Not Wanting (So) the Second
Chapter 28: The Wasted Samyang

The sound of the clock buzzing softly, indicating ten o'clock in the evening. In a room with classic nuances, Ambar came to bring a cup of herbal tea for his eldest son.

"What's up, Ma..?" ask Agam impatiently. He was tired from just getting home from work. But Ambar seemed unable to delay the time, so he told the son to come to his house right now.

The tired face of Agam was clearly visible. With my eyes he sipped the mother's tea.

"Mama's been thinking this over and over again, about Yasmine..."

"Ma, can't you talk about that first? I'm tired and want to calm my mind." Gorgeously put the cup on the table with annoyance, to cause a clanking sound.

"Just Mama wants to talk about this .." said Ambar without caring about the state of his son's head, which some today want to break.

Agam gave a rough grunt, then stood up from his chair. "Then next time, Ma. I'm gonna take a break."

"Mama wants you to marry Yasmine." said the woman quickly, making Agam's steps stop.

The man looked at the mother with a surprised look. Why does she feel like her mother has no feelings?

"Ma, once again mama says this, I will not hesitate to expel the woman." stressed Agam, if by expelling Yasmine can reconcile her marriage, she will do that.

"Why are you defending Nisha? Open your eyes Agam. There's a woman who's carrying your child, and you can separate the baby from her mother after birth?" Dimata Ambar, Yasmine is a perfect woman figure who is better accompanied by Agam.

"So I have to throw him out now, right? That the child should not be separated from his mother." Agam smiled lightly. All his family is completely insane.

"The child is your flesh and blood Agam.., he deserves to feel the full affection of his parents."

"But I don't want that, Ma..! I'd rather live alone with Nisha than sacrifice my marriage..!"

Agam soon moved from his mother's house. He was completely inexhaustible with his mother's words just now. He is very happy with Nisha, but why so many trials that hit. Is it only a child who can be a measure of happiness? Without a baby, he was very happy.

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After taking a bath, Agam sat at the bedside. Looking at the back of the wife who was sound asleep. A small whisper sounded, it seemed like Nisha had finished crying earlier.

Curious, Agam also saw the face of the wife. Sure enough, both of Nisha's eyelids looked puffy.

"Be happy what..," said Agam sayu. He gently rubbed the wife's arm. Then gently kiss the head of the woman he loved so much.

When he was about to stretch himself, Agam smelled an unpleasant pungent aroma. Like the smell of chili, which makes the nose itchy and sore.

"saiss..!!" Agam got back up from his bed. With a rough step he walked out of the room.

It turned out that the pungent aroma was coming from samyang noodles. The culprit who else is not Yasmine. The young pregnant girl could not sleep, because she wanted to eat something very spicy tongue-shaking. Good thing he has stock noodles.

"You don't know what time it is?" sergeant Agam. The sharp gaze of the man even lit up in the light of the susasana.

"Half twelve.." replied Yasmine indifferently. Reluctance towards the owner of the house he left aside, because without evocative of the samyang noodles.

Knowing what Yasmine was processing, Agam immediately took the pot containing the noodle stew.

"You're disturbing people who want to sleep!" Without feeling, Agam threw the noodle stew into the sink.

"Don't...!" prevent Yasmine, but free. The only noodles he had were now wasted in the sink.

The girl looked at Ammar's face. Both of his eyes were glazed. "A little more I can eat it.." a sad look moved towards that big sink. Rather than being thrown away, it is better to eat. Agam is completely heartless.

"haisshhh..! bajing4n is very stingy.." Yasmine grumbled, no matter what Agam could hear.

"There is fruit, bread and milk in the refrigerator. Eat it when you're hungry."

"But I want it samyang..!" yasmine matap jengas.

Agam gave a small snort, his face looked extremely annoyed. How dare that unlucky girl raise her voice.

"Too spicy..!" press Agam, then go to his room.

"What do you care..!" Yasmine turned towards the refrigerator with a stomped step.

"the cck..! There is nothing to eat." rutuknya upset, whereas what Agam mentioned was neatly arranged there.

"shh.." whispered Lukka from behind the kitchen door. Like he was watching what had just happened.

Yasmine turned her head, and her delicate face immediately turned cheerful. "Lukka..? What's up?" he whispered, did not want to disturb the host who was angry. He approached Lukka to the doorway.

"Lukka's got a snack in the room, sister want it?"

"Is there something spicy?" yasmine asked, she refused when there was only a sweet or savory snack. Because his saliva had already melted when he imagined spicy food.

"There's fried meatballs, level 8.."

"Really..? Then come on."

Yasmine and Lukka walked into the room like a burglar in action.

Arriving in the room, Lukka actually took out two large packs of fried meatballs. The big boy also really liked spicy food. That's why there's a lot of stock of spicy snacks, which his parents bought.

The two spicy doyan creatures were greedy eating snacks, while telling stories. Not only that, they also looked at the book diary Lukka, which the other day had been read by Yasmine.

Yasmine even laughed a few times, as Lukka wrote love poems for her countrymen.

"wahh, you can be flirtatious too. Tell me, how's the girl..?" seduce Yasmine, and Lukka's cheeks become red.

"He's very nice, and he always gives his lunch side dishes to Lukka." Like a boy in general, Lukka also experienced a heart-flowering when there was someone who was kind to him. And he thinks it's love.

Yasmine squinted her eyes, further tempting the big boy with a look on his face... Then, did you ever tell him..?"

"No. the boy was 9 years old. Mama said Lukka was 23 years old. At that time even the age of Lukka was the same as Pak Guru. And Lukka was always curious, why is Lukka's age always older than classmates? Lukka's body is also bigger. Was that the same old brother at school?"

The ignorant laughter on Yasmine's face faded away. All that was left was an expression of spiciness, and her lips were ndower. "Because brother is not a special child, so sister is not so. Do you know what? Old brother is even younger than one year old."

"REally..?" Lukka changed the direction of her seat, facing Yasmine. "So you really grew up like Lukka's friends?"

"hm. big brother grew up like you wanted, but big brother doesn't have what you have now..." Yasmine muttered as she stared at the entire room of Lukka, which was quite luxurious.

"I mean..?" Lukka looked around, just like Yasmine did.

"No." said Yasmine. "oh yes. What did you learn in school?" he fled the conversation.

Lukka tapped his chin with a finger, while looking up. "So. oh yeah Lukka forgot." The boy pulled Yamsine's head, then slowly peeked at her forehead.

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