The Devil Husband's
CHAPTERS 30. THE BUMIL PRAYER
Jihan's steps came to a halt in the middle of the stairs, her pair of black beads gnawing repeatedly with gaping mouths. He rubbed his eyes to open his eyes. And it turns out that nothing is wrong.
The husband's lovable body moved both hands in front of the stove, completely shocking him. Not sure what the husband was cooking, Jihan could not see it clearly.
"Tiger cook? Huh! Really?" jihan murmured asked himself.
He also accelerated his steps towards the kitchen. Still dumbfounded, Jihan stood right next to Tiger while peering into the frying pan.
"Can you cook?" mumble Jihan.
"Shit!" squealing Tiger stepped up to hear the voice of the woman. Even his arm had already lifted the spatulla and was about to hit Jihan.
Jihan's reflexes covered her face with both hands without shifting her body. While Tiger snorted in annoyance, "Sial! Just ngagetin!" decaknya again fermented the almost cooked fried rice.
Both of Jihan's hands dropped slowly, "Yes sorry. Not intentionally!" sahut Jihan with a nosebleed of guilt, he leaned his butt on the kitchen table, looked jury in the master chef race who was watching his participants.
"Dream-rich, an almost old young master is now cooking egg-fried rice in the middle of the night. Coupled with slices of sausage, cabbage, a little sprinkling of fried onions. Hmmm .. The smell invites hungry stomachs!" Jihan shook off the still steaming smoke, inhaling the aroma of the fried rice deeply.
Tiger flicked Jihan's forehead pretty hard. "Whisper! That's rice, 'will stay hot in sardines or make that easy omelette. This is not even eating!" tiger grumbled and turned off the stove.
Jihan hissed while rubbing her reddened forehead. "Sick, god. That's what rice masakin si Rico. I can't eat fish. It smelled nauseous" he pursed his lips.
Tiger twisted his body, his eyebrows interlocked with probing gazes. "Rico?"
"Huum. I can't. But relax, later if Bi Sari has worked again, I ask to be taught." Jihan parsed a smile while raising her eyebrows.
The man's face was a little more relaxed. He raised one arm, scrambling the top of Jihan's head. "Yaudah, now ready at the table. I'll take a shower!" the thread then breezed away with relaxed steps.
The touch of the hand made Jihan stare, her eyes still staring at the back of Tiger who was not wrapped in any cloth.
"Swimming, Jihan. Calem. Don't baper and don't fall asleep! Stay strong, for the sake of the beloved!" muttered Jihan rubbed her stomach while looking down.
He immediately took out two dishes and placed them on the dinner table. After that, prepare a drink as well. This time he prefers mango juice in packs that just pour it in a glass.
Before long, Tiger had gone down with a tight white shirt wrapped in his sturdy body combined with knee-length shorts, which felt comfortable to wear while resting. Jihan was already sitting sweetly on the chair while staring at Tiger's fried rice.
"Wait for you. Happy eating!" the woman began to cry out the food she thought was special.
Tiger rested his arms on the table, staring at Jihan who was waiting for the reaction and judgment from the woman. Jihan chewed with a serious expression.
"Where?" tiger asked impatiently.
"It seems like something is lacking" he replied then turned his head after swallowing the first bribe.
"What?" Tiger listened carefully.
"Less a lot!" he clasped both hands, stomping his legs. It's too much fun as a kid getting a toy.
Instantly the man snorted in annoyance. He began his dinner quietly and elegantly. Jihan clapped so enthusiastically. "Why can you cook so well? Didn't expect! It turns out that this creepy Mr. Tiger is multitalent," his cerocos again enjoyed the fried rice mouthful.
Tiger returned to give a jolt on Jihan's forehead. "Well! It's really noisy. You can't eat, don't use sound!" furious Tiger squinted his eyes sharply.
"That hurts! Where is his fault?" he rubbed his forehead.
"Quick spend, keep sleeping again!"
'So, who is pregnant anyway? Moodyan should be pregnant. This is my family, where do I not want to do it anymore! Cave doain lu who nausea vomiting, dizziness and pegel-pegel deh! Crazy wants to doang!' his grunts in the heart feed the food with annoyance until the toilet.
"Mhmphh!" Tiger suddenly felt something tear through his entrails.
'O Lord, how wonderful is the bumil prayer! Directly paid cash!' Jihan tapped on the spoon involuntarily while holding back a laugh.
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