The Married With Dangerous Boy
13. Chili Basket

The feather duster swept away the flies that roamed around. Feathers made from high-quality chicken feathers are certainly very effective in the expulsion of wayward animals. Not only flies, cockroaches, frogs, even snakes will retreat if exposed to fine fur.

This time, he would use his treasured duster to help with the expulsion of the market's arch-enemy.

The girl drives away the flies, "cabe-cabe," Martha's distinctive voice echoed throughout the market.

"Cabe isn't just any chili,"

"High quality chillies, unlike cheap chillies,"

"This is hot chili, not chili-cabean who likes to show off the body when not hot,"

"Let's buy, let's buy,"

"On guarantee it's spicy and makes the nose runny."

Martha sells almost all types of chili. Red cayenne pepper, green cayenne pepper, curly chili, and so on. As the son of a hot pepper salesman at the market, whenever he had some free time after school, Martha always helped her mother sell chili.

Sometimes he also joined his father gardening chili in the rice fields, but if he harvested without special gloves, his hands would always be hot for three days or even a week.

Because Martha is currently free, and her friends are busy, so Martha spends her time selling chili owned by her parents.

On the same day, Alesha and Zafran's family were preoccupied with their wedding preparations. Both should have been in the pingitan period, but Alesha ran away because she was bored.

"Martha?"

Martha looks up. Lips expand. Alesha half ran towards him while waving her hands.

"Woy Alesha," he shouted making everyone turn their heads. "Did you come here?"

Alesha stood beside Martha. Incidentally there is a seat that is quite long, enough to be the seat Alesha. "Gue join the house."

"Aren't you picked up?"

Alesha threw a plastic fan belonging to Martha's grandmother. "Gue's a real boy, not a collect boy!"

"I mean pingit," Martha grinned wide. He picked up a plastic fan that fell.

"Yes, but I ran away,"

"Bare too lo,"

"Let's go, I'm still in the room. I'm helping you sell, right?"

"If you want, please."

Martha picked and picked out the rotten chili in different places. Because of the principles parents are taught to him, it is better to be expensive but high quality than cheap but low quality. So, they separate the chili that is not food worthy not to be sold.

Therefore, chili products owned by his parents are always crowded sellers in the morning. Usually many vegetable sellers who have queued before dawn to buy typical Martha chili.

But because it is now near noon, buyers are not too crowded.

"Wear these gloves," Martha gave Alesha special gloves.

"Pick the rotten chili you keep putting here."

Alesha nodded.

"How many cabe?" ask a buyer who can be said to be rich just by his looks.

Huge gold earrings hanging in ears, long golden necklaces, some neatly lined bracelets almost filled his arms and also a striking bling-bling suit.

My chili rival, Martha's inner.

"65 thousand,"

"It's really expensive,"

"Obviously, my chili is expensive quality unlike yours," Martha let down her voice as she said 'you', "unqualified chili-cabean."

"I'm a rich man, you should give me a discount!"

"Eh-eh, rich people ask for a discount. You're really rich what's a chameleon-rich treasure?" satirize Martha with her distinctive chirping voice.

"Mar," Alesha scolded with laughter.

"I am certainly rich,"

"Yaudah if you are rich do not need to worry about the price of high quality chilli. Rich people bargain, buy things without seeing the price!"

"Like me, I bought it. I bought about 45 grand!"

"No-no! Loss my dong!"

"Jude 50 grand,"

"If so I give the price of 75 thousand,"

"Cock more expensive?" sewotnya.

"Like me, I sell. I sold about 75 thousand," Martha reversed her remark.

"I want to buy, not brawl, if you're not polite I go!"

"Go aja sono," expel Martha relaxed.

"I'd rather shop somewhere else than here. The seller is dirty, not pretty, judes anyway." He pulled his hair and left Martha's place.

"Sembrono you say! I'm throwing rotten chilies to know your taste!"

He turned his ass-ass face. "Current, dirty."

"Damn it, people!"

Martha turned to Alesha. "Oncea?"

"Hm?"

"Lo will help me, right?"

Alesha nodded. Martha gave a handful of rotten chilies in her hand.

"Help me throw the devil!"

"Huh? Throw it? Not afraid of loss?"

Martha did not answer, seeing her figure that such an insignificance made Martha's bar-bar nature have to come out.

"Devil you!" Martha threw some rotten chilies at him. The woman looks angry and prying but Martha does not care, even the chili held by Alesha back she took and thrown at him.

