Horizon
Episode 44

"Who..why are you so intolerant on that kayak floor?" he asked in his laughter. While I was helplessly patted on the prayer mat with my face still intact.

"It turns out that Rosul's sunnah is tired too. I'm patty, weak and tired, helpless limp" my great-grandson.

Still with lips holding back Kendra's laughter responded, "That was asking for more?" taunted.

"Yes abis delicious. I eat sambel that loh. The time in the mouth of the pedesnya make hot, dry, but delicious and always make dainty. Not kapok to eat again and again even though the tongue is already burning it feels." I make the equation between the sensation of making love the same eating sambal.

"If not yuk again?" the man who was still wearing the skullcap and the scabbard pulled down his eyebrows.

"Aleout?? But I'm afraid there's no gini?" both of my eyes grew.

"Yes, eat first. But it's over again, huh?"

I'm smiling, "But I'll be upstairs?"

"And it's late" Mamas protested.

"Now too" I don't accept.

"This is it. Later I teach other positions that are not less tasty. How's it?"

"Pake handcuffs?" I sparked an idea.

"You want to wear handcuffs?" Kendra is just as enthusiastic.

"But cuffed ayang huh?"

"Loh can't. You dong who was handcuffed" sir the army did not accept.

"What's that?" i'm manyun.

"Yes, we're gonna shuffle, lose in handcuffs. Now we eat first" the darling looks for a middle ground.

"Em.. eat him a bribe?" I'm in spoiled sweet mode.

"What the hell's wrong with you" Kendra's sweet sentence ended with a flirty blink from her right eye

My heart flies to Andromeda.

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With my condition*** which is still fragile, Kendra decided to order food to the apartment. Tau really if I like to eat, Mas husband ordered various kinds of Moroccan culinary dishes whose name makes tongue kesleo. Emang yes the guy if you are satisfied and happy is given rations, anything is done for the girl. But if again the shoulder does not get rations, hmm. don't ask.

"This is the name Kefta Tangine" Kendra opened the lid of a hot pot of conical-shaped food rich in spices that he said were very suitable on the tongue of the Indonesian.

"That's what? Meatballs?" I pointed at a circle of meat with a rough edge.

"It's a meat ball. Goat meat but. Cicipin nih" painstakingly the man fed me a piece of meat.

"Why is it goat meat?" ask Kendra on the sidelines.

"Let's get worse" I replied giggling.

"Yesterday I did not eat goat meat already makes you lackluster. Are you sure you can handle me if you've eaten mutton?" the man raised his eyebrows teasing me.

"Eh yes.. It is forbidden to eat goat meat. This is for all of me, let's eat it, that's it" I pointed a reddish-brown dish with sliced parsley leaves on it.

"Zaalouk? Vegetables are all that stuff. No meat" the man's lips pursed. Cuisine with a combination of bread and various types of vegetables such as green peppers, tomatoes, sweet carrots, courgette puree, and smoked eggplant was not the choice of his tongue.

"If you don't like why did you buy it?" I asked back.

"Yes, you like it."

"He ate that bread. What's that name, kebab?" my hand reached for the slices of meat wrapped in a rough-textured toast sheet.

"B'stilla" Kendra mentioned her name. He took the food out of my hand and split it in half, revealing a mouth-watering filling of bread. "It's stuffing pigeon meat, almonds, same eggs." the explanation makes my saliva more difficult to hold.

"What's good pigeon meat?" my eyes were fixed on Kendra's hand moving into my mouth, feeding the Moroccan dish.

"Try it yourself" the food came into my mouth.

"Hmm.. it's so soft." My eyes are shining.

The rest of my bite Kendra put in her mouth.

"Loh.loh.k was devoured all the hell. Cheating!" I don't accept.

"That's a lot in plastic" Kendra's bulging cheeks tried to talk with her mouth full of food.

"Not knowing. Anyway I'm angry." I'm pouting.

"What's that?"

"The flesh of the birds is all ravenous"

"It's still in the plastic. I'll take it here"

"No, I don't want that one"

"Lha continues?"

"You want your bird"