The Married With Dangerous Boy
26. Cimol Ruckus

Zafran's reddened face held back anger. Two hundred thousand rupiahs were flying for foodstuffs that were not needed for now.

"If you don't know which tapioca flour is, which is wheat flour, why not ask the seller!" zafran's screams echoed across the room.

Ferdi and Laka looked down. Alesha and Martha saw their behavior as if they were looking at a father who was scolding his two children.

"Your husband if in fierce mode nyeremin ya, Sha,"

"Gue just found out Zafran can be angry,"

Martha raised one eyebrow. "New know?"

Alesha nodded.

"Yes too, you're a new kid. I see him almost every day angry. Especially if you have a problem with Gavin. But since your marriage, Zafran reduced his ferocity."

"Wasn?"

Martha nodded. "Then, Zafran had almost killed one of the students at the school during the ceremony just because he accidentally scuttle Zafran's feet. Good thing Gavin soon nolongin the boy, otherwise he would have died."

Alesha closed her mouth in disbelief. "Really, Mar?"

"Yes, unfortunately Gavin's help made Zafran even more angry, and Zafran ended up fighting with Gavin."

Alesha shook her head in disbelief. "Who will win?"

"Zafrani."

Alesha. "Zafran? How can?"

"Lo's husband does have tremendous power. If you're in danger, he can protect you." Martha's words displayed an indescribable smile. The girl turned to look at Zafran, Ferdi, and Laka.

I wish I had a protective man. Inner Martha.

"After mixing with the flour, what to do?" Martha diverted the conversation.

"Here let me go."

Alesha took over the dough. He kneaded the dough calmly. He was trained and became a professional chef. Martha who saw that was stunned.

"Sorry, Bro. But I followed Ferdi. He said you must be happy to get a lot of food," said Laka, but Ferdi considered if Laka had complained between him and Zafran.

Ferdi nudged Laka's shoulder. "Lo will agree, too," Ferdi glanced at Zafran, "said Laka it's a good idea, so I agree too."

Laka melototti Ferdi's. The guy stuck out his tongue. Zafran doesn't know what to do. Because, he himself will certainly do the same thing as Ferdi and Laka.

The guy's massaging his temple. It felt giddy seven roving facing two resourceful short humans like them.

Ferdi and Laka looked at each other. Blame each other through sharp glances and signals.

"Gram!!" martha's loud screams diverted their world.

Zafran, Ferdi, and Laka were gaping. Martha and Alesha ran into the living room.

"Why are you screaming, canned krupuk?" ask Ferdi nge-gas.

Martha panic. He pointed to the kitchen. "I'm exploding!"

"Iwrapped?" cry Zafran, Ferdi, and Laka together. They immediately ran out of the house in a hurry. Afraid that their bodies would be crushed by the explosion.

"Run!!" jerdi shouted at the fidelity.

Zafran pulls Alesha. Panicking, he ran too. Though earlier he was looking for balado spice on the kitchen shelf, but because Martha ran in a hurry, Alesha also ran without knowing the cause.

His heart is beating very fast. His mind was suddenly in chaos. Think about what if all the important items inside the house were burned.

"Zafran, our stuff?"

Zafran. He let go of Alesha's hand and went back inside. While running he runs into Martha with his smiling face. The girl walked away.

"Martha?" Alesha immediately pulled Martha.

"Sha's? Why run out?"

"Fire, it's gonna explode." Alesha answered briefly densely and vaguely to Martha.

"What's the fire?"

"House of Zafran" cried Ferdi right in Martha's ear.

Martha surprised. He reflexively slapped Ferdi's face.

"Oh," said Ferdi holding his cheek. "Mara!" reproofing.

"Lo gagetin me!" shouted Martha no less loudly.

Alesha and Laka looked at each other. Their gazes were flat. "They're sounding the sound of an explosion, huh, Lak?"

Laka nodded slowly.

"Mar?" zafran's call distracts them.

The guy just had a helmet. Alesha was astonished, of the many important items, why was only the helmet brought?

"What?"

"Cimoles."

Everyone stared at Martha in frustration.

"Lo screamed in a crisp voice just because of the cimol?" Ferdi nodded in disbelief.

"Yes, because I'm shocked."

"So, my house isn't a fire?" ask Alesha.

"No, it's the cimole that exploded, not the gas." Martha relax. That girl grinned the horse. The look of his friends was very unpleasant.

Martha took a step back. Then he ran into the kitchen. Alesha and Ferdi go after Martha. They wanted to get back at him because it made them panic.

Zafran wears a helmet. Laka's forehead forms wrinkles. "Why are you wearing a helmet?"

"To protect my head from explosions,"

"What explosion?"

"The chimol explosion."

...***...

"Lo still mad at me?"

"Hm,"

"I'm not wrong,"

Alesha glanced at Zafran sharply. The man changed his surprised expression. Alesha's gaze really made her guts shrink.

Alesha turned her face. Zafran took his breath in. Only because her beloved umbrella was damaged by the exploding cooking oil, Alesha became very angry.

Zafran only wanted to protect himself from oil. He's wearing a helmet. She had also covered herself with an umbrella, but Alesha was even angry. Alesha should be proud to have a smart husband like her.

"Why are you mad, Sha?" Zafran touched his two index fingers several times while looking down.

"Why?" Alesha raised her octave.

Zafran was shocked until he fell to the floor because the man was sitting on the bedside.

"Lo's broken umbrella giving Mama tau no!" Alesha ruffled waist. He glared at Zafran.

"You can buy it again,"

"Lo thinks it's easy? Mama gave me that umbrella from Paris, Zafran!" bawdy.

"Are you able to replace the original umbrella from Paris that cost almost 25 million? Huh uh?"

"Can" said Zafran briefly.

Alesha widened her eyes. Didn't expect Zafran to answer lightly. But Alesha must not be off guard, he must be firm so that Zafran does not damage his belongings anymore.

"Tonight as well? Can you change?"

Zafran stood up from his seat. He's back in bed. The man approached Alesha's face within five inches and supported her with his hands.

"What can I not do?" Zafran raised one eyebrow.

"You ask me to buy all the parachute shops in Paris at once, I can afford."

"As long as one condition,"

Alesha gulped her saliva. He became curious about Zafran's words. Can he really? After all Alesha did not want that, all Alesha wanted was one word of apology from Zafran's mouth.

That'sallthatis. Not more. Alesha only lied about the gift as well as the nominal umbrella. Because in fact, Alesha bought the umbrella on the market Monday with the price of two recovered five thousand rupiah only.

But Zafran took it seriously. Alesha became interested in nailing him. After all, it is not possible in just one night, Zafran can go to Paris.

"What's the condition?"

"My rights as a husband."

Alesha blinked slowly. "You mean?"

Zafran is getting closer. Alesha is retreating.

"The condition is, behave like you as a wife. You have to know what a wife should do for her husband."

Alesha stayed for a moment.

"No! I'm not ready!" Alesha bobbing head fast. The girl immediately hid her body in a thick blanket.

Zafran held back the laughter of seeing the purple red on his face. Isn't Zafran right? Alesha should be kind and polite to the husband as it is the duty of a wife.

Serving the husband well. Sharing joy together. Always telling fun things. Get rid of each other's egos, and pay attention to each other.

But it seems Alesha misinterpreted Zafran's remarks. The guy tells him, even though he knows what it's like to be a man who lives alone with a woman is very torturous, but Zafran will protect Alesha.

He did not want to hurt Alesha in the slightest. Forever, never will be.

I'll try to make you happy, Alesha.