My Lovely President From The Mars
PRESDIR VS CHEF

The god rattled himself all the way back from the pharmacy, not expecting if the seeds were this superior. Though they can count their fingers sleeping together, but the results setok cer it.

In fact, just hearing the estimate if Zahra is pregnant it feels like he has graduated from the academy of people who are not sane.

"Father candidate, I.." he chuckles to himself while turning the steering wheel to park the car in the carport. Fortified white crackle contains 5 testespek tools with a carefree heart, exactly a small child dapet candy.

"Udah bi, enough. I'm doing it..." Zahra sat straightening her legs on the sofa, it turned out this was like morning sickness, it was fitting that Fara looked limp and unappealing. Speaking of Fara, her sister-in-law may be around 6 or 7 months of age.

"Darling, still nauseous?" asked the Lord, Zahra shook her head, "just lemes, there's nothing to be out of it anymore because, my stomach is empty..." it still felt a bitter taste in his tongue because he vomited until the yellow liquid in the stomach came out.

The god sits beside Zahra, "that's how to eat first,"

Zahra shook her head, "I want a check first, curious.." she grabbed the crackle from the hand of God and then got up to the bathroom below.

With a quick movement Zahra tore the package of the pregnancy test, then rotated his pants.

His heart was racing, but it felt jumbled, a line of red clearly visible as the device entered into his uri_ne. Then another row followed, almost Zahra screeching to see him, but soon after he fell silent like a laugh.

"Today I got a plague, and I'm at risk?" his gaze turned giddy looking at that two-striped flat object.

As the bathroom door opened, the anxious God immediately greeted the doorway, "how?!" enthusiastic face.

Zahra handed over the 5 tools, yes, line 2, plus. The god immediately cheered, "indeed if the seed seed mah very willing also directly so, wohoooo! I'm father-to-be sayannngggg!" The god cupped Zahra's face that parroted seeing the celebration of God, similar to the celebration of world cup goals.

"Bi! Bi!" his yell.

"Yes, den,"

"Don't you want to save me?! My wife is pregnant!" shouts God from his place, you nyol!

"Alhamdulillah! ! Congratulations aden, mother.." said the aunt then returned to her work, afraid if the cooking is burnt.

Zahra let out a crisp laugh while hitting the back of the God, "shy!" it is inconceivable that a man as small as a God will become a father, how will the fate of his son be?!

"Thank you!" whispered the Lord hugged Zahra tightly, until Zahra's body was lifted into the air, "branch!"

"We tell the house people! !" fun.

"Just a minute, get checked out first." Zahra looked down and played her fingernails, "but brother.I'm worried, I got the virus yesterday, I'm afraid it affects and risks the growth of the fetus.." Zahra's facial expression could not hide her worries. The receding of Zahra's jaw by the Gods gently, "suthhh! Don't talk rich that, if said abi tuh all should be grateful, insyaAllah-all will be fine..bibit I can't possibly fail.let me fertilizer continue to let him healthy!" his kekeh raised his eyebrows.

"What does that mean?!" the twitching on Zahra's forehead smelled the smells of bawdiness. A moment later his body felt lifted up in the arms of God.

"Now prospective momy sit sweet, let prospective daddy readyin healthy food for prospective children.It's so we go to check," his step towards the middle room.

"Could that?" ask Zahra sangsi.

"Heyyy.don't get me wrong, Gini-gini God chefs often cook for food at the hotel! What do you want to eat? Western food, chinesse, Sundanese, Minang, Padang, Aceh, or Betawi," he tasted like a restaurant waiter.

"I want some fried rice" replied Zahra.

"Well fried rice?! My son wants a simple meal, baby?! The president's childhood wants to be that simple?" ask her arrogantly.

"What is the child of the food president? Paper files?" ask Zahra.

"OK-okay. Small is mah, if you just want fried rice I made a giant skillet so you're satisfied!!" The god flicked his pinky.

"Let daddy make it!" then patting his chest just made Zahra laugh, daddy alone!

"Didn't you have to meet daddy, Ganesha, om Milo, Lendra, the same few division leaders as well?" ask Zahra.

God brushed the air, "that's easy! I can meet while cooking! It's just the report of Ganesh," he replied lightly. This is the God who always considers everything easy and small, his fault. If Zahra alone can take care of her sick self while caring for others, why can't she do two things at a time?

God immediately stormed the kitchen, "bi! I want to cook," he told bi Wiwin who seemed busy preparing food.

He turned to his master, "loh, den.ini aunt again cook.aden in front only let aunt who prepared," he replied unpleasantly.

"But I want to cook, you want fried rice!" the answer is to tie her hair properly, then wear a hairnet worried about her hair falling out or about food, then an apron is available there.

"Oh, that's den. Yo wes.ta readyin first the ingredients. I want to use extra den?" ask aunt.

"Emhh, seafood or chicken?! I asked bi first,"

"Sayangg! Fried rice want seafood or chicken baso?" ask God.

"What's up" replied Zahra.

"OKAY. Seafood said bi.." said Dewa forwarded Zahra's words to aunt, the middle-aged woman folded her lips tightly, because clearly she heard Zahra screaming up...the ears of this God are made of steel so budeg!

Zahra's steps led him to pay attention to the God, really he was interested and curious to see his gesrek husband was cooking.

"This is what bi was?" ask the god who does not understand the kitchen.

"She said the chef of the hotel was starry, but the cooking was still nanyain bi Wiwin.." Zahra's lips made the man with the cihuy stelan look up.

"Eh, what are you doing here? I'll wait outside for more naburin powder pellets to be missed" replied Dewa encouraging Zahra to sit back on the sofa.

But just now he's got Zahra on his phone ringing, daddy...

"Hallo?!"

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"OK,"

Before actually returning to the kitchen, the chef took his laptop first and put it on the pantry table, connecting his teleconference application to the meeting room.

"Who is not present?" milo's voice came from there.

"Stay bang God," replied Ganesha who wore a plain navy shirt with long sleeves. While the other division leaders were already complete with shirts, ties and suits, it was just that the bottom was invisible.

"the Dewo again, the Dewo again...Wa! It's connected!" said Lendra who wears a suit despite the black t-shirt inside. The god who was not on the screen at first, is now sitting right in front of the laptop, "yok! Meeting, I'm ready!"

All eyes immediately looked at him, suddenly they were silent but then spouted his laughter.

"Woyyyy!" sumpat Lendra.

"Sir Dew-dew, gusti nu agunggg!" exclaiming Miki.

The division leaders tried very hard not to laugh even though they failed to laugh at their superiors. Ganesha and Milo gave a crisp laugh while Jihad reprimanded his first son. He's not weird about Sadewa's bad attitude, "God my God..."

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