My Love is Mentok In You
Chapter 83

Evening arrived, the sun began to enter the contest. They decided to go back home.

"Don't you think bang?" Ask Ayra to her brother.

"Get's Ay! Your sister pity herself at home. Afraid of papa too." The Timpal bang Agung.

"Yes, greetings to you too!" Ayra kissed the brother's arm and was answered with a nod.

Ayra turned to her best friend. "Will you go home with gel?"

"Yes. We're going to work tomorrow." His dream made Ayra moody. "Udah you don't be sad! I doain smoga is a big deal. Cepet. Let's just hang out together again." Further.

Ayra nodded to her best friend. "Thank you, you've always been there for me! You're not just a friend, but you're a brother to me."

Agel returned his response. "Yes. I tau. You're in good health, don't get sick! Vomiting in the face of cravings!"

Both chuckle. It still feels strange when they don't meet for a day. Friendship that seemed inseparable, it turns out the distance separates them now. But for them, all of that is not a barrier. In fact, they always support and strengthen each other.

"Yes already. Careful yeah!" Ayra's message to the three and answered their nod.

"Wait on!"

Bang Agung who had worn his helmet turned his head, as well as Agel and Juna who were ready for motorbike.

"Nih I picked up a young mango from the yard. Make a wife brother!" Siska thrusts a black crackle on the Great bang.

Bang Agung smiled and took the crackle that Siska had proffered. "Thank you! Adek cute." Bang Agung shuffled Siska's head, making Siska misbehaved.

"May the wife and baby be healthy! Smoga we'll meet again someday!" Said Siska with a smile and answered the nod of the Great bang.

After saying goodbye, the two bikes passed as well as Siska who chose to go home.

Now the pair of people are in front of the house. With Ayra leaning on her husband's chest, and bang Ar embracing her.

"Look yuk! I want maghrib!" Bring bang Ar.

"But bang, look at me first. It's so pretty." Typal Ayra looked at the reddish-orange sky that exuded the beauty of the afternoon.

Bang Ar hugged his wife from behind. Sticking his chin on that most comfortable boat.

"And you. You're beautiful many times."

Ayra smiled at the husband's words. "Emmm.. It's really sweet!" Typal Ayra stroked the husband's cheek.

Ayra turned to face her husband, holding her hand around her neck. So did bang Ar who had hugged his waist. Without a stale Ayra tiptoed to reach a chewy object that always said the word love to him.

Ayra let go of her pagutan, but the husband instead lifted her body like a koala making Ayra startled to scream. The two laughed, enjoying the togetherness under the twilight sky.

"Udah yuk in! The wind is too cold." Invite him by continuing to carry him.

"Descending bang, I got tar falling!"Ayra's Word.

"Tar abangin."

"Where?"

"Righted."

He chuckled, while walking with Ayra held by her husband. Ayra reached back to her husband's lips, sipping on the taste that always made her float.

Both of them had fallen on the bed. Bang Ar's body had already overstayed him. His hands did not want to be silent looking for the whereabouts of his favorite objects. His lips dropped down the white neck of his wife and left some traces there.

"Udah bang!" Ayra stopped her action. "Masturbation spit! Maghrib." It's maghrib."

"Ck. That responsibility!" The timpal bang Ar.

"Entar our night continues again. Now take a shower!" Bring along.

Bang Ar resigned and followed the pull of the wife to the bathroom.

After performing the ritual bathing congregation which of course uses a little advertising, both of them are ready. Bang Ar will carry out his three rakaat, and Ayra will prepare dinner.

Although Ayra is not good at cooking, but to cook rice he can. He prepared the ingredients while waiting for the husband to cook.

A few minutes later, Ar arrived in the kitchen. "Do you think it's cooking?" Insinuations.

"Issha... I'm studying first, see brother cook first. Let it fit." His ideal.

"Udah, I'm making rice." The ideal made bang Ar laugh.

"Yes, he is learning to cook his dishes. We make fried chicken easy."

The two began to wrestle with knives and kitchen spices. This time Ayra studied hard, she kept paying attention to what her husband taught her. From starting to peel the seasoning and smooth it. Cut the chicken and wash it.

Thirty minutes later, the food was ready. There is only rice, fried chicken, lalaban and do not forget sambal. Even though it has been strongly opposed by the husband not to make sambal but Ayra still make it.

This is the first dish made by Ayra. Even with the instructions of the husband. But there is a sense of pride in her, can serve her cooking in front of her husband.

"Nooo! I can finally cook.." Ayra hugged her husband and both laughed.

"Don't mince it, let's try it first!" Timpal bang Ar and answered a nod by him.

The two sat in a chair with food already available at his table. Ayra spooned rice and her friends to her husband and herself.

Without using a spoon, bang Ar started to taste it. But not with Ayra, she was so tense to hear input from her husband. Like a master chef who waits for comment from the judge. Ayra until it broke out in cold sweat. Because lastly he cooked salty eggs and cooked fried rice without salt.

"Where's bang?" She asked after the rice entered her husband's mouth.

"Enak! It's delicious." Typal bang Ar and keep eating it.

"Gee! I love it, it's delicious the edges aren't good!" Ayra Protest. She has often been hit by her husband's prank. Especially the cuisine that is always praised when it is not delicious.

"This one is really good. You try it!" Bang Ar fed his wife with his hands.

Ayra who received the mouthful fluttered after feeling her cooking. Suddenly his tears fell. Makes bang Ar shocked.

"You why that? How crying? This is really good. The oath!"

Ayra hugged her husband by her side. "I'm terjuraaaaa"

Bang Ar smiled with relief. It turned out to be so happy when the wife could cook.

"Udah, now we continue to eat!" Invite bang Ar to remove the melted water on his cheek and answered the nod of the wife.

"Tomorrow again bang, vegetable cook too!"

"Yes. Tar was taught again. Now we eat yes, brother laper already!"

The two laughed again and started eating their food. Occasionally feed each other, so no food was tasted there was nothing left.

"Alhamdulillah!"

Ayra brings dirty dishes to the wastaple and and bang Ar tidying up her desk.

"Udah bang's. Let it go, let's tar me clean!" Tell Ayra with foam in her hand.

"Father, let brother help, let the spit go." The timpal bang Ar. Ayra just smiled in response.

After finishing the two switched to the tv room, watching tv accompanied by two cups of tea.

"Thank you for helping. I can also do it myself!" Ayra.

"Gakpapa. We have to work together on anything." The timpal bang Ar.

"Are you two bang?" Ayra God.

"Yes that. Should be done both. Make two parts." The reply, until both of them laughed.

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This is his student who just got to cook😂