OB BELONGS TO THE CEO
EXTRA PART: MISSING REWARD
Gita isn't as marijuana as Gilang's mother thought. Seen from the fastness of the hand when cooking rice and beating eggs are also chopping ingredients supporting the omelet. Thank goodness all the ingredients were in Gilang's mother's refrigerator.
"Git. said your mother. You've never been home-worked, have you?" telisisk Gilang's mom started kepo.
"That's mom. Kan Gita is home with mom only until Junior High. Then fitting Gita High School in the dormitory, so Gita rarely cook. All are available by the hostel. Unlike the napu and mopping, Gita can swing it up to the floor clean, because cleaning the room according to the schedule made." Obviously, while continuing to cook.
"Then after college?" ask again.
"Gita's college in England ma'am. The apartment is complete with ART. That's why Gita is getting nothing. All done by bi Mirah." Gita's story made Gilang's mother nod a nod.
"When mama and papa Gita eat usually who gets rice for his papa?" tanyanya was curious.
"Yes, all the ART that you do is ma'am." Answer the plain Gita.
"Well, did you ever get that rice for papa?"
"Once again, but rarely. Each one is like." Gita said what it is. Because it seems like his family doesn't bother about it.
"Mom told you Git. If you have become a wife of any nature that serves the husband, it will be a reward. Make drinks, welcome the husband with a smile, including small things like taking rice for the husband, including devotion and will be a reward." His presentation is clear.
"Oooh. pantesan last night mom pouted fitting a'a get some rice for a sweet. That means it's because dear mom is just as good, huh? losing an opportunity can be a reward. Hmm. ntar neng sayin a'a, no more get food for sweet. Loss of a lot of ntar eneng." Kekeh Gita in return for a funny look from the in-law who just knew the innocent character of his son's choice son-in-law.
"Okeeh. Eneng, let's take a shower first ma'am. Where are you too? endeng thought prayers to the mosque, but it's almost 7 o'clock isn't nongol huh?" he did not expect an answer from anyone. And immediately went to the room to prepare his clothes.
Ibu Gilang lyric lyrics have since seen the omelet made by his son-in-law. Which seems tempting. Wanted to embarrass him. Let it go, but curious. Want to eat also embarrassed because it said not unusual breakfast. Finally he only dared to look at it, swallowing his own saliva.
"Assalamualaik." Sapa Gilang cheerful from the direction of the door and immediately entered referring to the kitchen where his mother was perched.
"Moskvallam. Where the hell is Lang?" ask the curious mother.
"Bu's dawn prayer. But all morning exercise continued to the house of the RT chairman. Reportedly Gilang already married. Shame if you arrive Gilang in the church, thought bring a girl to gather kebo." Kekeh Gilang while washing hands and then open the hood of the service that was used by the mother to close the omelet made by Gita that disturbed his mind.
"Waw.. tumben mom make this cuisine. Kirain had mommy-style fried rice this morning." Said Gilang with his cuek take a spoon will taste the cuisine.
"It wasn't my mother who did that. But your wife." Answer's flat.
"Huh...? timing. Says she can't cook." Gilang's voice was restrained when the piece of omelet had already entered his mouth.
"Ehmm. Cobain deh's. A.a." a.a." Pucuk in love ulampun arrived. Finally, Gilangpun's mother enjoyed the food that she wanted to feel. From Gilang's mouthful.
"Where's ma'am?" tanya Gilang enthusiastically.
"Yes.it's delicious." Answer mom briefly.
"Want breakfast?" ask Gilang.
"Still full Lang. New mom's milk runs out and biscuits." Reject full of regret when arriving to want breakfast rice this morning.
Gilang check the rice on the electric rice cooker, stirring stirring briefly, then closing it again.
"Tell me to the room for a minute, ma'am. Find a cuddle." His interest in mother.
"Some and my wife's fragrance." praise Gilang to Gita whose head is lying on a small towel to speed up the process of reducing wet hair that has just finished shampooing.
"A'a from where the hell. Cheating ga awakin eneng. Shame to know, until the mother who first woke up from the cuddle." sungutnya when Gilang's lips had stuck on his neck.
"A'a prayer aja initially, uh. kebablasan chat with the head of RT. Afraid we think we're bufallo gathering."
"Buffalo Gathering..new denger a..?"
"Collect kebo neng. Ha. ha. Suffice we are dribbled satpol PP in Jakarta. Do not let us in the mass arak gegara do not know that we are legitimate." Terang Cross.
"There's a'a mah."
"Bye the way... plan our reception in the fast yes neng? What are two weeks left? Keep the event here in our new home. We invite office friends and all factory employees. Let everyone know we're married."
"Then the dress has to be spectacular." Gilang Canda.
"Ngapain...? it's not vera one here." Kekeh Gita glanced at the naughty Gilang.
"Hahahahaa... Lost where neng?" colek Gilang on Gita.
"In the European continent." His kekeh was already on Gilang's lap, with his waist in Gilang tickle on purpose.
"Eh. There's an omelette in the kitchen. A cooking wench?"
"Yes, yes."
"Say you can't cook?"
"Yes fried eggs doang masa can not. it is already smart ngrepek ngrepek telornya a'a." whispered in Gilang's ear.
"Heeeiii. Just a week to be a wife, let alone a year." Kiss Gilang everywhere where he wants around his wife's face.
"A' .. breakfast yuk. Neng is hungry." Take the spoiled Gita.
"Come on... A'a carry ya up to the kitchen. Lemes is hungry." Temptation to Calm down on the Gita.
"A'a lebay. Don't want ah. Later on look at mom, pouting again just as delicious."
"Hum. yeah."
"A' before going home. We take mom shopping for groceries for the stock, yes, A. All the way, it was a sweet promise with mommy to walk."
"Cie. cie. who got along with the in-laws." ledek Gilang happy, if his wife did not respond at all to his mother's rude attitude last night.
"What the hell?" he blushed.
Both are in the kitchen. Gita went straight to the plate rack to pick up two dishes and stepped into the rice cooker. He followed her from behind.
"A'a. Let the cuddly take the rice. Okeeh." His chirps forced Gilang to sit sweetly on the dining table chair.
"Well Madame Gilang." said Gilang obediently. And that interaction did not escape the spotlight of Gilang's mother's eyes with the ears she incised.
"Oh yeah... morning a'a used to drink what is it?" Oh God, Gita has not even had time to ask what drinks are commonly consumed every morning. They had breakfast at the hotel restaurant.
"Brown milk." Answer Gilang.
"Just make it. neng." Gita turned her body towards the shelf that was likely used to lay milk, coffee, tea and sugar, perhaps.
"A. neng doesn't know where the chocolate milk is. Do you want some tea?"
"Don't exist?" tanya Gilang furrowed her brows in surprise.
"Stt.. later we buy. It's not good to hear me." Gita avoids the fear of being embarrassed in her house does not have a stock of milk.
"Stt... Who's a sling of chocolate milk isn't it?" whispered Gilang quietly in Gita's ear.
Plachary...
Gilang's shoulders are the target of Gita's claps. Lost all the hard-earned rewards he made since morning, because it had succeeded in beating her husband.
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