Marrying the Young Miss

Marrying the Young Miss
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"Is there anything else you need?" ask Elis.


"I'm not dreaming, am I?" daniel asked with a questionable look.


"What do you think?" asked Elis spoiledly.


"It's like a dream to me, you want to take my snack, usually I will serve you!" clear Daniel with pursed lips.


"You're hurt because of me, there's nothing wrong with me in exchange for serving you! Just take a snack!" ledek Elis I, with her fingers that trace the handsome face of the husband.


"Darling, this is like a dream for me!" seductive Daniel, with his cute ass in front of Elis, Daniel rolled his eyes.


Kreeek.


With gemasss, Elis pinched the back of Daniel's hand, which clasped his wrist with Elis's other hand.


"Awwwhhhh dear! You dare to pinch me?" peeking Daniel, with a patterned gaze, there was a sense of surprise but delight in the heart.


"Latin weekkkk! Who told you to arrest me, hubby!" ledek Elis, stepping away from Daniel, lau stuck out his tongue and disappeared behind the door.


Daniel broke into a pattern and exclaimed, trying to call his wife back.


"Elis! What did you say? I want to hear it once again, baby!" teraiks Daniel.


But unfortunately, let Elis hear her, he will still walk towards the kitchen, ignoring Daniel with a chuckle.


"Hihihi Daniel, I just found out, you can be that blanket. You must be thinking, I'm a dream or real because I called you hubby!" mummified Elis.


"Non afternoon, how can I help Non?" ask chef Adi who is on standby in the kitchen.


"For now, I do not need your help" said Elis who now took out some fruit and put it in the container that he had taken before.


Elis cut the fruit into small dice, then put it in a large bowl.


The assistant chef swallowed his saliva with difficulty. 'Miss Elis is not wrong, cut fruit that much...that's what people eat for how many people? Will it run out in one meal?''


"Miss sure, want to make it yourself?" ask the assistant chef who took notice of the hands of Elis who was deft in cutting fruit.


"Remain sure, why not be sure?" elis asked back to the assistant chef.


"This Miss, Miss must use this so that the taste is more delicious and fresh" said chef Adi, putting a mayonnaise package with a picture of fruit in front of Elis.


"Are you really? I thought I only used fermented milk." Elis pursed her lips as chef Adi shook her head.


Chequek.


The door of the room was opened with the footsteps of someone who entered the room of Elis and Daniel.


Papa Devano frowned, "Did I not mishear, my son Daniel have a suitable call for me? What call? Watch out if he picks a bad call for me!" muttered papa Devano slowly.


Pluks.


Papa Devano stands behind the sofa, the place where Daniel currently sits leaning with his arms instead of with his back.


Two hands are now on Daniel's shoulder, then give a massage there.


"What a pity, said he would bring me a snack, where is the snack?" ask Daniel who's asking for snacks.


"What snack?" ask Papa Devano with the sound of his bus.


"Pa-pah? Why is papa here? Where's elis?" daniel asked in surprise, putting on his face, looking at the papa full of probes.


"You looking for me, hubby? I'll do this for you again! Surely you like it." from the direction of the door, Elis stepped in with certainty, carrying a large bowl of his homemade fruit salad.


"I thought you were baby, didn't know papa!" Daniel was sulking, gripping Elis.


Pyuuungs.


Devano menoyorrr his son's head with gemasss with his hands.


"Ihssss pah!" grouse Daniel.


"You are Daniel! Since when is it spoiled?" ledek Devano with a chuckle, could not bear to see the face sulking the son.


"Since Elis was pregnant, maybe!" daniel said with a little thought.


"Huh? Are you really pregnant, Elis? Papa didn't hear wrong, did he? It's good news Elis." exclaimed papa Devano unstoppable glee, clear maggots sliding from the corner of his eyes.


Papa Devano instantly pulled out his phone, and dealt someone's number.


["Hello Brian! We got durian collapsing now!" ] exclaimed papa Devano, when the connection was missed there.


^^^"What do you mean? I don't get it! Speak clearly!" papa Brian who did not clearly hear it.^^^


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