Mr. Perfect & Miss Careless
Punished

Ira looked up at the handsome face she was hugging.

"What's wrong? Tell me what makes you cry!" tell Arvin to stare at Ira's brownish bead. However, she panicked again when her lover recaptured crying.

"Cup cup, honey. Don't cry!" Arvin took his woman into the deck. Gently rubbed the long hair of her lover.

"Why...why did Mr. Arvin lie?" ask Ira with a hiccup.

"liying? About what?" Arvin was confused by Ira's words just now. He felt that there was nothing he was hiding from the girl except for her match with Hana. And that's why he wants to explain it now.

"Sir Arvin said that my fried rice was delicious, but the truth is that fried rice tastes weird."

"Any? Didn't you not eat your fried rice? How do you know it feels weird?" said Arvin who was flippant. Though he wanted to keep the taste of fried rice from the maker.

"That's it." Ira's cry grew louder realizing how useless she was that she couldn't make anything. He does not deserve to be called a good boyfriend, let alone a good wife-to-be because he cannot do anything.

"Sorry, Honey. That's not what I mean."

"But it's true that my fried rice tastes weird." Ira.

Arvin looked at his girlfriend's face.

"I've tasted it, it just so happens that there is still left in the kitchen" replied Ira who understood the meaning of the gaze of her lover.

"Well...why should you taste it anyway? It will be in vain my sacrifice." Arvin pretended to complain.

"Why isn't Mr Arvin honest? Can you deliver?"

"How can I do that. You have worked hard to make fried rice with love. Yeah, though it feels a little weird," explains Arvin. He fused his index finger and thumb into one as a slight emblem.

"Sir, what about your stomach? Is it still safe?" ask Ira. This time he was really worried about the state of his lover's stomach.

Arvin was silent for a while while trying to feel what was happening with his stomach. "Hmm, it seems a little sick," replied Arvin.

"That's right. You should not eat fried rice. Now look, your stomach hurts, right?" Ira's face grew increasingly anxious to hear Arvin's stomach ache. He who has just stopped crying back a hiccup because he feels guilty has made the lover sick to the stomach. "Sir, we're going to the doctor now, yuk! I don't want Father for nothing. Come on, sir, let's go to the doctor now!" take Ira with a hiccup. Sometimes she wipes her tears with the back of her hand.

Just this time Arvin saw the other side of an Ira. He who usually looks careless, indifferent, and cheerful, can be as sad as that just from feeling guilty.

"Come, sir, we're going to the doctor now!" take Ira with you while trying to pull her lover's hand.

Arvin clasped both hands. "Darling, are you really worried about me?"

"of course. If you why what? So now we go to the doctor, sir!"

"Don't cry anymore" said Arvin, wiping his girlfriend's tears. "I'm not okay, baby. Even though your fried rice tastes weird, it's made with halal and hygenic ingredients, so it doesn't matter."

"But, did he say Mr. Arvin's stomach hurt?"

"No, I'm kidding, honey." Instead of stopping crying, Ira's crying just broke.

Finally the love fried rice drama that tastes strange was over. However, because Arvin had pretended to have stomach pain and made Ira worried. The girl punished her lover for singing while jogging until she fell asleep.

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Gaes, I'll be up at 21:00. Thank you for being faithful in waiting. Your love is much.