THE CELL PHONES OF MY TWO HUSBANDS
Fried Rice

That night, Zahra and Davis. Sitting in the living room, watching television. Not long after, Keysa came to them.

Zahra, just glanced at Keysa. Looking at Davis's face, Zahra revealed her smile.

"Nights like this, it's good to eat fried rice". Davis said, glancing towards Zahra.

"Sir, I can cook fried rice for you". Keysa, immediately replied to Davis. Incidentally, I'm good at cooking. It's fitting, I can take Mr. Davis' heart bit by bit, it's finally mine.

"Well, that's right, definitely cook you very good". Zahra, also chimed in. Hahahah. Oh, can't be bestie...

Davis, just pissed pissed off at his wife. "No, I want you to cook for me. Is not you my wife. Hmmmm..." Ck, he might refuse what I want.

"Master, let me do the cooking. Kasian Bu Zahra, cook for you. Must be his hand later, so rough". Keysa, quickly. She smiled sweetly, looking at Davis's face.

Zahra, surprised to hear Keysa's words. When she calls herself, she is called Mom. "Haha, that's right, my husband. Where you want, I cook for you. Didn't he deserve to do that. Later my hands, broken and scuffed". Zahra, play her lentic fingers. Very great himself, calling with the word Ma'am.Am I as old as that what? the caterpillar.

"You want to make some fried rice, sir? Let me make it". Keysa asked, angering Davis. Why would Mr Davis, not want to? let me make it, so Zahra is jealous to see what I'm doing to you.

"Zahrah...!!!". Davis, just say his name.

Zahra, just rolled her eyeballs lazily. "Well, I'll cook for you guys,". Javan Zahra, he got up from his seat. Look at what I did, what a coincidence I had a prank idea. Zahra's sharp grin, she headed straight for the kitchen.

Davis, a small smile, saw his wife heading to the kitchen. The wife will cook for him.

"Sir, I'm going to the kitchen first. To help Zahra's mother,". Keysa, ask permission to leave. At least I, look for face first so that Davis, admire me.

"No need, one more thing you have to obey. Call my wife, as Miss Zahra. She is my wife, whom you must obey" Davis said, coincidentally Zahra heard her husband's words.

Davis and Keysa were surprised to see Zahra carrying two plates and a glass. He put it on the table, with a sweet smile. Why are you looking at me like that, hemm.certainly you are confused and surprised, ahahaha inner Zahra.

After putting everything down, Zahra went to the kitchen again. Maybe something was taken, seeing Zahra go there was a sense of relief in Davis' heart.

A few minutes later, from the kitchen. Zahra, carrying two cans of sprite drink and a bowl filled with ice cubes. Surely you are confused, what am I doing. Inner Zahra, she giggled laughing in her heart.

When he reached the living room table, Zahra put the ice cubes into the glass. Afterwards, he poured the sprite water into the glass. It looked fresh, but only two glasses.

Keysa, seems confused by Zahra's way. Why no glasses and plates, for him.

Ting.... Nong.....Ting... Nongs..

The doorbell rang, marked that there were guests outside.

"A little while, I opened the door. It may have come, what are we waiting for". Smrik Zahra's smile. With footsteps, he headed for the main door.

Davis, feel something bad. What did Zahra do, didn't she cook? Don't-don't, he bought from outside.inner Davis.

I'm sure Zahra doesn't cook for her husband. Unless he's buying from the outside, you have a lazy wife. Or maybe he can't cook. Good, I can get close to Mr. Davis. It could have been with my attention, to ease the pace of becoming Mrs Davis. Inner Keysa.

"Alhamdulillah, it has come. I open up, sorry, husband. I'm so lazy to cook, better buy it. Oh, your money is so much". Zahra said, no more ba-bi-bu. As for Davis, just sighing heavily.

Davis, see Zahra preparing the food. He very painstakingly opened the fried rice, and put it on his plate.

"You take your own plates and your drinking water". Zahra said, cynically. He put down the bag of fried rice, which he ordered.

With a heavy heart, Davis bribed the food into his mouth. "Yumu.... Uuhukk... uuhuukkk". Davis said he drank the water. All right, I'll follow the way you play.inner Davis.

"Whatever I am too, Pedas Miss Zahra". Ask Keysa, straight away. Quickly Zahra, nodded her head.

"Don't you guys, don't take it spicy. Waw. If you can't stand it, let me spend it. Honey, if it's thrown away. I can, reorder". Zahra, pull the plate from her husband.

As soon as Davis, prevent zahra. "No need, I'll spend it". Davis, put the food back in his mouth.

"Master, don't eat. I can cook for you, much better". Keysa, offer to have him cook for Davis.

"Right, what are you saying. Don't be forced, if you can't stand the pain". Smrik Zahra's smile, he put food back in his mouth. No sign of anything, no more spiciness.

"No need, sometime. You order this food, as long as you eat with you". Davis's smile, upset Zahra because her plan didn't work.

Shit, why isn't he angry? He was able to survive, even though it was very spicy fried rice. Look at the sweat, as big as corn. Inner Zahra, she again feeds her food.

"My wife, get me some water". Davis's blink of an eye.

"I'll get it, sir. Let Miss Zahra, cut her food". Keysa, immediately replied to Davis.

"No need, I want my wife to prepare what I want". Reject Davis, firmly.

Zahra went and got some water for her husband. This is Davis' chance to taste Zahra's fried rice.

When you taste the fried rice, it belongs to the zahra. He smiled a little, and he knew that Zahra's property wasn't as spicy as his. You pranked Zahra, look what my revenge was. Davis, smile her.

Zahra, head straight to the living room. He poured sprite water into the glass. "Thank you, wife. After eating, we go to the room. I've got something for you,". Whisper Davis, but Zahra nodded her head immediately.

Keysa, forced to devour food bought by Zahra. Although very spicy, his face was already flushed and sweat on his forehead.

"I can't finish the fried rice, I can't stand it so spicy". Keysa, put down his spoon violently.

Zahra, just nodded her head and continued her eating. she bodo very, whatever Keysa wants.