Forced to marry her
71. Sour Fruit

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

"He'em." Diandra replied with a smile and nodded.

Kafka did not think that his wife finally wanted to eat strange.

As a good husband Kafka can only follow and obey the will of the Wife.

Kafka immediately went out and looked for sour fruit that was near the house of residents in the friend of Mr. Ali. Fortunately, there was a fruitful tree nearby.

Mr. Ali immediately climbed the tree and took a few stalks.

Mr. Ali came down from the top of the tree immediately felt amused and itchy all his body because many ants were covering him.

Kafka helped Pak Ali to clean the ants from his body.

He felt sorry for Mr. Ali because his wife Pak Ali had to be a victim.

"Sorry sir, I made you rich." He said while cleaning Mr. Ali's back.

"It's okay Den, his name is also a wife who asks to be followed." replied Mr. Ali.

Kafka just smiled while nodding.

They returned to the villa on a motorcycle.

Kafka went in and gave the acid to his wife.

Diandra immediately excited not a kepalang when he saw the sour fruit, he immediately cleaned and returned to sitting in the tv room. He immediately devoured it like people were eating crispy crackers with no wry taste at all.

Kafka could only swallow his saliva which from earlier felt full in its place.

Kafka did not understand how the sour fruit tastes when it enters the mouth. Look what else is eating it, my goodness.

"Honey, do not eat too much later your stomach hurts lo" said Kafka while sipping water from the glass.

"Yes I know." she replied.

"You want to incip ngak." asked Diandra while thrusting the sour fruit to her Husband.

"No, look at me making my teeth ache what else to eat" he replied while writhing because he could not bear to imagine the sour taste.

"Seger tau." ketus Diandra's.

Kafka just shook his head at his strange wife's behavior.

"The rich sour fruit is so called seger, strange." inwardly

It was getting dark and Kafka and Diandra were resting in their room.

The noise of frogs and the ringing from the rice fields made Diandra feel comfortable, she said like a melodious and beautiful song in her ears.

Kafka could only shake his head.

"Let's go to sleep at night" said Kafka and hugged his wife's body.

Instead of sleeping Diandra even fun listening to the sound of frogs and crickets from outside.

"Dear." call him.

"Heem.." replied Kafka with his eyes closed.

Kafka was tired and sleepy at the time.

"Have you slept?" ask again.

"What's wrong?" kafka said with his eyes still closed.

"I'm hungry." Diandra replied as she pulled both ends of her lips.

"But it's night, here there are no sales people on dark nights like this." replied Kafka while trying to blink his eyes that are only a few watts.

"But I'm hungry" he said.

Kafka got up and went out into the kitchen looking for something to cook.

He searched every little cupboard in the kitchen hoping there was food to eat.

Fortunately, he bought milk and instant noodles.

Kafka immediately cooked the noodles with very sleepy eyes.

Diandra sat at the dining table looking at the back of her husband who was standing leyot.

How not leyot/weak if all day he had to go back and forth to find food for his wife.

He immediately served the boiled noodles in front of his wife.

Boiled noodles use ceplok eggs and spicy chili, because Diandra does like spicy.

"Eat to be full" said Kafka while yawning.

Diandra directly devoured it greedily even though the noodles were very spicy and hot.

For him the noodles were so delicious it was amazing like eating ramen noodles in a five-star restaurant.

Kafka was no longer able to endure his sleepiness.

He rested his head on the table while accompanying his wife to eat noodles.

He did not feel his eyes closed tightly for a few seconds.

After eating Diandra went to the kitchen to wash the bowl.

She felt sorry when she saw her husband sleeping on the table.

She realized that all day she had troubled her husband but wanted how else her desire could not be delayed anymore.

"Honey let's wake up I've finished eating it." Diandra tried to wake her husband. She rubbed her husband's back gently.

"Hem." Kafka blinked his eyes trying to get up.

Kafka woke up and went back to his room.

Eventually Kafka and Diandra were able to sleep soundly.

In the new taste of sleep, uh ngak know chicken already crowed just like that.

The day had started early, Kafka was still asleep while Diandra was busy cooking in the kitchen with Ms. Ratna.

Ms. Ratna is Mr. Ali's wife.

"How many children does Bu Ratna have?" Ask Diandra curiously.

"Have one child but already work." replied Ms. Ratna who was busy stirring the village chicken opor.

" Where's the job?" He asked again, looking at Ms. Ratna.

"Work in the office of Mr." The answer is Ms. Ratna.

"Mr Raffa took my son to work in his office" he replied with a smile.

Degs...

Diandra's heart was shocked, suddenly he remembered with Raffa's face at that time. He smiled and looked back.

Not feeling her tears fall slowly, she wiped it before Ms Ratna realized she was crying.

"Who's the mother's son's name?" ask again

"Novi, No."

He remembered the name of the girl. Raffa employee named Novi was the only one who is now a lover of his best friend, Jaka.

"What a mother's son is called Novi Heni jaya." asked Diandra, hopefully he did not mispronounce.

"It's true Non, Kok Non tau." replied the mother Wonder.

"I used to come to the office with Kafka Bu, and I had a walk around the office in the company of Novi. She's very beautiful kok Bu, I had known Novi the same tenen I'm Bu her name is Jaka.

Jaka is a good boy, I've known him from childhood. I think they really fit Ma'am." Diandra explained at length.

Ratna's mother smiled faintly upon hearing the story from Diandra.

She is happy if it is true but as a mother, she is also worried that her children will be hurt, their status is very much different.

He thinks that Jaka is the son of a respected person and has a prominent status, while his son is only the son of a maid who lives in a remote village.

Ratna's mother was still speechless listening to the story from Diandra while opening her ears wide.

He was a little relieved after Diandra said that Jaka's parents had also approved of their relationship. Jaka is an only child and all his wishes are always followed by his parents.

Ms. Ratna hopes that Jaka is the right choice for her daughter.

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