My soul mate Mas Duda Jutek
Chapter 47

It felt like Nahla was so tired, her body ached here and there. Not even excited for morning activities. If you don't realize this morning have responsibilities at school. Maybe he'll sleep again.

"For Deck, need help to the bathroom?" haanan's greeting this morning looks so sumringah. Her hair was half wet with neat clothes, had even woken up earlier and tidied herself up.

"You're so good, what time do you wake up?" the woman asked slowly to get out of bed. There were clearly red marks along his neck. Hanan smiled at the results of his work that was still so clearly imprinted.

"The body, you take a shower first, let me prepare breakfast," he said. Nahla did not say, entered the bathroom slowly.

"Oh my goodness .. so much," complained Nahla amused herself to see the image of herself through the reflection of a mirror in the bathroom. Her husband completely slammed her mercilessly. Traces of the man were everywhere. You can imagine what a hot night game was like.

The woman took a long shower. Then first fulfill its obligations two rakaat that are slightly left behind. While still busy in front of the dressing table, Hanan came to the room carrying breakfast. Unexpected thing, and never did the man do for months married. So it is enough to make Nahla shocked and feel overwhelmed to be treated special this morning.

"Daddy, this is breakfast first. You must be hungry, right?" said the man was carrying a tray.

Nahla approached, she could hardly believe Mas Hanan could be this sweet. Treat it with attention. So sweet once.

"Who made you?" tanya Nahla was clearly lacking in confidence.

"I am .. Let's eat!" the man shone happily. Full smile certainly after getting vitamin intake last night. Although the results made his wife helpless and crumpled his body.

"really? Can emang? Since when did you jump into the kitchen?" Nahla still half-believes.

"Since today, calm down, I use instant spices according to the drawing dose, so it doesn't seem to be destroyed very much. All training later who knows if you are pregnant want my cooking, if that's what I can," he said proudly.

Homemade fried rice is quite rare and prime work. Nahla started bribing, though somewhat doubtful. Coincidentally it is hungry so fitting and hopefully it feels as expected.

"Where's it feel, Dek?" asked the man immediately. Not a contest but why the first for him was to feel proud of himself.

Nahla chews slowly, not too bad even though her cooking clearly wins away. But her husband's efforts this morning should be appreciated with pride. Even enough to make himself touched by the sudden change in attitude of her husband so sweet and of course pamper himself with attention and affection. This time they fell back in love with their partner. Nahla hopes that she is not the only one who is happy about this incident. Hanan also felt the same feeling. It is not camouflage that is deliberately presented on the basis of need only.

"If it's good, dong! I'll make it again tomorrow. Icha must also tryin," said the spirit.

"I'm full to see how you eat, Dek" the man smiled.

"Bareng dong," she said giving a bribe to her husband.

"Hmm .. delicious too. Even though it's still good for you to do it anyway," said the man after tasting his own cooking.

"His son," praised Nahla smiling. Must be appreciated, when else her husband again this way.

The two eat together in one serving. Spending, even feeding each other.

"The rank is a bit part yes pick up Icha and bring her uniform change," said Hanan so as not to go back and forth.

"I use the motorcycle Mas, you pick up Icha, I immediately leave," said Nahla simple.

"Well, why not just go with it. Anterin Deck!" hanan is full of requests.

Nahla could not refuse, she finally agreed.

"Later home in a taxi, I'll be home as usual."

"Yes Mas, please ngabarin, let me not cook if you eat outside. Later I was tired of cooking not kemakan, mubadzir," he said still remember the painful incident last time.

"Yes, sorry Dek, I'm nervous. From now on, I feel like I'm eating at home. If you are not tired of masakin yes, but if you are tired of buying aja not pa-pa."

"No, I can cook, just eat it. After that, maybe I'll throw it away," he said. Wipe your face out the window.

"Each teacher, do not be sensational again dong, we will be better," said the man stroked the top of his head with affection.