the rice field.

Kafka turned to his wife and looked at her. He could see his wife's happy and cheerful face at that time.

"If we stay here then what about my job?" Answer Kafka as he is.

To be honest he also felt the same way, happy without any burden, but back to the economic problems. What about his work and what work he wants there.

Not everyone can live in the countryside.

"Yes, I know that can't happen, sorry I just wanted to talk." Answer with a lethargic face. He seemed disappointed by Kafka's reply.

"We can stay here a long time if An wants to do all my work. Even though we live in our city we can still come here often." Sahut Kafka calmed the heart of his already disappointed wife.

Diandra returned silent with a reddened look, either because of heat or because of obvious anger at that time his heart was disappointed.

He took a sip of his drink and put the belinjo chips back in his mouth.

Kafka knew his wife was sulking at the time. There was no choice but to comfort him.

"Honey, how about we go for a walk while looking for lunch" said Kafka started a conversation that had been from a few minutes quiet no words came out of the mouth of his wife.

"Males." she answered briefly without turning to Kafka. He was still silent while chewing the snack he held from earlier.

I don't know since when he's got that kind of grumpy nature. His heart is easily scratched and very sensitive for lately.

"I want rujak, it must be good at lunch for spicy food" he said as he swallowed his almost dripping saliva.

"Where we buy it, it's far from the city" replied Kafka bangtung should find where.

"Usaha dong, here are many sellers who know there are sellers of rujak. It's just in town that there's a real seller." He looked at Kafka sharply. This time he really made Kafka's head dizzy.

"Well, I'll find you, will you come?" Kafka asked with her slender face. Kafka is actually lazy to go around the village but for the sake of his wife there is no problem.

Kafka and Diandra went on Pak Ali's motorcycle.

Mr. Ali is the manager of the Villa, he has worked in the Villa for a long time.

It was a villa belonging to the Kafka family that had not been visited for a long time.

Raffa used to come to the Villa, since Kafka left the villa was empty. Mr. Ali is the one who takes care of him every day.

It has been almost half an hour around but they did not find anyone selling rujak.

"Honey, I've been tired and muter-muter from earlier but there is not a single person who sells rujak here" said Kafka feeling desperate because tired.

"Yes you've gone home, let me find out for myself." Next with a snort.

"Either what happened to him, why try to really eat rujak. I can eat something else besides Rujak." His inner.

It turns out that God is still on his side, there is a single mother selling street food on the side of the road.

Kafka stopped his motorbike in front of the shop.

Enthusiastically Diandra down and immediately ordered the spicy rujak that he had been craving from earlier.

He sat in a plastic chair and looked at the seller's mother. He smiled widely while holding his saliva down from its place.

Kafka paid with more money as his gratitude without asking for his change.

The mother was very happy to get more money from Kafka. One pack of spicy kafka rujak pay two hundred thousand rupiah.

Kafka and Diandra return to the villa.

Diandra immediately took the plate and spoon and sat in the backyard where he was sitting this morning.

He opened it and ate it greedily. Diandra is really very greedy like a man in a trance.

Kafka only looked at it as he gulped down his saliva, which had become increasingly dry from thirst.

His eyes became wide and round when he saw his wife eating that dish mercilessly.

Just the blink of an eye as much as that instantly ludes mercilessly.

"Darling, you're healthy, right?" Kafka asked who was astonished by his wife's behavior and then held her seat.

Diandra narrowed his eyes and turned towards Kafka.

He pulled his lips to the side while nodding.

"I'm healthy, why?" The answer is simple without any suspicion.

"There's nothing to ask." He answered with a wry smile.

Kafka was still confused for him but he tried to brush him off.

"Alkhamdulillah, I am finally full as well" he said as he rubbed his stomach that looked bloated because of the satiety.

"Darling, why don't you eat?" ask him to Kafka

"I'm full already." Answer Kafka briefly.

"How can I not be full if I see your appetite like a possessed man, just look at you I am full." His inner.

"As far as you." Then enter the Vila. He sat on the couch watching TV.

In the villa it is far from the city and also far from the neighbors. In addition to the signal is difficult there also have to use a satellite dish if you want to see tv without satellite dish tv will look blurry like many mosquitoes flying in the tv.

Kafka came in and sat next to his wife.

He also saw the tv channel that his wife watched, suddenly there was an advertisement for a cold drink sour taste. Somehow Diandra's saliva suddenly felt full and wanted to drip just like that.

"Darling, I really want to eat sour fruit." He said while imagining the freshness of eating the sour fruit.

"What a sour fruit that's so wry." Kafka was surprised to hear his wife's wish.

Kafka again gulped his saliva which now filled his mouth. He could not even imagine how wry the fruit was.

"Do you have to eat it now?" Ask while scratching his head that feels itchy even though it is not itchy.

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