Friendship with Forbidden Love
Durian & Bolu, China

"I agree then, just prepare the files. If it is settled I will meet later with the President Director's father," Galih said at a meeting table with some of his subordinate staff.

Bepp..

The sound of WA notification sounds slow

Galih took a quick glance into the HP screen placed on the meeting table not far from the laptop that is still in front of him at this time.

"Well, Mamah wants durian, can you anterin not to the office?"

At a glance the sound of the message that entered into the HP screen.

Who else is the woman who is now cravings, sending a message to ask for her right, to be obeyed by the husband if not Nadifa Putri Hadnan, his wife.

Just to reply, another message came

"Well, same with the Chinese balls, yes,"

Then there's the follow-up message

"Don't wear it for long, I love you !"

Seeing the sentence at the end of all the series to the craving of the wife, makes her more eager to fulfill it. Even though he knew, had to penetrate the market to find a durian and enter the village to buy a kijing sponge that was quite far from his office. You can imagine how long Galih must penetrate the time and KM of travel.

"Well, then today's meeting I close !" Galih took command again to disperse the meeting room returning the employees to their respective rooms that had begun to row over each other.

Galih rushed quickly before Ishoma's time to go buy the food ordered by his wife, because he had an appointment to meet with Lukman at the cafe this afternoon.

With the broad daylight railing the city, Galih walked down the road to the market in search of a durian handyman. The car in the parking lot is not far from the people who sell. It looks like Galih forgot to open his work coat first before entering the market that is moist, muddy, and accompanied by pungent smells.

He is very dashing with the stature of a boss, he wants to intervene alone to choose durian for his wife. Never in his life had he set foot into the market. He would only ask to wait in the car if he was driving his wife shopping.

"....Oh Allah is handsome." There was an indistinct voice from beside his body. The sound of a swarm of mothers who were either sellers or buyers were watching Galih unceasingly.

Galih's distinctive body aroma is very smelled up to 3 meters fast they can feel it.

"....It smells great again, definitely not married yet. Be the same with your son,"

That was the voice of the mothers accompanied by their joking laughter. There are photos of Galih from any direction.

"Hopefully my son is rich he's handsome.ckckckck!" a mother while stroking her stomach which is in a big pregnancy.

"There, ask dielus not to be upset by your child later," the pregnant woman's friend gave reasonable advice.

They also ventured to approach Galih. "Excuse me !" one of them.

Galih who is still choosing durian sontak turned to quickly give a sweet smile with white and healthy teeth.

"Yes..?"

"This friend of mine again pregnant want to be rubbed his stomach the same Mas, his son wants a rich handsome Mas he said ,"

Galih chuckled and nodded in agreement. He understood very well how the wishes of a pregnant mother, this reminded him of Nadifa, who was pregnant young and much wanted her.

Indeed, the mother-mak socialita market, already given the heart of the chicken even ask for duck ampla. After asking to be stroked in his stomach he asked for a photo with Galih, the mothers suddenly roared and clustered, starting with photos of the two, four and eight.

After all the mothers got the photos that were immortalized in his personal camera. They also like forgetting Galih just like that.

"..Makasi ya Mas," they said together while gathering again through the photos earlier.

"Here's the money, sir," Galih went back to the durian to pay for the two durians he's buying now.

Durain's in hand, there's a sponge !

Yapss, Galih's fatigue doesn't just get here. When it almost got to the place where Nadifa's favorite kijing sponge, both rear tires of his car leaked. Fortunately the workshop was not far from the place of his apes.

When his car tires were being repaired, he decided to walk about 100 meters to the Chinese sponge trader.

The rising heat of the sun king did not undo his intention to continue towards that place. The seller is in a village that is not so far from the surface of the city, usually Nadifa likes to order a lot if there are events or so on.

"Where is Mas, Mba?" ask the seller's mother who was frowning looking for the figure of Nadifa.

Bolu kijing with small size like cup cakes.

"Tumben Mas a little, usually until you buy it.." the seller's mother laughed softly.

Galih just laughs with her mother.

He also had to walk back to the workshop earlier, with shoes that had been dirty because of fighting muddy during the market, he did not hesitate to continue stepping on the red soil that was still soft around the road, it is also possible that goat manure scattered like a black mound touched by its footing.

"It could be spruce for a long time under the sun. No matter the item too, the important child is equally not light !" whispered Galih in his heart.

After the car tires returned right he passed with fast speed to the office where the jewel of the heart was waiting for him, oh no. Waiting for the food to come.

An hour later, he had managed to split the highway with the speed of a car as fast as captain Tsubasa's ball kick into the Wakabayasi goal.

He had landed in the parking lot of his wife's office lobby.

"I'm here, come on, baby!"

Tutt.the phone connection is cut off. Just waiting 5 minutes, Nadifa got into the car.

Galih was ready to receive all the hugs from his wife because he had managed to bring the food he wanted.

"Ihh Mas, what's this smell? I'm enek..!" Nadifa covered her nose as she sat next to her. "I don't want to ah, throw that durian away..!" Nadifa acted as if she wanted to vomit at this moment.

Galih changed his sitting position to look at his wife more closely.

"Well, you asked for durian, why now ask to be thrown out?" Galih shook his head, holding his wife's shoulder.

"Just throw it away ! I don't like the smell of it, make it go away ! or---" Nadifa was silent for a while and opened her car window, waving at the security guard who was pacing around the perch.

"Sir, here.."

The guards approached the car.

"Nih sir, share with each other yes," Nadifa gave two curvaceous durians.

"Wah steady nih durian party, makasih bu Difa, Mas ," durian also has been carried away by this office security guard man.

Galih was still stunned by the attitude of the wife.

"Cock loving ? you told me to come here to bring it." Galih frowned while sighing repeatedly.

"No idea, I'm almost a socialite market mom !"

"No ah, the smell of it I'm so good. No longer pangen Pah," Nadifa gave a clear face, spoiled in the arms of the husband.

"Yes, eat the sponge!" Galih took a box of balls in the back seat.

He felt calm there was still a kijing sponge that became a meal to the craving of the wife.

Then the box opened.

"Iihhh Pah kok bolu kijing anyway, aaaah!" Nadifa groaned in disappointment. Galih that is still leaning on the back of the bench immediately rise with a firm position.

His heart is now back up to the contest.

"Try to see your HP, Mamah was the kijing sponge!"

"Aduh means Mamah typo Pah, meaning mama tuh bolu banana damasuri that loh across the street papah office,"

"Astaghfirullohaladzim...!!" Galih darkened her face with a frutation.

Such is the struggle of a husband to make the day of the wife who is stricken with desire.

Somehow papah's face is Gifali at this time..

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Still no connection.stay tune ya guys🖤🖤