
On the way home, Cleona forced the driver who was none other than her sister-in-law to stop first in the strawberry garden, because since yesterday the beautiful woman beloved Rapa and Papi Leo had imagined the sensation of picking the red fruit and also remembered the sister who was fond of the spotted fruit.
Leaving Clara who refused to join, Cleona with her clean face entered and immediately took the fruit basket given by the gardener. His eyes sparkled so much that he saw the number of strawberries that were ready to harvest, adding to Cleona's spirit to pluck them that he occasionally put into his mouth, and it seems that he ate more than he put in the basket to weigh.
While Rapa was only watching from a distance while chatting with the plantation owner, wondering about the care of the tree, because Rapa intended to make her own garden in the backyard of the house of the papi, he said, of course to make the wife happy, in addition to the beautiful woman has a job while at home, not just silence and watch television.
Before long, Cleona returned with her originally empty basket now filled with speckled red fruit with a sweet fragrance. Rapa was tempted to taste, but unfortunately her hand was immediately on Cleona's tepis so intent on taking one from the basket ready to weigh. Pelelit was his wife.
“Very much, Cle,” Burma said as soon as he saw his sister-in-law back with a box full of strawberries.
“By making papi sana Priela,” Cleona said as she got in the car and sat in the back seat with her husband.
“Nyicip dong,” pinta Burma extends her hand.
Plaque.
Not the strawberry that Burma can but his palms are numb due to the slap of Cleona. “So good to be a sister-in-law!”
“Don't lo, I invite him not to love,” Rapa thins her lips on the wife who is just indifferent.
“Who told me not to join metik.”
“If I join the metik, then who will take care of my dog, in the cat gondol is dangerous.” Burma gave an excuse as soon as the car in his vehicle started to come out of the parking lot.
“There will be no cats that are used lo,”
Placed.
Clara's hot flickers lay on Rapa's legs stretched forward. “Lo guess I salted fish what!”
“Lo himself who said,” reply Rapa who then immediately pulled his leg before returning to get a flutter from his fierce sister. Then the rest of the journey is filled with debates and laughter due to mocking each other.
the four finally arrived at the residence of the mother once the clock showed at 16:35. And it also happened that the papi with Laura was there, hitching a ride on television with a snack on each lap.
Cleona immediately ran hugging the papi then to her sister while handing the city containing strawberry that had been picked on her beloved sister. Laura of course accepted it with pleasure and immediately devoured the fruit without first washing it, slovenly indeed, but Laura seemed to not care.
“La, do not in all abisin, mother wants to make starawberry cake for snacks later tonight.” Said Lyra who had just returned from her room.
“Five seeds enough bun?” ask Laura who started putting the fruit on the table.
“Five seeds are nothing as big as a basketball,” Lyra walked up to her best friend's youngest child.
“Yes hence, don't five seeds doang!” Laura chuckled amusedly at the irritation the mother had made.
“Yes, better now make the cake, Ella was impatient,” rose from her seat, Laura then pulled the mother to go to the kitchen with a strawberry box that is still faithful in her hands.
“You if your food problem is the clearest, La, kayak papi you.”
“The name is also father and son, bun. Yes times Ella should kayak neighbor.”
“But your brother looks like a neighbor,” said Lyra while going back and forth to pick up the ingredients she would need to make a cake.
Laura chuckled amusedly, so she knew who the neighbor meant. “That's because brother mostly slang equals papi, Bun. Should have been a child in far away so as not to contract.”
“Aww...!” ringis Laura was so in the sense of her back head there was a flickering.
“You think papi virus sampe nular everything!”
Laura did not respond, choosing to return busy cleaning her favorite fruit from the leaves that are still attached before the mother will use it for her cake mixture. “Papi don't eatin keep!” Laura brushed off the hand of her papi who kept picking up the red fruit silently as soon as Laura let her guard down.
“Pelit!”
“Biarin,” Laura sticking out her tongue. “Better now papi go home, keep showering, later new here again if it's time to eat,” said Laura shooing away subtly.
“Papi not shower aja handsome, La, already built-in from orok.” The confidence of men is in fact not also receding even though the age is old.
Staring at the friend who began to sneak, Lyra ruffled her waist while giving her sharp gaze. “Better you go deh, Le before the dough, I spilled into your handsome face lo it!”
“Very bad lo besan,” Leo said with a frown, making Laura and Lyra shudder in disgust.
Ignoring the lonely old man who continued to pestilence, the two beautiful women of different ages chose to ignore and continue the activity of making the cake, until Leo gave up on his own and left willingly.
Still remember not with a lost proverb one grows a thousand? Here are not a thousand, but one, even so both are equally intruders. And perecoki seems to have become a hobby of the old men in this house. Leo had just left and Pandu came straight up with a kiss on the wife's temple, then wrapped his big hand around Lyra's waist.
Laura who witnessed only the head bobble and began to count inwardly, because she knew that soon the subah bursts would…
“Part-go! You don't know what I am anymore?!” annoyed Lyra forcibly took off her husband's hand. “If the cake fails you want the responsibility to create a new one, huh!”
“Emang you want to eat my cake?” tanya Pandu raises her eyebrows. Remember not when pregnant by Rapa, his wife was craving made brownies by him? Until now, Lyra no longer dared to ask for it.
“Okay! I don't want to get poisoned for eating your cake" Lyra snorted and pushed her husband's tall body away.