"Well, how's it taken, I keep throwing what?"

Martha gave a bamboo basket of a sizeable size. "Now, throw it."

Martha and Alesha stopped their activities when they heard the hoarse and heavy voice of the person.

"Who threw this?"

The guy's lifting the basket. Alesha and Martha widened her eyes perfectly.

"Gavin?" pekik both.

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Alesha runs while hiding herself from Gavin's sight. Gavin knew that he was the one who threw him a bamboo basket. But because Gavin's eyes feel spicy, now the guy goes to the bathroom washing his face.

Martha told him to leave the market. Alesha still had plenty of time to escape. Before he fled, he scolded Martha.

"Martha is insolent!"

"He's the one with the problem, I'm the one!"

Alesha kicked the rock as hard as possible until it hit an object to make a reflection sound.

"This is Gavin's business again,"

"If he doesn't know my face, I can be free,"

"But.."

Alesha walked quickly with her head down the street. He glanced around while covering his face a little.

"Gue knows your face,"

Alesha raised her head slowly. It's tickling. "G-gavin?"

Gavin releases the hand that covers his forehead. There was blood and wounds there.

"First, throw the basket. Second, throw stones. What punishment do you want?"

Alesha gulped her hard-earned saliva. It turned out that the reflection sound was coming from Gavin's forehead. That guy was already in front of Alesha a moment ago.

A chili lands perfectly on Alesha's jidat. He turned to the side, a Martha stuck out her middle finger and said, "bego!"

"Why is Lo still here?" muttered Martha.

"Gue ran away," he said without a sound.

Martha patted her own eel. Alesha did not understand what Martha meant, but why the sale of Martha chili can move places in one stroke?

Alesha eye-catching all corners of the traditional market. There was no difference at all when he came here for the first time. Alesha still remembered clearly, how the side of the market was located when he entered.

"Tog-"

"Yes?"

Martha tousled waist. Both of his heads let out two curly red chili horns. His nose was emitting smoke.

"ALESHA! YOU'RE LOOKING DEAD!!"

Not only Alesha's ears, but Gavin's ears and the rest of the market visitors were in pain to hear the sound of a bell coming out of Martha's mouth.

"WHY ARE YOU EVEN BACK HERE!"

"WANT ME TO SAY RUDE, O GOD!!"

Martha kept screaming. He is upset with Alesha. Instead of running away, he instead surrounded the market and finally appeared again near the initial entrance. It turns out the girl ran around the road.

Alesha looked back at Gavin. The guy looked at him. One of his eyebrows raised by one.

Alesha scratched her non-itchy head while grinning wide. "Sorry, Vin. G-gue accidentally. That was Martha's crazy idea."

"Not intentionally twice?"

Alesha gulped her saliva. He forced a smile as he saw the red blood flowing in Gavin's jidat. "L-yes," he said.

Gavin.

"Three more days, give me one breakfast box," Gavin approached Alesha's ears. "If you don't, you'll know the consequences!"

After saying that, Gavin turned around and paused his intention to shop here.

"Three more days?"

"After my wedding?"

Alesha patted her own eel. He bit his lower lip. "What if Zafran knows? Can't do me,"

"Where is Gavin's enemy."

Martha ran towards Alesha. "Gavin said what? He's mad at you?"

Alesha. Martha stroked his chest.

"It's a good thing you're free."

"What free!!" yelled Alesha, Martha grew shocked.

"Don't tell me you're the next victim?"

Alesha suddenly cried hysterically. "Martha, please help me, how should I?"

"Yes lacquer,"

"Martha!!" furious Alesha.

Martha chuckled, "Sorry, for throwing an epic lo because of my basket, I'll help you."

Alesha stopped her crying. Eyes sparkling. "Really?"

Martha nodded, "Seriously."

"Whether I hold your words, beware you don't nolongin me."

Martha nodded confidently. "What is the punishment?"

Alesha smiled mischievously. He whispered something to her. Martha breaks up. He pushed Alesha's shoulder. The girl laughed, and Alesha ran before Martha's voice broke her eardrum.

"ALESHA, I KILLED LO!"

"Gue doesn't lie, he loves his punishment. You have to do that!" he was running in the middle.

Martha bit her fingernails. "Suapin Gavin eat? Mending me handing myself over to the tiger instead of having to bribe the king of the forest."