Lecturer & Rector
Wearied

Not according to prediction. It turns out that this afternoon looks hot with water droplets left from green foliage. What an amazing aesthetic sight. Moments like this are an opportunity for those photographer workers to take the angel atmosphere after the rain.

Why talk about photographers? Strange you Lhu!

If the photographer is busy taking pictures, different from Farhan. Yes it's different. Farhan is not a photographer. Farhan was busy playing with a spatula and frying pan. By ourselves. Of course alone, Anisa was still snoring in the room. Hahaha, you crooked joke!

Farhan must take responsibility for his actions. He happily asked for rations to Anisa to forget about breakfast/breakfast. So he asked Anisa to take a break after cleaning up. To be honest he was not sure the food he made would be as good as Anisa's cooking. What's wrong with trying.

Now it's time for the tasting session.

"Wleek! Asiii! I haven't cooked for a long time, so dashing," he murmured. Throw the new food so it's into the trash. Yes yes, he had to re-cook. Let Umi's cooking ingredients become Farhan's experimental ingredients.

"Lho! How was the food thrown away?" Umi is shocked to see Farhan throwing food out of his dish.

"Mubazir Farhan," continued Umi.

"Hehehe, sorry Mi... That's salinity. Added sugar but not even because of the taste," replied Farhan with embarrassment.

"Where's annisa? Why cook for yourself? At the table there is still one this morning," Umi said at length.

"Mi's cook, Farhan originally cooked kok Mi. It used to be the same cottage college often cook alone," Bela Farhan.

"Yes-yes, Umi believes. Come here Umi helpin. Talent if left long ago is that, often say," said Umi.

"Hehehe, yes Mi," Farhan followed Umi's instructions. Be the daughter-in-law to cook with her in-laws.

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Taraa!

So too finally.

"Dine Mi, it's like if you join the mastercheff will win Kira Mi," Celtuk Farhan looked at the results of the cuisine is very amazing.

"Yes, tomorrow we list both," replied Umi with a laugh.

"There to the room. Umi's son was not fed from the morning" said Umi with an angry expression made-up.

"Ready commander!" Farhan ran around with a tray filled with food.

"Be careful Farhan!" Umi.

Cklek!

The master who was addressed was still struggling with a thick blanket. A smile was engraved on the handsome face of the approaching man. Thousands of times he was grateful it was not enough to pay for the pleasure and happiness he had obtained so far.

Paras ayu nan sweet it has been a companion life for approximately 4/5 months. Never once did Farhan complain all this time. Although there was no little angel, Farhan did not bother him at all. Let it be the power's business.

Most importantly he and his wife have worked. Let it be God's business. The doctor said they were both healthy. A few days ago, Anisa and Farhan went to the hospital to check on them.

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Slowly take Anisa's hair.

"Eat first" said Farhan softly after Anisa opened her eyes.

"Lemes Mas" Lirih Anisa.

"Sendraan gih, Mas who bribe," said Farhan.

Oooh-luuuh. This afternoon Farhan so spoiled Anisa.

"Cock still hot? Tumben really breakfast like this Umi," asked Anisa astonished.

Rarely, even barely ever Umi cook a menu like this at breakfast.

"This is just cooking, how? Good no?" Farhan asked once in a while he fed himself.

"Enak Siih, Umi is indeed a cook," replied Umi

"This is what cooks me Yaang" Whinek Farhan with his pouting face.

"Really?" Anisa asked as if in disbelief.

"Yes, I'm the cook,"

"Guabe!" Praise Anisa.

"But with Umi's help," he finally confessed.

Seriate...