God's Choice of Mate
Strawberry Pudding

"Where's yah?" Ask the mother who was watching the head of the family bribe her food. I bit my lower lip. Don't let it taste wrong on dad's tongue.

"Emmm... Good mom, is this dad's daughter-in-law cooking?" Just looking at me makes me blush.

"Yes. Humm... Really good, not wrong said bi Lastri if Shafa smart cook" Turn of the mother who praised.

Finally, after the exchange between the daughter-in-law and the in-laws, I finally granted the mother's request to cook lunch. Be me cooking balado spicy squid and asem vegetables plus my favorite strawberry pudding. I have to go back to sacrificing my beautiful nails that just entered the salon yesterday. Hua... But ga papa for the sake of being the ideal ghost whatever I do.

"Dad didn't expect Shafa pinter to cook" Dad said. Not just dad, everyone will say it's kale. I think I need to improve my cooking skills. Remember the word Mommy. The husband should be satisfied in 3 ways. The first is his eyes, do not let him see you in a bad state, tangled, chic and the like. Therefore, treatment is necessary and mandatory for women. The second is her stomach, because as beautiful as you are, if hungry food will be more attractive to men. Women should be smart to cook too. And the third satisfied the bed (Ah if this one does not need to be explained because my reader must be more tau🤭). If all three things are met with confidence, he will never be able to prop.

"I learned from Mommy's father, but Shafa is usually local cuisine" I said honestly. I am indeed a lover of Indonesian cuisine that is rich in spices.

"Bagas, Ray and dad also do not like food baratan food, they like Indonesian special food" Sahut mother.

We enjoyed lunch with a cheerful atmosphere. I am always open to them to make them not hesitate to talk anything about their family life.

After lunch, I went back to the office. So dad belain came home, just for lunch together 'cause mom said I cooked. So moved. Mommy has never praised my cooking, which I always have in omelin.

"Mother, what are you going to do? I ask there is a mother who is cool to enjoy my strawberry pudding.

"Em. how about if we make pudding, this pudding is really good. Mother just this time eating pudding as delicious and soft as this" he said. I saw her eyes closed enjoying the sweet sensation and fresh from the pudding.

"By mom, the strawberry pudding is Shafa bu's favorite, one of Shafa's most frequent foods to make. I used to have a hobby of traveling abroad. Mommy said, Shafa can't just eat fear of food is not halal. So Shafa initiative to make processed from various fruits and succeed. So keep it. My light. Well, I do like a variety of processed fruit, ranging from fruit salad, fruit ice, fruit pudding and others. In addition to good for skin health fruit also contains many vitamins that can make our immune system stronger.

"Waaah... Very cool mother ghost. Mother also used to be young exactly Shafa, a hobby of snacking, sightseeing, shopping. But after marriage to the father the mother begins to adjust to the father. Dad's exactly that rich Ray"

"When did young mothers have malls?" My toot.

"Don dong dear, this mother was his college in Singapore" said the mother. Looks like mom's starting to show up.

"Keep. continue, how's the story of how you can meet dad?" I became curious about the youth of my mamer who turned out to be slang as well.

"So, I never thought I would marry my dad. Because my father was fierce, his judes naudzubillah. He used to be a lecturer at the campus where Ray teaches now. Coincidentally, a maternal cousin in Jakarta lives with his mother's family, he always asked interin mom if you want to meet his lecturer for the improvement of the value, collect the task because he did not dare himself. From there it was a long time when the mother challenged to conquer the heart of the father who was as hard as the stone. And then one day my cousin asked me in the anterin to his home dad to gather a report, there my mom met her grandmother Ray, we chatted and matched up . From there begin to grow the seeds of love" said the mother with a smile.

So my mother's story is not much different from mine. Both love cold men. The difference is, my love grew after marriage.

Mom and I started working in the kitchen. I made pudding and some deserts like Coco lava and fruit salad. While the mother made Soto betawi to serve later.

"Hmmm... Wangiiiiii" The aroma of spices mixed in broth sauce is so fragrant that it is appetizing. I also completed my task.

"This is so that auntie will settle down, now Shafa is taking a shower and beautiful grooming, maybe Ray will be home soon" said the mother while preparing some complements.

I rushed upstairs to Ray's mas room, which is now my room as well. One by one I began to take off my clothes that had been stuck in my body since morning.

Chequek, czech,

The door of the room.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" I shouted crossing my arms at the chest. Ray was surprised to see me half naked. Then he closed the door again.

"You want a mas flirt? I just got home" He grinned towards me.

"Mandi together yah.yah" He raised his eyebrows.

"Ga, don't be a pervert. Ntar's guest mother keburu come" Reject I'm still trying to escape.

"It's still 3 o'clock, honey. The signal is usually 4 o'clock, there is still 1 hour. Enough to play around" said he who always had many reasons. Free to argue with Ray about this problem. Because he never wants to lose especially if it has issued a proposition that the wife should not reject the husband. All I can do is surrender and follow all her will. Although it always starts with a debate but will always end with a smile.

After the ritual of bathing together, it turns out there is still another ritual that requires us to bathe for the second time. Now I have prepared by wearing a long kaftan patterned batik and bandana with matching motifs.

The food and the desert were neatly arranged on the table. I saw Ray was busy watching tv accompanied by my various desert next to him. I approached him and sat down next to him.

"Well, how much do you eat, instead of sweet?" I was surprised, because as far as I know Ray does not like sweet foods or types of cake. He prefers chips or savory foods.

"It turns out nice darling, it tastes different . I like it, I'll make it at home, okay?" He scooped a large piece of coco lava with a brown melt that was so melted away seductively.

I watched Ray carefully. He really likes it, or just for me. But I eat a lot. I saw him move to the pudding plate after his coco lava haabis.

"Emmm.... This is what his name is, baby. Seger, mas like this" he said as he continued to scoop the pudding into his mouth.

"That's a mas pudding.. P-U-D-I-N-G" I spell it one-on-one.

"Cock rich in strawberries?" Ask. Geez, what have you been eating all this time?

"That's my favorite strawberry pudding!"

"Later at home make it rich in gini" he ordered with eyes focused on the screen and hands that kept scooping the pudding.

"I've done it but I ain't eaten!"I'm upset.

"Huh? When?" He glanced at me.

"The first time I cooked it was loh mas!" My light.

"Oh that, I don't like sweet at that time" he said casually. Do you like sweet now? Basis mas Rayyan, have not yet felt Udaah judge first.

"Shafa, honey, you've come here, my friends have come" Call me from the living room.

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Focus on her mating cicin dong.. gorgeous😍😘 ️

Relax enjoy the seger seger😍😘