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"Soswit once!" elis said with his face turned to look at Daniel, his lips pursed.
"You're so funny! My wife!" Daniel pulls Elis' nose between the slit so his index and middle fingers.
"Daniel!" peekkit Elise.
"Ahahaha you're so funny, baby!" ledek Daniel with a laugh.
"You smear your own wounds! It sucks!" Elis placed the medicinal cream on Daniel's right palm violently.
"Hey! If you want to do something, not half!" daniel looked expectantly at Elis.
"Just son, you just continue to treat your own wounds!" Elis turned around, swinging his legs away from Daniel.
Daniel moved, his footsteps now following wherever Elis stepped by walking behind him.
Elis stepped out of the room with a sling bag on her shoulder, down the stairs with a constant grumbling.
"Men do not know thank you, have been treated..not her say thank you, but bully me! Don't chase me! Don't follow me!" elis protested, turning his head for a moment to give Daniel a deathly look.
"I'm not following you, baby! Tell me, where are you going?" ask Daniel gently.
"I want to buy.mall! Watching soap operas for free. must be half way to run out." great-grandson Elis.
"Relid bells don't have breakfast first? The mbok has cooked a lot of food that neng, uh his intent is that mbok Non!" said the mbok by walking in a hurry to stop Elis' footsteps.
"It's up to you to call me Non or neng gelis." great-grandson Elis looked indifferent.
The mbok nodded his head, understood.
Elis slowed down his footsteps, positive thoughts now reaching his head. Every now and then her beautiful eyes stared at the mbok, as if considering the decision she was going to take.
Let it be anything... Parents should be respected Elis, not liet what is the old mbok already! I have no feelings!
Elis intends to undo his niet to go mall, turning his body towards the dining room. Yet an evil demon was passing by, influencing his thoughts.
Halah do not want, where the level of food village is the same tongue lo the city. Back on the road, mending nge.mall, while rumat alias wash eyes ahahaha.
"What is mbok?" daniel asked by stealing the opportunity to embrace Elis' shoulder, herding her towards the dining room.
"You? Get your hands off my shoulders!" Elis shook his hand, asking Daniel to put away his hand.
Daniel pulled out a chair, letting Elis sit there comfortably. Then pull another chair for himself to sit on.
The mbok stood in front of Elis and Daniel, with the table as a barrier between his three.
"There's a macem oruh aden, maybe it can fit on Non's tongue!" said the mbok, swallowing her saliva with difficulty, somewhat reluctant to see Elis who looked strange while staring at the dish on the table.
Elis puffed his niet to spoon the side dish to his plate, what's this mbok hidangin food? Very strange shape and color, the taste is not not bad! Make me muless' stomach.
Daniel shook his head, pulling the corner of his lips upwards. Tau would mind Elis without needing Elis to tell Daniel.
"You won't know the taste, if you haven't tasted it, baby!" Daniel spooned the rice and side dishes on the plate in front of Elis.
"Hmmmm, I'll try her. But I don't promise to like her!" great-granddaughter Elis with pursed lips, looking spicy in the ear of the madam, Elis showed a face of sand in front of Daniel.
"Ahahahha don't put on a face like that, baby! I know the meaning of this face of yours!" ledek Daniel's.
Daniel did the same thing on the plate on the table, in front of him. Pour the white rice and its side dishes.
Elis saw the face of the mbok who looked reprimanded by standing still glued in his place.
"Why are you just standing there? Come sit! I'm not comfortable having breakfast at such a sight!" the word at once protested, Elis lay for the mbok, to the two legs of Elis who was under the table was swinging swinging can not be silent like most people if they want breakfast.
"Sorry or miss, the mbok is afraid that his cooking is not according to his taste Miss. In terms of everything that mbok cook today Daniel's favorite cuisine" said the mbok, waiting please be anxious, the food on the spoon that will go into the mouth of Elis.
"Sit down mbok! We have the same breakfast, where's Cici, mbok?" Daniel ate his breakfast, with a focused gaze on Elis.
Prangs.
Elis put back the spoon in his hand, in case the distance stayed a little longer to get into the mouth of Elis. Unknowingly, Elis shows his upset mood, as Daniel pays attention to the other girl before him.
"I'm not feeling very appetizing!" lamented Elis.
"I'm sorry if I make your taste buds disappear, let me give you a treat. Let your breakfast taste come back again!" daniel said patiently.
Elis's forehead shriveled, "In what way?" elis asked curiously.
"Open your mouth!" tell Daniel to direct the spoon with rice and side dishes to the mouth of Elis.
Elis took a bribe from Daniel, to his two eyes closed, enjoying every chew in his mouth.
"Not the taste? You won't regret it, baby! The cuisine of this mbok is the best, one of the 5-star hotel chefs too. hunt for recipes from the mbok!" said Daniel.
"Don't over praise the mbok, aden. Later mbok be a little big head because in aden praise." the mbok down shy.
"Not what's the taste?" daniel asked after Elis opened his eyes after tasting the cooking of the mbok.
Elis looked at Daniel intensely, with a difficult look.
"Emmm you want me to stay with you, don't you, after we're officially married?" elis asked, reconfirming Daniel's wishes.
"Surely, what is it? You wouldn't mind, would you? Papa Brian has agreed with my decision to bring you to live with me!" daniel said seriously.
"I don't mind, with some conditions you have to meet! I'll stay with you!" elis said by playing his eyebrows up and down.
"What do you want me to do, baby? Only 2 conditions?" Daniel makes sure back, how much Elis requests as a condition to stay with her.
"I want to..." Elis mengntung his words, he turned to look at the mbok triumphant.
"Why did you see the mbok? I'm asking you, baby! Let's answer!" asked Daniel who was very curious about the conditions that Elis would apply.
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