Marrying My Brother's Fiancee
EPISODE 77 OF NGIDAM CENDOL (PART 2)
Raka is really made quail by Sarah around the Mall. Get down and around inside that vast Galaxy Mall just for cendol hunting. In that never-before-seen search. From hundreds of food and beverage outlets, finding cendol is like pinching a needle in a haystack.
The ones there are the most coffee, tea or other kinds of drinks.
"Finally found...!" Raka pointed at a drink booth.
"That's lissy, baby.not a cendol."
"The model is the same, you know. Still that brother."
"Different, dong."
"We bought that one, yeah, same baby..."Buuk Raka's.
"But I want a cendol, baby.not a lipstick."
Raka could only nod her head, the ice-cloak turned out to be unable to replace the charm of ice cendol.
As a result, twirling around two hours, Raka carrying some grocery bags from several outlets that attract the attention of Sarah. And the husband is made confused himself, between looking for cendol with shopping to be a thin difference.
But Raka really enjoyed the joy of his wife as they both walked while she held her beautiful wife. At first glance he felt sometimes many eyes that looked envious at the two of them who were like a pair of teenagers newly struck by romance. The sensation was never felt, because he was not the type of man who liked to walk to the mall or a place that was too crowded.
Raka and Sarah are two busy and practical people, they are rarely in the mall just for shopping or something like that. For various needs such as clothing, shoes or other fashion needs they have been used to order from famous brand outlets only with a catalog, without having to be tired of walking to choose goods. But today, Raka feels this activity is quite fun to do both, maybe in the future he should schedule shopping with his wife while relaxing.
"Honey, we're looking outside, yeah, it seems like it's hard to find" his wife seemed to give up on her own. Raka slowly exhaled with relief, at least she could rest her legs that felt sore.
He was astonished wonderfully at women, who never felt tired of walking around without direction like this when looking for something he wanted.
A little while later Sarah and Raka were out of the mall and were already on the highway, slowly walking down the street while Sarah was busy looking to the right left of the road. But looking for the cendol turned out to be quite difficult.
"Darling, replace the cravings with pizza hut, Donut, ice saucer, juice or what?" Raka glanced at the wife.
Sarah did not respond, her neckline appears to be looming when looking from behind the car glass, like not wanting to miss any place, which might sell ice cendol.
Until then the two of them at a crossroad and saw a wheelbarrow that again hangs there.
"Honey.that's the ice cendol!" Sarah pointed with a radiant face. Raka gawongo, the father of the ice cendol seller was indeed amazing, he opened a stall on the side of the road in front of a small shop, not far from the red light, he opened the shop, in front of a shophouse almost on the sidewalk of the road.
"Seriously? you want that?" Raka was fascinated to look at the face of his wife's sumringah, from small not because arrogant, Raka never stopped to eat at the roadside stall, let alone visited the ice cart like that.
"Why indeed?"Sarah looked at her husband without sin, inversely proportional to Raka who from childhood was always in an elite school environment. Sarah though her adoptive parents might in terms of wealth could exceed the Raka family, but she was used to being in a modest environment.
He only attended elite private schools when he was in the elementary level, but when he was able to choose for himself, in high school, he instead chose to attend public schools to the top level and still chose public vocational schools to study at the local University in his city, while Sally the younger sister always was in a prestigious private school, he said, until at the time of High School, his sister met with Raka at the same school and they both continued their education abroad.
"I've never been careless like this..."
"You've never been stuck on the side of the road?"
Raka shook her shoulders, indicating she never did.
"Ice sandalwood alone don't know. Play less far away from us, baby."
Sarah giggled, Raka manyun heard it.
Raka sidestepped her car while driving slowly,
"Where are we parking?" Raka confusion.
"Well, just to the front of the shophouse,"
"Can you? that's not a parking lot, is it?"
"Stt.. turned around. walked in next to the cendol uncle, kept parking in front of the bakery."
Sarah commanding.
"Seriously, huh?" Raka complied with doubt.
"Yes, just believe me..." Sarah smiled a little.
Raka complied with his wife's request.
When Raka's luxury car was already in front of the bakery. Sarah got out of the car with her handbag.
Instead of heading for uncle's cendol cart on the side of the road near the sidewalk, he disappeared into the bakery.
Raka shook her head not understanding, is pregnant women who are craving it always chatty like this?
Just as Raka got out of the back of the car, Sarah was already out of the bakery. Just for a moment he was in there, probably a parking permit, Raka thought.
"Where are you from?"
"Sttt...." Sarah put her pointy finger on the lips, then took Raka's hand.
"Where else are we?"
"Lho, would you buy ice cendol!" Sarah answered while pulling Raka's hand.
"Sir, I'd like to order an ice cendol."
"Yes, neng. How many glasses?" The Father turned back to find two young men with the appearance of the bourgeoisie behind him.
"How clear?" Ask Sarah, please,
"Five thousand rupiah, neng." Answer the father who sold.
Raka was stunned, had never heard of such a cheap drink.
"Order how many cups of neng?"
"One." Sarah answered short.
The father who sold ice cendol was a little confused, looking at Raka whose face was on the pair of crooked.
"A few dozen, neng?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"His mother?"
"He's not, sir."
Raka glared at his wife, even though he had never drank ice cendol, but this hot day was very tempting to drink as well.
Since when did this wife turn out to be this stingy with the husband?
"Oh..." Uncle took a glass.
"But sir, I'm sorry, let my husband make it."
"Well..." The father looked at Raka doubtfully.
"Stt..pak, I again crave ice cendol made by husband.can yes sir, borrow the cart." Sarah bleaches.
The father for a moment gawked but then immediately shifted from where he stood.
"Oh, please neng.please." Said the father with a sincere face Ihklas, he remembered his own wife when cravings, instead of wanting ice cendol as well but want to drink ice from his thermos directly. when he was reprimanded, eh even raging-ngamuk, then he slept at the Kamling post. Dealing with pregnant women on behalf of the word sacred cravings, can make problems runyam added.
(After the cravings and sweetness of this husband and wife who are in love, it seems like someone has to go...😭
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