Love Belongs to Us
Most Champion Wife

Danil and Bagas' father and Papa Andi had a serious conversation. The round table beside the bar table became a silent witness, alotnya their conversation. Seen Bisma, Indra and Tara put forward various arguments.

Rio who never showed his nose this time was also in an important meeting. I don't know since when, suddenly there's a whiteboard next to the bar table. Full of scribbles that are only initials only. B, R, D, S, RN, H, Many more initials written by the black marker on the white board. Sekar stared lazily and turned his gaze to the garden beside the bar.

Once in a while Sekar stared at both supermom and her husband. He felt that everyone had their own activities. With a definite step now he headed towards the kitchen, began to busy himself, looking for various ingredients.

Not long ago the sound of the mixer began to sound faint, probably because it was too focused on the discussion it did not bother anyone.

The kitchen is a place to be creative, he can spend all day of his time when it is busy in the most comfortable place. With a light yellow apron, it moved to the right and to the left, processing the various ingredients into several kinds of snacks. Risoles, spring rolls, donuts with various toppings, and puddings, are ready to eat. Sekar seemed satisfied to see the results of his work assisted by Ibu Ita.

“It is not wrong Papa Andi keukeuh to match you guys,” said Mama Fina. “The more your love is spoiled with a variety of foods like this.”

“Kesuka mas Danil is still in the oven mah,” said Sekar.

“Don't tell me you made pasta,” guess her in-laws.

“Iya mah, Sekar made a paste, and also brownies.”

Pasta is a processed food used in Italian cuisine, made from unleavened dough. A flour base, which is mixed with water and eggs and formed into sheets or various shapes. Popular types of pasta are spaghetti, macaroni, and lasagna, but not only that there are many other types of pasta.

“What paste do you make Sekar?”

“Sekar only makes three kinds of mah, all the likes of mas Danil. Cheese macaroni, spaghetti, same Lasagna.”

“Feelings we chat not too long yes, and my daughter has finished various snacks.”

Mother just smiled back at his iron words. This is what children usually do when there is nothing they do.

“Ma, if papa has no problem with food right?”

“No darling. Why indeed?”

“Sekar makes brownies afraid papa can not eat it.”

“No problem dear, your papa is safe from diabetes.”

“Thank God, because Sekar is afraid papa can not eat it.”

Brownies, a chocolate-based food can be baked or steamed. They are usually square, flat or bar shaped. This cake was developed and popularized in the United States in the late nineteenth century.

It is difficult to ascertain the origin of this chocolate cake, but this chocolate-based cake has been modified with various additional flavors.

Mama Fina stared in amazement at Sekar.“Incredibly, one day you will have your own cafe.”

“Have just one cake shop is still a big mess, has not thought in that direction.”

“Mas you can stretch his body if not guarded, if you pamper like this.”

“Someone talks about me?” ask Danil to Mama Fina.

“You see, in the middle of your meeting, your wife makes various kinds of cakes. Most of all he makes a variety of pasta and brownies your favorite.”

“My wife is the most champion. Thank you mother, for presenting the most everything angel for a Danil,” he said taking risoles ragout cheese on the plate.

“How does it feel mas?”

“Enak, mas like,” he replied while enjoying back the snacks made by his wife while taking rawit to add to the perfection of the taste.

“If the newlyweds are all good too huh Nile. Too salty was said to be delicious, tasteless will taste good.”

“Danil didn't lie to dad, it's delicious.”

Now he entered while carrying a pan containing lasagna, spaghetti, and macaroni. All looking at him, the one being stared at was even cool and unconscious.

Danil did not blink looking at his wife who was focusing on the results of his cooking. He also enjoyed the view in front of him.

“Please understand, if Sekar is serious he will not care about the surrounding,” said Bunda Rianti, afraid Danil was wrong and felt ignored.

“It's okay mommy, my wife is like that. Always serious and focused when working on something,” said Danil.

“Where did you eat first?”

“You only want,” Danil said as he looked at his wife, and gently pulled to sit on her lap.

“Mas Danil!” Protesting to see her husband's behavior

“The behavior is exactly like Papa Andi,” said Mama Fina.

“Stole an opportunity in narrowness,” says mom seduces her daughter-in-law.

“If there is any chance Danil do mother, in order to give you grandchildren as soon as.”

“You suck mas.”

“Sok selling expensive! Deep in the deepest of hearts would love dong.”

Sekar wanted to get up from Danil's lap, but suddenly his body felt faint. Danil captured his wife's body.

“You why Bee?” ask Danil worriedly.

“It's okay mas, just a little dizzy when getting up from sitting,” he replied.

Mother gave a glass of mineral water, Sekar then sipped it until it ran out, and kept the glass on the table.

“Do not drink less Sekar, your habits appear again?”

“No mother.”

“Definitely a night of sleep deprivation, you are thinking too much about this problem.”

“No mother, last night I slept well.”

“Don't lie Bee,” Danil looks worried.

“I did not lie mas,” then Sekar realized with his words.

“Tadi mornings tumben once mas heard you delirious. We talked about this earlier, right.”

“Without you realizing you are too stressed Sekar,” Dad Bagas, stand up and stroke his son's head.

“Submit, I'm sure all this will be over as soon as possible. Don't think too much, believe in Mas Danil.”

“What if you guys go back to dad's house?” ask Bagas' father to Danil.

Danil seemed speechless, thinking about his father-in-law's offer. What if dad and papa stay here?”

Dad looked at mom, who was stared at just staring back without responding to anything. It was as if all the decisions were in her husband's hands.

“I'm sorry Sekar's father, Danil, I chose to go home. We'll monitor everything from there. Maybe every day, we who visit here, or you who go there.”

“Why not be made easy by staying here?”

“Sometimes you will understand mas, that living in your own home there is a sensation that is difficult to express, can only be felt,” said Bagas' father.

Mother Rianti smiled looking at her husband. “The house is where we go home, regardless of how it forms, apparently, what's inside. There is a longing to always come back home.”

“Please believe in Danil father, mother,” the door. “Danil will protect your angel,” his promise.

“Father trusts you Nile,” said Bagas' father while patting his daughter-in-law's shoulder.

“Thank you dad.”

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