Gannaya, My Adore
Basic, Unsensitive!

Grasping each other's hands, bringing together laughter from funny talk that is not clear where the mouth will be. Ammar continued to step with Gana to climb the ground to the hills that were about seven meters from the bottom.

Ammar stopped his steps slightly bowing, the man picking a young rose that was growing.

"Ja-don't, Ammar!" exclaim Gana. Ammar just laughed with a witty face. He pinned the flower pot on the ear of the wife.

"It's more beautiful" she said. Gana blushed embarrassed, Ammar returned to take his wife. Return to the steps to the top of the hills.

"You will be angry, Ammar." whispered Gana. But he still enjoyed the gift of Ammar, a pot of roses he let poking on his earlobes.

"Who would dare to anger me?" both of Ammar's eyebrows turned and laughed.

"Guah!!" Gana shakes in frustration. Let it be said, Ammar is always what he wants.

After ordering two avocado juices without milk and cheese toast to a saung lined up from dozens of saungs, Gana and Ammar stepped in search of a cool place to roll around the shady trees.

It was 11:00 noon. Just below it felt really hot. But when it gets to the top, think Ammar the atmosphere will get hotter here, in fact it is not. Because many shady and dense trees make the atmosphere feel cool and cool because of the wind.

"Here it is." said Gana.

Ammar saw a shady tree on his head. "Yes here. Adem."

They both sat at the foot of a tree that had been tethered by a plastic carpet on the ground. Both sit with their legs folded.

"I want meatballs, don't you want to?" ask Gana. His saliva was like he wanted to spill from earlier. Baso jumbo with a filling of cayenne pepper so tangled when it will come out of the hallway lined with saung-saung.

"Yes, I've already signed up for it." Ammar hurried to stand up like a husband who was following the wishes of a pregnant wife.

He pulled the man's hand. "I'm aja. But you want to, right?"

Ammar doesn't really like meatballs. He prefers chicken noodles. But seeing that Gana was already enthusiastic about her curiosity, Ammar could only nod.

"Graft together with you, I'm afraid not abis." said Ammar. He knew the food would not run out.

"Yes, you've been sitting here, I've been there."

"Be careful." Gana nodded then passed. Ammar sat back on the tree whistling, waiting for his wife to come back to bring him a bowl of meatballs.

"Getroo."

"Yes?" so quick to think about it. But it turns out he found Gana empty-handed.

"Do you want bakmie? Looks delicious. We'll just eat bakmi, how?" ask the wife.

The look on Ammar's face was bright, when the name of his favorite food was called. Although Gana did not know, but the man was happy. It was as if Gana had a mandate from the Universe to please her today with the food she had rarely eaten.

Now the saliva of Ammar that seemed to want to spill, shadowing the chicken bakmi mature in front of him.

While stroking his stomach, the man nodded. "If bakmi. Order two bowls." pinta Ammar.

"OK good." Gana went back to the line of saung.

"His son has a wife. Anything is prepared, fetched, but baby, Ley. You are still fasting. Haha." muttered Ammar looking at Harley who was still well hidden down there.

Soon after, Gana arrived with two dishes. Ammar opened his sunglasses to stare clearly.

Whats? The plates? Not bowl? Bakmi fried kali huh?

Ammar's eyeballs became more patterned when the wife put two plates containing a serving of somay mackerel fish seasoned nuts.

Huh huh?

"Any somay, huh? It was right through the smell really good." he said without sin.

Ammar nodded weakly, with a smile that he forced to expand because he was still stunned. He was surprised his wife was very similar to a chameleon, which was quick to change according to his wishes.

From the meatballs changed bakmi then ended with somay fish cuek .. uh, mackerel.

"Maybe this is what Papa said, the husband must be able to understand the wishes of the wife who is always beyond expectations. Doesn't matter. I'm strong four five!" he muttered while inserting a piece of bitter melon covered with peanut spices, which he believed was somay.

Ammar's eyes glared. "What'sthis? How bitter?"

"That's pare. Eat well and be healthy."

"Maybe this is what Papa said. The husband must be able to suppress the ego to say whatever the wife chooses will always be delicious. Doesn't matter. I'm strong!" his inner.

