My student, my husband
Steal Kiss

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Cantika's eyeballs immediately rotated perfectly when he heard a row of question sentences thrown by Andrea. He really did not expect, it turns out that her husband brondongnya is still very innocent.

O God, it turns out that my husband is really still a child-in-the inner Cantika whispered.

"Who, what's diem?"

"Eng, uh, yes, Mas." Cantika. He woke up from a momentary greeting.

"I repeat my question, Yang?"

"Yes, Mas. Repeat your question again! I'm sorry, I was kind of clinging."

"Yes, not pa-pa, Yang." Andrea published a smile and repeated the question she had just asked.

"Look Yang, the mother advised that we often make dough and asked us to immediately give her a grandchild. You mean, what dough? Donut cake dough, layer cake, cucur cake, or other dough? So, what does dough have to do with grandchildren? Darling know that?"

"Mm, oh that. What is meant by mother often making dough is that she asks us to often perform rituals that should be done by a married couple, Mas. The word 'dough' is just a figurative word used by the mother to smooth her words about the ritual. So, the dough relationship with the grandchildren -" Cantika hung up her words. He hesitates and is ashamed to explain the relationship between dough and grandchildren.

"What's the connection, Yang?" Andrea asked again. He looked impatiently waiting for the answer spoken by Cantika.

Either Andrea really does not know and can not understand the relationship between dough and grandchildren after Cantika explained the definition of the word 'make dough' spoken by Vay. Or maybe he was just pretending. Like the word .. tortoise in a boat, pretending not to know.

"The relationship - -"

"What, Yang?"

"Mmm, sorry. I need to call Abah and Ummi immediately. There is a message I have to tell them both." Cantika was alibi to divert the conversation.

"But, Yang. You haven't answered my question about the relationship between dough and grandchildren. Don't make me live a curious life waiting for your answer about the relationship between those two words!"

"Mm, sorry. I-i'm. I can't answer it now."

"Why can't you, Yang?"

"Because I have to call Abah and Ummi immediately. I'm afraid I forgot to convey my trust in both of them." Cantika got up from a sitting position and walked towards the door. He wanted to get out of the room immediately and for a moment avoid her husband who kept asking about the relationship between dough and grandchildren. Ambiguous words that successfully make his heart beat.

In a hurry, Cantika forgot to take her car lying on the nightstand.

"Which, wait!" Andrea grabbed Cantika's device and brought her body up. Then he rushed after Cantika who was preparing to reach the doorknob.

"What's up, Mom?" suhut Cantika asked Andrea. He stopped reaching for the doorknob and reflexes rotated his body until faced with Andrea.

"Honey said you want to contact Abah and Ummi, why was his phone left?"

"Oh, I forgot to take it, Mas," replied Cantika with a grinning smile, revealing a row of neatly lined white teeth - none of which advanced forward, or retreated backwards.

Andrea pulled both corners of her lips and handed the device in her hand to the owner of the flat object.

"Thank you, Mom." Cantika reached out and received her favorite flat object from Andrea's hand.

"That -"

"Yes, Mom?"

"Actually, there's still a lot I want to talk to you about."

"About what?"

"About our plans ahead."

"Hmm, okay. We'll talk later after I call Abah and Ummi yes, Mas!"

"Yes, Mas. Sorry, I'll stay a while?"

"Where are you going?"

"Just go to the park, Mom. Calling Abah and Ummi."

"Why not just in the room, Yang?"

"Well, that's because --"

"Because of what, Yang?"

"Mm, because I want to call Abah and Ummi in the garden while looking at the beauty of the roses that are blooming, Mas." Cantika answered the origin.

"Can I come?"

"Mmm, bo-can Mas."

"Really?"

"Yes, it's really a Mas."

"Thank you my wife" said Andrea while stealing a kiss that she put on the cheek and successfully made Cantika speechless, speechless because so surprised by the sudden attack dabbed by Andrea.

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