Suddenly Husband Wife
Shrimp allergy

Before returning home, Kim gave a gift to Sraya in the form of a black magic card issued officially and exclusively by the bank.

How to get a black card is not like a regular credit card application, because this card is exclusive so it is only intended for priority customers.

"Grandfather was too much to give me that card, Mom."

Sraya looked at Akram's face. Her handsome husband looked dozens of times more handsome while wearing reading glasses and staring at a maacbook in serious fashion.

"You can make the card if you want, because your own grandfather who means you make nerima," said Akram folding his macbook and focus on Sraya.

"I haven't thought of it yet, after all my husband is a rich man. So I have no reason to make that card yet" replied Sraya who made Akram smile.

If other women might immediately take advantage of what facilities will be obtained when issuing the magic card. Expensive shopping, VIP service, closing a store to be able to shop in person and much more.

"My wife is a stingy person like yourself" cried Akram.

Whether it was satire or a compliment, he hugged his wife and kissed her several times on her cheek.

"Mas, it's ah. Amused," cried Sraya.

"Mas gemes, you know."

"Will I have lunch now?" ask Sraya to stop her husband's actions.

"Hmm ... What do you want to cook, sister?"

"In the refrigerator is still leftover shrimp and kale, Mas. I haven't been shopping weekly."

"Jude, how about lunch when we go shopping?"

"Mas, I also want to buy ingredients to make a cake." Sraya was struggling in Akram's arms.

"May-maybe .. but you have to kiss Mas first," pinta Akram.

Sraya kissed Akram's cheeks right and left, her husband's nose, forehead, and last lips. Before her husband asked for more from her, Sraya rushed to the kitchen to cook.

"Well, I'm running away, brother. I haven't returned your kiss" said Akram chuckling.

"Don't want to, I won't be cooking" Sraya shouted from the kitchen.

Sraya cleaned the shrimp and plucked the leaves of kale which is good for cooking, then he sliced some seasoning and smoothed it with cooper.

The aroma of the seasoning was very fragrant when Sraya started cooking. Making Akram very curious about his wife who was busy in the kitchen, Akram approached Sraya and hugged her from behind.

"From the aroma alone must be delicious this wife's cooking, Mas." Akram buried his face in the niche of Sraya's neck.

"Mas, I'm cooking again!" protested Sraya.

"You cook, I don't bother you."

Sraya only glanced at her husband, and no longer paid attention to Akram's actions. Sraya deftly added some herbs and oyster sauce to enrich the taste of the shrimp he was cooking.

"Mas, try the tasting how does it feel?"

Akram received a spoon feed from Sraya and felt the results of his wife's cooking are very delicious and fit on the tongue.

"Good boy, whatever cuisine you make is always good." He praised his wife's cooking and dyed Sraya's smooth cheeks.

Ting.

As the bell rang, Akram released a hug on Sraya and casually headed for the door to open it. Look Amel on a small screen next to the door of the sophisticated Akram apartment.

"Assalamualaikun, Mas," said Amel with his bright smile as Akram opened the door.

"Walaikumsalam, Mel," Akram replied.

Sraya who had started arranging the food he cooked to the dining table saw the arrival of Amel.

"Online taxi, Mba. I called Mas Akram to get him answered" replied Amel.

"Sorry mel, Mas ga danger. I helped Sraya cook," answered Akram flatly.

Amel put on an ordinary attitude and tried to smile when his heart was upset because Akram did not answer his phone. Especially when he saw Sraya pouring rice for Akram in reply to Akram's kiss on the back of Sraya's hand.

"Mel, I'm dumb. Wash our hands and we eat the same," Sraya said.

Amel just nodded his head and followed Sraya.

"What cooking is it?" amel asked as he sat his ass on the dining chair.

"Mba cook shrimp pasture sauce same saute kale, Mel."

Amel looked at the shrimp that Sraya was cooking. He hesitated to eat it because he was allergic to that kind of food, but not a severe allergy. Then he smiled and wanted to take the unity of Sraya cuisine.

Sraya was about to sit down but he paused because Sagara sounded crying, he swiftly approached his adopted son in the room.

"Mother's son is awake. Why, Son. Sagara's thirsty huh?" sraya asked the baby who could not do anything.

Sraya makes Sagara formula milk and brings it to the dining table. He saw Amel wiping Akram's mouth with tissue because there was a sauce in the corner of Akram's lips.

Sraya cleared his throat making Amel smile meaningfully staring at the arrival of Sraya, Akram who saw Sraya carrying Sagara immediately pulled a chair for his wife to sit.

"The habit is very good if you like eating straws. Tuh, Amel until the hassles of mouthwashing, Mas," Sraya said to Amel.

"I'm sorry, Mba. I was reflex cleaner in Mas Akram's mouth." Amel crept soft tissue former Akram and a defiant smile.

"The food you make is always good. It's so great to eat your cooking, brother."

Sraya smiled with satisfaction at Akram's praise and glanced at Amel who was a little upset. He did not want to be off guard from the little girl who wanted to disturb his little family.

"Sik, you eat with Mas. Here's the bribe mas, you must be the laper as well as the cooking. Sagara is awake too." Akram bribes Sraya.

"Dad's son is also a lager?" Akram invites Sagara to chat and feed Sraya again.

Amel who saw it immediately spent his meal and paid first to the room, after lunch Akram and Sraya prepared to go shopping.

Sraya is always happy to wear a knee-length dress, she daubed a blushon on her smooth cheeks and peach-colored lipstick to make her look fresh.

Akram himself chose a black t-shirt that wrapped his sixpack body with blue jeans dongker that looks casual. Sraya did not forget to dress Sagara with adorable baby clothes, shoes and hats.

"Where are you going?" asked Amel who was watching tv in the family room.

"Mel, leave the apartment. I'm the same Mas Akram wants to go for a while shopping weekly," replied Sraya.

"Loh, I'm not saying anything. You know, Amel wants to come along too."

"We're dying, Mel." Sraya patted Amel's shoulder before it passed.

"Amel was afraid to stay alone, Mom." Amel looked at Akram with a wailing look.

"Don't be afraid Mel, later also if you have started to ngekost will stay alone. Yeah, count getting used to it from now on." Sraya wrapped his hands around Akram's waist and looked at Amel.

"Sraya is right Mel, yaudah Mas and Mba go first ya daft."

Akram and Sraya leave Amel alone in the apartment. Sraya's words to get her used to living by herself were very piercing to her feelings, moreover she was not given the opportunity to come with them.

Amel's estimate is correct. A few hours after eating Sraya's cooking, a red rash appeared on Amel's body. But he did not panic because he had prepared an allergy medicine that he always brought and immediately drank it. No matter sacrifice a little, the important thing is that later he will get the attention of Akram.

He put on his sad face and made a call to Akram's number.

..."Why Mel?" ask Akram across there....

"Mas, can you go home now? Body amel rash red, like amel got allergic because of eating shrimp."