Prince Modosa
Chapter 111

Farah mix vegetables that will be cooked with spices that he will puree. He who was struggling in the kitchen did not care about Keken who was now standing beside him.

"What do you want to help?" tannya

"No need" he said without looking at Keken

"So you want to sell? What do you want to sell?"

"Baso soup, balado eggs, jengkol stew, chicken krispi." he still did not want to look at Keken's face and just focus on the groceries he was making.

"No need to sell yes, I can still find money for you." pinta Keken who is getting closer

"Stop!" Farah who was holding a knife is now staring sharply while pointing her knife towards Keken.

" I don't want to argue and it's my decision. And don't try to get close let alone try to hug me from behind, don't look for an opportunity!" he who knew where Keken's mind was headed quickly posed a threat to her husband. Keken only smiled while scratching his head that did not itch. Actually he wanted to hug his wife from behind but it turned out that the girl already knew his way of thinking.

"You why the hell, keep getting angry. What am I wrong again?" tannya

" Because of you getting out of the house, all the mothers are gossiping about us and especially about you! It sucks."

"It wasn't you who said you were asking for help. Then where's my fault, baby?"

"It's real life, just let them gossip don't get too thought out, just relax." Keken didn't care if the mothers talked about themselves in the back.

"Who went out of the house and dried the clothes! Understood!"

"Then I have to do it, you're a hassle and I have to help. Don't you be jealous of those mothers or jealous of Grandchildren's tea? Keken deliberately teased his wife back while blinking his eyes.

" No need to be smart! "the body of Farah while cutting the carrot roughly." Wherever I am jealous of them. "

" Yes I know you won't be jealous of them. You don't have to worry about Granddaughter's tea, even if she's ne nenable and sexy I'm not interested in her. "

" Why talk about it that way!"

"Well, it's true that if you have a big one, which man is not interested in that part but I'm not interested because I already have a wife who is more wow." Keken

Farah hit Keken with a spring of scallions, "Ngeselin, really good!"

Keken laughed at Farah's pursed lips.

"Go! If you're here I can't focus on cooking, my mood goes straight down when I see your face."

"Geez baby, I'm a handsome guy and everyone admits it but why is it that only you don't admit it." he could only sigh deeply

"But Ken, I was really upset when I saw your face!" he said honestly

"Okay, I'm sorry that I always piss you off."

Farah's emotions that had risen now began to subside when her husband apologized. Strange isn't.

"Kok quiet, still angry? Yes, if you are still angry you want to buy what I will buy." he said

" Do you want branded bags like brand Wash, Herpes, Balensaha, Lois Pollutant later I buy you as long as you smile and not angry anymore" said Keken back

"What the hell, Ken!" but Farah held a smile as her husband called each brand of bag with a bad name. " Do you have money?"

" You take it easy, I'm Cra___" but her speech was cut off by Farah's voice

"Crazy rich but now his rich is the rest of his crazy!"

Keken just smiled Widely, "I can ask mommy Imelda the same or I'll ask someone."

"Don't bother the parents! Who else would you like to ask for help?"

"Khaffi and Fafa" he answered lightly. " They're always willing to help, you take it easy."

"I don't want you to trouble others, we can live as they are." Farah did not want Keken to trouble her friends, she wanted to live a simple life as usual.

"Don't waste money on unimportant things."

Keken swallowed his saliva, hoping Farah did not know what he was doing in the marketplace.

"If found out, Farah will surely grumble seven days and seven nights." he murmured inwardly

And it was true that a moment later the cry from the front made Keken gasp.

"Paketttt." shouted a courier with his order.

"What is this sir?" ask Farah

"Handphone mom apple brand. Please be accepted and we ask for a photo for a moment." the courier took a picture of Farah and said goodbye.

Farah hurriedly entered and saw Keken who was now pretending to sleep on the bed while covering his face with a pillow.

"I don't have any money, I'm buying a new phone. It's expensive, Ken!" she said with dislike as she opened the pillow that covered her husband's face.

" It's cheap." I suspect

"It's expensive." Farah hit Keken's arm.

"Good, only twenty million."

Farah swerved back and slammed the still-wrapped phone towards the bed.

"Don't slam it, it's a new cell phone." Keken quickly picked up the phone and unboxed its contents.

"Well, that's cool." Keken showed off his new phone. He smiled happily like a child getting a new toy.