"Well out the bitter melon." Gana glanced at Ammar's plate, as the man was struggling to chew two large pare.

Ammar nodded without a word. He's still focused. Focus on swallowing or spitting it out, but there is still time. But looking at Gana's cheerful face, she had no choice but to swallow it.

"Ahhh ... finally relieved! Almost dead!!" Ammar. He grabbed his glass of juice and downed it impatiently.

"When the bitter melon is very bitter, great if you immediately abis. I don't think you like it."

Ammar wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand. He looked at Gana who was back down eating pieces of somay, bitter melon on his plate was not completely finished.

"Well, it's okay, don't eat the bitter melon" replied the woman lightly.

Ammar sighed again while rubbing his throat. "I think Papa forgot this, the point of honesty is important. Better to honestly say no like, than to force the likes but tormented." murmured again while remembering how Papa Bilmar tortured him when Mama Alika make broccoli juice without sugar every morning. The woman who has fondled five grandchildren said, broccoli is very good for the body.

"Excuse me, Mba's flower display, Mas." Gana and Ammar turned their heads when an eighteen-year-old boy approached them, carrying some wooden flower-shaped displays in chisels.

"Let's sit down." It is to sit. The boy seemed reluctant because he felt dirty and smelly.

"Let's do nothing, so my wife can see your merchandise." continued Ammar.

The boy smiled and nodded. He opened a package of merchandise and placed it on the carpet. Grateful to be herself, as clean, as handsome, as beautiful, as smooth, as beautiful as Gana and Ammar still want to let her sit. Unlike some other visitors, whose appearance is ordinary but already feel rich exorbitant. The boy was driven away, but his lips had not spoken to offer merchandise.

Don't forget, there is still sky above. As well, Nagita Slavina and Rafi Ahmad, wealthy artists who can still be humble not to be arrogant, than other artists who are ordinary but already rich. Haha. However you can stand on a mountain and cheer proudly, still looking from below, you will still look small.

"How much is this?" ask Gana. He held a caricature of roses carved in blue accents.

"Thirty thousand."

Gana nodded.

"Blue is also good, bright." said Ammar.

"If green?" ask Gana.

"Green is good too. Adem."

Gana looks confused. He looked at the color he would choose.

"Which blue is green?" ask again.

"Blue."

Gana. "So ugly green?"

"Bum-no, baby. Green is good." Ammar was so unkind to the boy who was still waiting for Gana to buy him.

Gana grunting. "At first you said nice blue, now green? Plin plan!"

The boy seemed to want to laugh, when Ammar who had been so patient was still in his wife's omeli.

Ammar swallowed his saliva deeply. Want to mess up her own hair, because of anxiety to Gana.

"Blue is also my favorite" said Gana.

Really ordeal. If you like blue, why ask for options? Uh, it's very interesting that the lips of the manyun Ammar lummat until it comes off.

"It's blue, baby."

"But green also says you're good, right?"

What other traps is this?

Ammar was confused as to what to answer. He guessed it would be wrong again.

"It-"

Ammar's words back. "It's a red color." Gana made a choice.

Let alone Ammar, the boy also bought his own concentrated netra because he did not believe, the choice of Ganaya.

Iris Ammar's eyes like they want to fall out now.

A blue? Nice no? My favorite color too. But if it's green, how? Ugly huh? Ah you plan! I want the color red.

For the sake of the Patrick who always wears pants, Ammar really wants to enter the sea floor in the world of bikini bottom. Want to hibernate with Plankton there. He's very anxious. Ganaya is hard to guess.

"I bought everything" Ammar told the seller. Gana's smile. "That's dong from earlier, sensitive. Don't wait for his wife to be choosy."

Oh, geez. It feels like Ammar's head wants to be split. Who chose that from the beginning?

"Papa should always be quiet when accompanying Mama shopping. It turns out Papa's silence had a purpose. So that Mama doesn't be adorable like Gana."

Uh, my goodness.

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this is not how much, how will it be adorable if Gana is pregnant? Dedek will definitely be able😂😂🤭

I still want them to twinkle first before crying hehe. enjoy the storyline ya😘😘