Holy Marriage
Tumultuously
“Eat a lot so that you are healthy, baby!” Alan ate the Sushi voraciously. Her net looked at the adorable beautiful face before her, who else if not Anna, the woman she had long admired and loved.
Anna smiled faintly. Just try it since Alan was like this, of course Anna does not need to feel wary of Alan's attitude that turns strange. “Absolutely you are not afraid that your wife is becoming fat?”
“What if it's fat?” Ask Alan.
“Sure I'll be ugly.”
“Jelek is relative,” replied Alan while continuing to observe Anna's face, making Anna who was chewing food was wrong behavior due to Alan's different gaze.
In this instant, Anna was increasingly confused by Alan's capricious attitude. A little sweet, a little friendly, a little angry and suddenly indifferent. I don't know…
“So, do you think I would be ugly if fat?” ask Anna.
“It must be ugly in everyone's eyes, except me. Even if you turn into a drum, I will definitely say you are beautiful.” Alan then chuckled.
“Kok, laugh?”
“Anna, people's feelings won't change just because the physical changes.”
“Who said? There are many naughty husbands who do not taste in wives because the physical shape of the wife changes. Then they find another woman out there.” Anna imagined men with striped noses to make the skin of her body bristled.
“Don't equate me with another man. I'm Alan Wiliam,” Alan asserted. The next second, Alan chuckled again.
Anna frowned at the laughter of her husband. “Kok, laugh again? What's so funny?”
“I imagine you're fat. Your body is like a balloon, your face is widened, your cheeks are chubby, your arms are enlarged, to the point that I cannot tell which one is the arm and which one is the calf.”
“Uuugh...nyebelin!” Anna pretended to pout.
Anna did not comment anymore, she ate the dishes while occasionally glancing at the side table which was only a few meters away from her desk. He saw Azzam was starting to act. The adorable boy sat in the chair and whined to get off the chair. He moved his body vigorously, then screamed loudly, went berserk and scattered the food on the table.
Arni seemed to persuade Azzam with a variety of powerful sentences, even many times he showed toys to Azzam. Arni pulls out Azzam's favorite cars, planes and balls from a large bag that he deliberately brought in in anticipation to make Azzam feel at home with the situation at the restaurant by playing his toys. The big bag that Arni carried was like a doraemon bag ready to present the requested item. Unfortunately Azzam was not interested when Arni gave the objects as an attraction to Azzam, the boy even strongly denied the toys that were thrust towards him.
“Mama.. mamama Azzam's gaze continued to be directed towards Anna while calling out to mama even though the call was still not clear.
Alan followed Anna's line of sight. He witnessed how rowdy the table at which Azzam and Arni sat.
“Look, Azzam wants to be with me. I brought Azzam here huh?” Anna asked with a plea.
“Just bring him here,” replied Alan.
Anna left the dining table. Azzam who had been wriggling on the chair with his body held continuously by Arni was finally down from the chair, then released.
Not yet had Anna grabbed Azzam's body, the boy had already stepped swiftly in the opposite direction. He's going the wrong way. His rudimentary walking motion caused him to fall right in front of a servant carrying a tray of six glasses of juice. Rebuke the waiter avoids nimble. Unfortunately the waiter was wrong to move until the glass on the tray swayed and then fell to the floor without being saved. The sound of shattering a few glasses made the situation become rowdy.
Azzam did not cry even though his head had been hit by one of the glasses that fortunately did not break, the boy actually played juice water scattered on the floor with his hands while babbling. “Mamammbbalalaatata.”.
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