"Bodo very!" he said with annoyance. And again the voice of the courier was heard back from the front.

"Otherwise?"

Farah received the package and threw it towards the bed again. " How many more packages have you bought."

" There are two more" he replied lightly while unboxing the package. "It's cool." she acted like a professional model after wearing that expensive jacket.

" That's expensive Ken!" Farah was so furious when she saw the print of the brand logo Wash on Keken's new jacket.

"cheap."

"Then buy what else?" tannya

"Kaos superme is the same as fair shoes" he said lightly

"Yes..!!!" shouted Farah, he did not understand anymore with the nature of Keken who was still wasteful and like to spend money and considered cheap goods that according to Farah expensive, expensive, he had to think a thousand times while buying it but the man easily bought all his wishes.

" You take it easy who, if my money runs out I can ask for the same papi."

" Whatever!" Farah resentfully left Keken still in style with his new jacket.

"Sister Farah." The scream from the door was heard clearly and Farah knew whose voice it was.

"Hi little boy, what's up?" Keken who opened the door saw the cute looking little girl, the child of the Grandchild tea. He was seen carrying a textbook in his hand.

"My name is Malika Om, I want to study with Farah's sister."

"Hi Malika, Brother Farah is busy. Malika learned the same Om ya." replied Farah, she immediately came out when she heard Malika's voice. As usual when her mother could not do homework, Malika always came to her house.

"Kok me." protested Keken, but his eyes looked towards Farah who was now glaring

"Okay, okay, dear princess." Keken let out a long sigh and asked Malika to open her PR book.

" Am, really smart or not? Malika does not want to learn the same Om if the answer is all wrong." he asked in a tone of disbelief with the cleverness of Keken, the man he met several times at the house of Farah.

"Pinter dong, do you not believe that Om is smart?"

Malika shook her head.

Farah who saw from a distance the closeness of Malika and Keken now can only smile, finally she can prank her husband again by helping Malika do homework.

" Why do so many people not believe in my abilities." muttered Keken

"Because you are not convincing, always whining and doing as you please." said Farah from the kitchen

Keken just grinned and asked Malika again.

"Well, what's the sign if it's going to rain?" ask the little girl.

Malika scratched her head and started thinking. "The cloud is covered in thick fog, the sky is dark Om" he replied

"Wrong!"

"Then what's right?"

" The sign of rain is mothers taking clothespins outside the house, but for example." he glanced at the tea of the grandson, the mother of Malika who is now taking back clothes that have not dried. Right now the sky is so cloudy and dark like it's going to rain.

" ah! Om is not clear. "his grumble and Keken just chuckles.

" Malika, don't be naughty at Farah's house yes, mama wants to cook first. "yell Grandchild's tea.

" Yes, mah. "

" Malika, made from black soybeans and nurtured with affection. "Keken mimicked one of the commercials on television

" It's Malika advertising soy sauce. "tap the little girl.

" Malika is made from the only black soybeans that make husband hot cold hihihi. "grandson tea claw.

" If it's mah, all husbands also want tea. "timpal Keken

" The seed of the banana king of quality number one. "the claw of the tea Grandson ,

" Wuih, steady really. How many times a day is tea? "questioningly, somehow their conversation began to lead to things that children were less deserving of hearing

" stop!! " quickly Farah shouted, he came out of the kitchen with a vegetable spoon with a wooden handle." Stop this unfortunate chat, there's a little boy aren't you ashamed!" growled

"It's Far's release, Keken's end starts first anyway!"

"Tock me." Keken began not to accept when the Grandson's tea blamed him. "This is kan__."

"You're the same, both crazy and perverted!" spray Farah. "If you want to talk about anu - anu look at the situation, do not pollute the minds of children who are still holy and do not know it."

"Let's Malika learn again." Keken re-opened the Malika book which was closed by him.

"I'll go home first." Droplets rushed into the house rather than spray Farah.

"Haihihah... Om Keken diomelin Farah's brother." the girl giggled at the sight of Keken being helpless by his wife. And Farah went back into the kitchen.

" Om, if you're diligent?"

"Smart." answered Keken

"Wrong!"

"I'm wrong, then what's the answer."

"The principal of ojeg." he replied. "Well, if mama's busy, I'm told to take ojeg at the base."

Keken chuckled at the absurd answer from the girl's mouth. While Farah patted the eel, the answer to where it was. Malika who he knew always answered with the right answer is not the answer of Keken-style babble.