My Boss My Enemy
Ngerjain Adek's Papa.

Armand smilingly looked at the deep face before him. Their bodies were still like babies, only a thin blanket covered them.

''It really feels like this. I won't let you go every night, Renita.

Armand rubbed his wife's innocent stomach. She got into the blanket and tried to talk to her baby.

''I'm sorry papa, honey. Mama's too legit.''

''Isshh, why father, anyway? I'm not taking a break for a while, tired of knowing, sir. The waist of the cake would be broken, ''' Renita murmured with a distinctive sound of waking up.

''But delicious, right?'' fashion Armand.

''What, anyway? he said he would slowly know the spirit of it, not enough once, '' his grunts. Lazily, Renita woke up from her sleep. Free to sleep but still disturbed, he thought.

Look at the duck's mouth because Armand's gnawed directly at it.

Renita cupped her husband's face with her palm.

''Why is he so weird like this, anyway? Similar om-om less caress.''

Armand glared at hearing that.

'What said? Om-om less caress. A smooth face like this is likened to a striped nose.'

''What? Unaccepting. Whatever!'' tinned.

''Move, ihh.... I'm gonna take a sticky shower all over my body.'' Renita pulled out her blanket and plastered, what she should not have seen.

''ARGGHHH! WHY ISN'T IT CLOSED?'' cry Renita.

He covered his face with a blanket in his hand.

''Don't yell, Renita. You have seen and felt it too.''

''But it was closed first, '' said Renita from behind a blanket.

Armand clucked, he stood up and took his leggings in the closet.

''Open it now!'' order Armand.

Slowly, Renita opened her blanket and shouted back.

''WHY ISN'T THE TOP CLOSED?''

He changed his eyes.

''Renita, we are husband and wife, would have already*ng some or all of it is commonplace. No one's fighting, we're legitimate. After all, I have also seen all the details of your body.''

Renita threw a pillow and hit her husband's body.

''MESUM!''

Armand carried the body of his wife who was still wrapped in a blanket to the bathroom.

''No, no need to scream. I will bathe you, she said tired?''

''Awas mode!'' Renita put her hand to her husband's neck.

''No, at least just....'' Renita immediately smothered her husband's mouth.

''Don't keep going! Put me down now.''

Armand sat his wife's body on a closed toilet. He filled a bath up for his wife's bath.

Renita glared when she saw her husband take off his only body cover. It was a blunt but sharp thing. He looked away in shame.

''What do you want?''

''Mandi,'' replied Armand grinning.

''Ya-yeah su-has been mr du-first. I-I came out first, said Renita nervously looking at the baby-like body of the man in front of her.

He wanted to stand up but was immediately restrained by Armand.

''He said he wanted to take a bath, I went out first, '' he repeated.

She still looked away because she was reluctant to see her husband's body.

''Shake together, '' whispered Armand, his hand leading his wife's hand to touch hers.

Renita glared at the feeling that the object was already a high voltage. Out of annoyance, Renita hit him a little hard.

''Ouch! Why in the plaques?'' armand asked in annoyance.

''Let's not be naughty,'' sewot Renita, ''Then I shower first.'' Renita turned her back to her husband and opened the blanket that had wrapped her body earlier.

Armand gulped roughly, just looking at his wife from behind had tempted him.

Renita did not realize that her actions had awakened the starving lion. He casually went inside the bath up and soaked while closing his eyes.

She thought her husband would give up and choose to come out first. But, apparently....

''We took a shower together....''

Renita opened her eyes and could only give up. When, Armand again invited him to enjoy the paradise of the world.

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A pair of newlyweds, in front of a mirror with the state is still the same using bathrobe.

Armand dried his wife's hair with a hairdryer in his hand. Renita is not being asked? Daisy's mouth Minny's friend apparently, has moved on to her.

The bath time should be a few minutes to be one hour more. To make him cold, his hands were already wrinkled.

''That's his mouth asking to be kissed again what about? Kok manyun-manyun, that'' said Armand, his hands are still flexible combing the hair of the wife.

Renita stared fiercely at her husband from the mirror. But, a moment later a mischievous idea popped up in his brain.

''I want martabak, but it's made by my father.''

Armand stopped his activities. He looked at his wife through the mirror.

''I can't cook, we can buy, yes. Want to buy whatever I do, itung-itung dating, '' persuaded Armand.

''No! anyway I want to make father.'' Renita sulks like a child that her mother did not buy her toys. Add that lip.

Armand scratched his back head. He was confused as to how. Sure, Renita's cravings right now.

''I didn't ask but adek.''

Renita scapegoats her son who is still in the stomach.

''Forgive me mama yes, Dek, ''' Inner Renita.

Armand exhaled.

''alright....''

''Quickly change clothes! We have to shop for the ingredients first, Armand said.

Renita immediately smiled.

'Yes, worked! It's good that I work on hihihi.' He cheered in his heart.

I want it to feel like he's prancing but being held, afraid of being discovered.

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Armand began to dwell in the kitchen of his house. This time he cooked. That is for the sake of his wife.

Armand's eyes focused on following the step by step flat screen in front of him. He started mixing the ingredients as directed. Until finally it becomes the exact same dough as in the video.

Renita looked at the man in front of her with his chin on the dining table.

''The tree must be exactly the same as the result in the video, yes.'' Renita acted like an employer who ruled over her maid.

''Hmmmm....''

Armand started printing that dough. But there is something strange, why in the video it could be perplexed? While having her smooth like skin is mostly skincare.

''Why is it right in print, how not? what should be in the punctures to be hollow?'' murmured Armand but still heard Renita.

Out of curiosity, the pregnant woman approached and looked at him.

''What are you doing, anyway? Kok not perforated. It's called apem but use martabak dough. My intention, anyway? Nurati cravings me. I did not pay attention to the tutorial, arbitrarily mixed the material.''

Armand managed to get anxious with this woman's babble. His mouth was like Chef Juna version of a girl, wanted it to feel like she was four tiny mouths.

''I told you, I can't cook, Renita. You're the one who ngeyel, the child in the stomach is carried around, '' said Armand annoyedly.

The effect of cooking failed to make the man easily ignited emotions.

Usually, if pregnant women immediately teary-eyed continue to cry bombay when angry.

But not with this one pregnant woman. Not Renita's name if not nyolot.

''Yeee, I'm actually wronging people. Those who don't really care about the tutorial. I don't want to eat this, you eat. Can not have to run out, waste food, said Renita who does not want to be blamed just like that.

Whereas earlier, the plan after his hammer was so, he would ask Armand to eat it on the grounds

'I just want to see his papa make martabak instead of eating it.'

As if nature supported his ignorance. Without difficulty the results did not match expectations.

''Udah ah, I want to go out and buy it myself, bye-bye papa dedek who must eat martabak failed.''

Renita came out with her wallet. Do not forget to worship and for a while, he stuck out his tongue before closing the door.

Renita could no longer hold back her laughter after being in front of the house. Satisfied to prank the nyebelin boss.

''Good taste, who told me to sprain earlier, break even, right?''

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