Horizon
Episode 63

Minutes by minutes passed, more and more sight of culinary connoisseurs on the roadside filled the place. Stalls pecel lele, chicken penyet, grilled corn, chicken satay, until fried rice seafood look full of customers who eat delicious dishes in front of them. The sight made my saliva difficult to hold for a long time. The phone was lying on my nightstand, looking for my husband's number and pressing the green button on the screen.

"Hello.." That familiar voice sounded from the end of the connection.

"Well, how long?" i whine.

"Yes for a moment this man was burned" his voice was somewhat muffled by the crowd.

"You guys buy some ice. But don't give me red sugar. The white sugar is two spoons. Do not be old, not delicious. The flesh is still young that loh" I can feel the handsome glared at my request.

"Malem-malem gini where there are selling with that" he protested. "Oh yeah?"

"No want. Anyway, you want to take yourself from the tree, you want to dance around, you want to help people, must ice with young. I don't want anything else" I insisted. "Oh yes, all grilled corn. The top of the spicy flavor, the middle of the savory taste, continues the bottom of the sweet taste. The division should be equal, one-third" I nahan ngakak, yah ngerjain husband also. Where is the handsome mamas yes-yes from earlier.

"You know me, right?" Kendra.

"Bodos. Who told me to go" I hurriedly broke the connection before being asked by the macem-macem. It's good to have a husband who can work. I want to see how far my husband can fight for me.

Not so long ago, Mas handsome back with hands full of food my order. "Nih yang, everything is complete as you want" he nyodorin some plastic parcels into my lap. While checking one-on-one, handsome Mas began to run his car to our original destination date.

"Cock freak gini" my forehead frowned at the taste of the food that was now chewing in my mouth, "This is a meatball, not a peck"

"No. It's a lick, but again disguised as meatballs" Mas husband nyari justification.

"That's not a peck. Nih you're the one who ate" I pumped two rolls into his mouth Mamas until his cheeks were funny.

"You are this" he said on the sidelines of the cud, "Udah I defend you know buy his caster in the meatball. Continue to ask for peanut seasoning at the somay, until you ask permission to burn at the grilled maize. Cooking is not eaten? It's also kayak cilok shape"

"Cilok ya cilok, meatballs ya meatballs. I don't want to eat if I don't. You're the one who finished" sadistic in fact I'm this malem. But what power, Mamas I also can not evade.

"Buy dong" he answered casually with his gaze still fixed on the streets.

"Do you know anyone selling malems?" i'm probing.

"Lha it knows that malem-malem rarely there are selling, but still insist on buying. Intentionally you?" sindir Mamas's.

"Oh my wiggle gini eat it. rey-ten.. here lapin first" diverted the conversation, I took a few sheets of tissue to wipe the remnants of the peanut seasoning that is still attached to the sexy lips of the handsome. "Well, gini is handsome" satisfied with the work, my attention moved to another plastic package that I have not touched, "When to eat grilled corn"

"Say for the dark in the dark?" My husband interrupted my preoccupation with burning corn.

"Want to buy more food. Huntsmen want. But kok... bentar.. This is how it feels like kayak gini anyway?" i protest.

"How do you think? It suits your pesenan. The top third of the pedes, the middle is savory, the bottom is sweet" explained Mas husband.

"Not.I pesennya not like that. I want the sweet top, the savory middle, the bottom of the pedes" I put the face as convincing as possible.

"Then anyway? No deh. I'm sure it's the grim upper, the savory middle, the sweet bottom" my dear began to be confused.

"No!" I kept insisting, "I said it was the pedes below, the sweet top. You are iiih.. Don't want to eat, end it all for you" I crave.

"Yes if you don't want to. Here for me all" the hottie of emotion.

"Huh" I threw my face to the side.