Marrying a Blind Man
Trapped In Your Own Trap

Over time Kiara also began to get used to David not infrequently also himself who likes to be ignorant of David. Kiara smiled faintly looking at herself in front of the mirror, where this afternoon she pranked David all out by her so David felt an incredible abdominal pain.

Kiara pranks herself not because of her wishes but David also started first. When Kiara was about to order a drink she forgot to ask what drink David liked, she turned her head back to ask him from a distance Kiara accidentally saw David's ignorant behavior. Who deliberately poured a few spoons of sambal meatballs into Kiara's bowl

Ahah! does anyone want to punish me? ok fine! wait for the date of the play, inner Kiara with a sly grin.

Kiara pretended not to know what had just happened, in her grandiose style she sat next to David.

"Where to drink?" asked David who was looking at Kiara with his bare hands.

"I forgot! want it to be the same you Mas, want to drink what," replied Kiara with a fluffy smile.

"Just be sure" said David with a deathly smile.

"You'll get it, Mas, I'm a laper! because you saw that meatball? I can't wait to execute it to the end."

"Yes. Then I'll get you a drink and enjoy it."

Mas David went to order juice, it's time for me to act, get ready you Mas, mules tuh stomach! I feel good working. Therefore do not macem-macem want jahilin me. Kiara smiled sweetly cunningly blanketed.

"Says laper hasn't eaten the meat?!" ask Mas David by putting two glasses of mango juice.

"It's not good to eat alone, it's good to eat together in order to be romantic," I said just like that when I was lazy to just talk to him.

"Book eating ntar cold hunting is not good."

I just nodded while spooning the meatballs ready to slide into my mouth.

"Emm, that's delicious! a mantull!"

Both of Mas David's eyes were perfectly rounded when he saw me eating meatballs without the expression of pungency, even though he had inserted three spoons of sambal meatballs maybe he felt surprised to see me who did not feel anything, but for me itumah is not how much less spicy for me.

"You're why Mas" I said, staring at his confused face.

"Oh e-grandfather! don't you feel pain?" he asked by scratching the nape of his neck that did not itch.

"No really! even less spicy."

This is the person why yes, I eat the meat is okay, even he who gasps pesesesesan. Strange, insider.

"Mas! you're okay, right?" tanyaku wonder who saw the expression of his face that began to sweat when the meat was still intact he had not touched even a spoon.

Mas David nodded quickly and wiped his face with the tissue that was beside our table.

Really weird magic bin. Who eats the meat, who cares who, you freak. Did he not miss the pedes time? but I put three spoonfuls of sambalnya into his bowl? how does his reaction if he eats his meat can be a child of a methong, I swear in my heart.

"Mas in eating meat should not be seen next? you are full if you see doang," I asked with my sweetest smile.

"Liatin you eat only I'm full."

"Massa! lebay you Mas. Buruan mumpung still anget!" I spooned the meatball into Mas David's mouth.

"Aaaaa, open her mouth" I said with a spoonful of meatballs.

Mas David hesitated to accept the meatball bribe I offered him.

"Enak kok Mas, besides you are also the one who nawarin me meatballs?"

He wanted to finally open his mouth and....

"Uhukis...Uhuk... drink!" his shout made all the visitors look at us with astonished gazes.

"Less!" softly, with a pale face, cold sweat on his forehead, his hands were cold as corpses. I was no less surprised to see his face red as a boiled crab. Intention to trap me, uh even he himself is trapped.

The feeling I added the sauce is not much just three spoons that was not full. Looks cold turned out to be the same as sambal! I smiled by raising the tip of my lips.

Two glasses of mango juice and two bottles of bottled mineral water left the toilet to make me shake my head.

"Your mom's not papa, is she?" my many who started panicking saw themselves limp helpless.

"You put sambal in my meatball bowl?" he nodded by holding his stomach.

"No! maybe you put it in her time?" Refuse me gently so that he does not suspect me, after all the intention to want to understand me even he himself who is stuck is delicious.

I giggled myself in the room when I remembered the incident last afternoon, how could a jutek arrogant but afraid of the same guy sambal.

"Ehem!" deheman's voice disperse my activities that still smile themselves.

"Is there anything funny?" asked Papa to make me feel embarrassed.

"There's dong?! funny thing more than the Upin and Ipin movies," I replied.

Papa just bengong hear the answer from me. Papa came up to me and sat down beside me saying.

"David's in the hospital" Papa said.

"WHAT"

"Papa don't joke dong! did I walk with him this afternoon? David is healthy."

"After going home with you, he had a stomachache and was vomiting" Papa explained.

"What says who?!" I asked back.

"Tante Rita told Papa that David was in the hospital."

"What do I need to do with her?" I asked innocently even though I knew why he entered the hospital all because of me.

"Kor dong, Aunt Rita told us? will we soon be one family, let alone you who will soon be David's wife? so now you're ready soon we're going to the hospital! Grandma and Grandpa have been waiting for you downstairs, but don't wear it for long."

Ahhh? I just wanted to break down I had to be in the pending for a while all because David did not have to go to the hospital too! lebay is a person! my grouch should be I was indulging in a little fall, there were only bullies.

"Fuck? splinter?!" granny shouted with her distinctive voice.

"Bent on Grandma."

Kiara it's time to pick up where grandma can't wait anymore! inevitably I don't end up showering just washing my face.

The sound of the pounding door of my room must be Grandma or Papa who can't wait for me to come down finally they picked her up, hi hi hi hi senengnya so queen.

"Yes Grandma! patience little dong! I was polishing my face again, Grandma" I replied from inside the room.

"It's Papa not Grandma."

I dressed too, I murmured by opening the door to see Papa who had been tweeting.

"Not yet your son-in-law? but you're so worried about his condition, so special to you," I asked the question I wanted to ask from earlier.

"Don't be jealous! Daddy love you both."