Forced to Marry Om Om
74. Her name is Hikaru

"His name according to me is Hikaru aja mas. Hikaru Rotschild because he told his last name to use the surname. But if you think it's not good enough for you," Aoi just resigned with Makoto, Hikaru's name is not fitting according to her either with her husband who is still an anchor to look at her first child.

"That's good. I don't know if it's a good name for our baby. You must have prepared it a long time ago, right?"

Aoi nodded. "Just like Haruka and Fumie. Those who gave me his name advice."

Feeling her name, Fumie suddenly chokes. Haruka immediately offered her orange juice which was still intact undrinkable. Fumie gulped it down, outrageous indeed.

'Suck but my drink is the victim, ' Haruka's mind is upset.

"Why then? Is there something we gotipin Haru?" asked Fumie with frowning brows.

"Our gosipin? Whynot? Who the hell is brave. There is no other work," Haruka murmured.

"No idea" Fumie shook her head. "My heart felt that there was a-"

"Udah, cepet in the end do not talk first. In the afternoon, do not let the kemaleman return. My mama will be angry," Haruka had to make it to her house in time before she nagged him for hours and asked why and what.

"Yes yes, I am eating too."

Back at the hospital, Makoto gave some clothes, accessories and one bag as a souvenir from Fukuoka. And Aoi likes it.

"Thank you a lot. This is not mah-"

"Guman out 900 ¥en. A little, not too much."

Aoi nodded in disbelief. Little said?! That's a lot!

"The gas is overrated. Why buy something that is expensive? Is there anything standard or cheap?"

"Because my love for you is priceless. As I walked north, love more unexpressible than in the south," Makoto's dramatic rombal, Aoi misbehaved her cheeks blushing sweeter than sugar and candy.

"Mas! It's a real dreadlocks. Where do you learn his words? It must be on Instagram, right?" aoi asked in full search, Makoto never seduced him just this once.

Makoto chuckles. "It was pure from my deepest heart Aoi. Here used to put your face back on."

Aoi wonder. "Why are you doing mas?"

"Here you go" Makoto had other plans that would make Aoi silent.

Aoi hesitantly approached. Until the end.

Cup.

Makoto kissed her lips briefly.

Aoi riveted. Whahuh? And it feels gnarled and almost hanging. I forgot how to breathe. Unblinking.

"Darling? Hey," Makoto blew both of Aoi's eyes, his wife blinking.

"Huh? Whahuh? Yes mas. Don't do that, if there's a doctor who suddenly enters how?" Aoi panicked dong time no.

"No one will come in. Ryou is looking after. So yes safe," Makoto smiled mischievously.

Aoi hit Makoto's arm irritated. "Mas! Hitherto. The more strange you are from work home really different from the same as before," this is what makes Aoi wonder, romantic Makoto different.

"Because it's so bad. I'd rather be at home with you than work not be able to see your pretty face," his tongue is always flailing.

"Mas," pressed Aoi annoyed. Just keep it chubby, his cheeks heating up and blushing.

"Yes, I want to eat a little bit first, right? You were taken care of Ryou from outside. You see, in the morning I have not eaten, busy with clothes to help dad. Bye dear," Makoto smiled sweetly overpowering the sugar. Her steps went from Aoi's VVIP room in the hospital.

***

Warung, Karin felt different when Amschel invited him to an ordinary stall that was crowded especially young children until the fathers were there. Chatting while chatting with coffee and fried.

"Well, why are we here? Not going to a restaurant?" Karin felt uncomfortable, let alone the gazes of the men hanging out next to her were teasing and whistling. It's like never seeing a beautiful young woman.

Karin shook her head in surprise, oh so that's the reason? Not because of anything else? Or want to try a different atmosphere and feel the romance? Hm, Amschel never showed the sweet side let alone the mode and romantic. As Karin knew, Amschel only had more attention and that was enough for her.

"Oh yeah, don't eat greasy like fried food. You will be hot in the heat," Karin warned, whether to obey him or ngeyel (hard head).

Amschel. "Yes lady bauble. I won't eat greasy. Keep eating what? Here's the menu liwet rice, fried, what's this? Rawon? Soto ayam sama. It looks more interesting rawon. Wanna not? You like meat as much. It just so happened that there was a rawon ma menu," Amschel showed Karin his menu book.

"I'm not carrying ya. Yes eat rawon. How did you know?"

"Say the owner of the stall from Indonesia."

"Seriously?" Karin does not believe, from the name alone unique 'warung?'.

Amachel nodded. "Just a minute, I'm going there first."

It looks like the owner of the stall wearing kebaya and berkonde is still frying.

"I'd like to order two rawons. And the tea is warm."

Wakiyem. "Yes mas. Sik maringene's. Sampean enteni," he said with Javanese accent. (Yes mas. Any minute. Youwait).

Amachel frowned not understanding what language the woman spoke.

"Alright," but Amschel understood, must be told to wait patiently let alone chat and news.

After the order came, Karin who first tasted it immediately liked and fell in love.

"If you cook like this at Aoi's house, you'll love it."

"Can you?" Amschel hesitates, usually Karin looks at the recipe book.

"There's YouTube. Sure can dong," Karin smiled happily, very confidently cooking rawon.

"Eh, about what name Makoto gave? Especially women. It must be Aoi nih," Amschel guessed, Aoi might have already prepared her name.

"Will also be told whose name is. At the first meal, just continue talking again."

"Ready man to me."

Karin prepares to throw a spoon at Amschel. "Call me Karin, honey or mama. No madam, I'm not the queen."

"Of course you're my queen" as she approached and whispered, it certainly made Karin move away from her seat.

"Don't whisper gini. It's grinding my ears, "Karin doesn't like it, let alone that Amschel's breath hitting his ears. His reaction was like feeling an invisible presence.

Amschel laughed, from the beginning Karin was still goosebumps when on the busiki.

"Funny, so add more to it."

Karin. "What?! Want what the hell?" ketus tanyanya.

"Do not know the truth mbak? Ituloh, usually the one in the room," chirped one of the young people sitting next to the table not far away just a meter as close as my heart to you.

Karin pinched Amschel without mercy. His mouth can't be on the brake.

"Ish, his mouth is locked forever. Let's not ask for anything weird," Karin ate her rawon voraciously.

Amschel locked his mouth. 'Than not wanting later. I can just bite through the huftt bolster, ' her inner self.

***

In de'e tray pas afternoon manganese together romantic. (In bribe she eats together romantically).

5:06 pm.

See you next episode,