Sharing Love: Between Us
Chapter.176 Porridge
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"Awsha! Sick tau, Bang!" Riksa was indeed his forehead that was patted using Keenan's palm, as soon as he turned around while carrying the plate.
"Enak, yes .. ngedumelin husband himself," said Keenan, with a sharp look.
'Ish, why should I be caught anyway?'
"Who told Abang nyebelin?" said Riska indifferently. He looked at the pity of Keenan who was right in front of him.
Keenan shook his head amusedly, his wife had always been so, not to lose when arguing. Living together with Riska makes Keenan already began to know the habits of his wife. What else Riska is not the type of woman who pretends to be gentle in front of men.
"What do you bring plates for?" keenan asked, he walked towards the shelf of the bowl storage, picked up two pieces and walked back to the front of Riska. Take the plate in his wife's hand and replace it with a bowl.
"I buy porridge, it's not good to eat a plate," he said right in front of Riska's face.
"I don't know if you're buying porridge," murmured Riska while continuing her steps towards the dining table.
Keenan did not wait, he sat in his chair, drinking water that had been prepared by his wife, while waiting for Riska to finish preparing the porridge.
Riska began to pour the porridge and prepare all the complements in the bowl that she had brought.
Riska prepared for her husband before hers, and she placed the bowl of porridge in front of Keenan.
Pulling the chair beside him for Riska to sit down, as she saw that his wife had finished preparing her porridge and threw the former wrapper into the trash can in the kitchen.
They eat in their own way, Keenan who likes to eat porridge without stirring and Riska who stir all the porridge complements, including crackers before eating it.
"You can eat the porridge in the stir so, Ris?" keenan asked, looking at Riska who was squeezing crackers and sprinkling them on the porridge, then giving the sambal, last stirring everything into one.
"Yes, let it all go in and the terrace in just one spoon" Riska replied, as she continued to stir the porridge.
Keenan shuddered amusedly, looking at the porridge in Riska's bowl, it was like seeing someone else's m*nntahan.
Riska smiled, seeing that Keenan was the type who did not stir the porridge, she deliberately scooped the spoon containing the porridge and ate it slowly, so that Keenan could see clearly.
Keenan immediately turned his face away, avoiding Riska's ignorance which certainly would lower his appetite.
"Emh, this is really delicious," said Riska with a slightly exaggerated style.
"Riska, stop! You're deliberately going to make me not eat?" said Keenan, he could no longer bear to see how to eat Riska porridge.
"Who told you, brother, how can I eat?" indifferent Riska while returning to feed one more spoonful of porridge.
'Same one' Riskaa smiled inwardly, as it managed to upset Keenan.
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A few moments later Riska is now struggling in front of the stove, cooking for the husband who no longer wants to eat porridge because of his own actions.
Keenan forces Riska to cook and threatens to eat her back if she refuses.
'Barebelin! Why did he become mesumbegini anyway?' gertu Riska is cooking omlet for her husband.
Keenan sat at the dining table waiting for his wife to finish cooking, he smiled triumphantly, as he recalled the incident just moments ago.
Flashbacks
Keenan put his spoon beside the bowl, then leaned his body on the chair while looking at Riska who was still cool eating porridge.
Riska put the glass on the table and then turned her gaze to Keenan, she frowned when she saw the porridge in her husband's bowl was still intact.
"Abang, don't eat?" asked Riska, she had not noticed Keenan since he was engrossed in his food, his stomach was already charging to fill up since then, making him too excited.
"I don't want to eat any more porridge, I want to eat something else" Keenan replied casually.
"Or maybe I'd better just eat you again, how?" he moved while twisting one of his eyes.
Deg.
Riska's body immediately looked up, as soon as she heard Keenan's words. 'What is the mascd, my body just felt better and now he wants to do it again? No-no, I don't want to!'
"I can't, I don't want to!" geleng Riska's.
"Then how? I'm still hungry, it's all because you made my appetite disappear. Now you have to take responsibility" Keenan said, putting one hand under his chin with his thumb beside his lower lip and playing it. His gaze traced the entire body of the wife full of interest.
Riska shuddered in horror at the style of her husband who was almost the same as the naughty men she often saw on television. 'Why did he become so sick?'
"I'm fine, make it instead. How's it?" proposed Risk.
Keenan smiled faintly, he enjoyed every nervous and fearful expression from his wife, when he was not really willing to do it anymore. He just likes to judge Riska who he thinks is so innocent and easy to trust with others.
"How, huh? Looks like you are more tempting than food," said Keenan still faithfully menjahili Riska.
"No, I don't want to! I'm sure, there's nothing else!" Riska said as she picked up the bowl and walked quickly towards the kitchen, avoiding Keenan.
Keenan blocked his lips with a fist so that his laughter would not explode, as soon as he saw Riska move away.
"Jeez, Riska-Riska .. You can always make me happy without even joking," Keenan said softly.
Flash back off
"Now, is it? I want to get ready for the boutique" Riska said as she put the omlet in front of Keenan.
"No, Brother Nindi has given you a day off." Keenan held Riska's hand and told her to sit down.
Riska looked at Keenan with a puzzled look. "When did Mba say that?"
Riska just realized that she hasn't seen her phone since.
"So, when Brother Ezra called," Keenan replied.
Earlier this morning Ezra had called to ask the condition of his sister, he was even able to sleep after the morning, because he thought about the fate of Keenan which he hung on Riska's decision.
Ayu's husband, was only able to breathe a sigh of relief, as Keenan said what happened all night, although not everything, but, Ezra already understood what his sister meant.
Riska nodded and then sat quietly while waiting for her husband to eat.
Keenan ate slowly while enjoying the beautiful face in front of him, he had been fascinated with the food Riska had made, ever since he first tasted it.
All the ingredients chosen by Riska felt so well-fitting on her tongue. Until he can't find that sm flavor out there.
If only this morning he had no pity to see Riska who was in pain because of her actions last night, maybe he would not want to order a meal outside, he would have been happier if his wife cooked.
But apparently, as a result of Riska yaang berlah, he can eat his wife's cooking even with a little threat. Also punishment as the reason for his disguised request.
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