Twins A And Miss Cheriwis
Chapters. 398
"Look easy, baby. No need to run and hurry. I don't want you to get hurt from running" whispered Abash, who was already embracing his wife's waist.
Sifa looked towards her husband. The woman smiled a little with a breath that was a little dull from running earlier.
"Mas, what should I buy?" sifa asked her husband's opinion, it seems that she is still confused even though there are some items in her hands.
"Buy whatever you like, baby. After all, the money I love is still small. It might even be less if spent for an hour," Abash said, making Sifa look at him sharply. No. gabe. That's called waste!
"Mas, for me, five million is a lot, yes."
"Yes, honey. I-i know. Now, just choose which one to buy?" abash said while pointing at the sellers along this road.
"You can also buy everything and distribute it to your friends" continued Abash who made Sifa look back at the husband.
"Seriously, Mom? Can I buy souvenirs for my friends too?" sifa asked excitedly and enthusiastically.
"Yes, honey. You can buy them for anyone. All that matters to me is your happiness. I don't care if you want to spend my money whatever, the most important thing is that you are happy,”.
Sifa smiled sweetly. "Thank you very much, Mommy."
Sifa also chose funny knickknacks. From necklaces, bracelets, rings, headbands, clothes, bags, shoes, fabrics, and many others. Until without the woman knowing, if she had spent ten million rupiah. His hands were no longer fit to carry these items.
"Hmm, what else did you buy, Mom?" sifa asked Abash, because the money that Abash gave to Sifa was still quite a lot.
Remind him once again, Abash told the wife to spend it. So ... don't waste it. Hehe.
Sifa turned to Abash, then the woman again felt guilty, when she saw Abash was like a porter carrying six large plastic bags, where the contents were Sifa groceries. Also with his hand that has held several bags containing souvenirs that he will share later if he returns later.
"As far as you are, baby. Most importantly the money I love has to run out. If I need to add more," replied Abash.
Sifa looked at her husband's reddened hands. It seems Abash objected to carrying his bag. "Mas, you've brought this much, when I have to add it again anyway?" lirih Sifa quietly.
"No problem, honey. I can still do it," lied Abash. Though the man had felt if his fingers were about to be dislodged, because Sifa's groceries were very much and heavy. His hands were sore and often cramped, lucky his fingers were still strong enough to carry all that and he hoped that he would be able to take him to the hotel.
Indeed, all the items are fairly small, but if the small ones are stacked into lots, it is also heavy.
Sifa seemed to think, she knew that her husband must be lying right now. Sifa could see from the veins of Abash's hand that poked out, indicating that the items carried by the man were very heavy.
"Mas, get down the groceries," said Sifa who was followed by the husband.
"Why, baby?" abash asked confusedly.
Sifa grabbed the husband's hand and saw that Abash's palm had been flushed and the rope from the bag he had been carrying. Even to the point of being like a rope.
"Mas, does this hurt?" sifa asked who had caressed Abash's palm.
"No, baby. It doesn't hurt."
Sifa looked at the husband whose face had turned red. Probably because of the heat. "Don't lie to you, Mum. This must be really painful, right?" Sifa blew her husband's palm slowly, then kissed him affectionately.
"Aww. aww .. yes, dear, this is really sick," Abash lies in order for Sifa to give another kiss to her palm.
Abash is not entirely lying, in fact, the palm on his fingers hurts, but yes it does not hurt too much. However, to get the attention given by his wife in public like this, Abash was willing to lie. When else can you get Sifa to give her romantic attention in public?
"Really, Mas? Hurt huh?We're going to the clinic, for a check-up?" sifa.
Abash chuckled softly, the man rubbed Sifa's head gently.
"Just blow and kiss, my palms will heal, really," whispered Abash still chuckling at the wife's worried funny face.
Sifa finally realized something, the woman glanced around her which she and Abash were now the center of attention of people around her. They smiled amusedly and looked shy.
"Oh, my dear, could you take a chance in the narrow-mindedness!" sifa's lips with a blushing face. Shame to be stared at like that by someone else.
"Well, why baby? We are a muhrim couple. So there's no harm dong if making out," kekeh Abash did not care.
"Wait a minute, Mas" said Sifa and ran away from Abash.
Abash frowned, when he saw Sifa running. The man took back the plastic bag he had placed on the ground, then he overtook the wife with a little run as well.
"Why run, baby?" asked Abash who was already beside Sifa, panting because the woman was able to run quite fast as well.
Sifa turned her head and smiled at a glance, then the woman again spoke to the person before her at the moment.
"This is the rent. You can take this cart back to the hotel. I will leave it to the receptionist." Sifa said as she extended five hundred thousand bills to a man who was in front of her at this time. The man was stunned to see the money Sifa had offered him. When else would someone want him to rent this thing at a hefty price?
"Oh, yes. All right then, thank you very much. Please use this wagon" said the man, taking the money from Sifa's hands.
Sifa took the red-colored wagon and pushed it near Abash.
"What's this for, baby?" abash asked confused by his deep frown.
"To put all my groceries down, Mas. So, your hands will not hurt anymore" replied Sifa and told Abash to put down the things he was holding.
Abash was moved, because his wife thought so much about him. To the extent that Sifa dared to borrow a wagon to a person she did not know. Yes, indeed, Sifa gave a reward to the man. But still, Sifa was considerate and brave.
"Come, Mas," invite sifa while embracing the husband's arm. Abash put all the groceries on the wagon. Now his hands feel free from the pain that had earlier seemed to bind him.
"Ayoo .." Abash pulled up the handle of the cart and pushed it until it moved. At least this is better, than he has to hold all the plastic bags and make his fingers feel sore and numb.
Some of the people on the street were staring at them strangely. Just this time they saw someone wearing a wheelbarrow to carry all his groceries. It's between awe and fun to see it because it's the first time they've seen it.
Not so with Abash. He seemed to have no objections to the gazes from those people even though he himself felt strange. He was happier when he could walk alone with Sifa who was writhing spoiled in his arms.
"Mas, we drink coconut water first yuk, there," asked Sifa while pointing to the coconut water seller on the beach. His throat was thirsty after he struggled to spend all the money given by Abash earlier.
As a man who loved his wife. Abash obeyed all Sifa's orders, and the man pushed the cart over the sand of the sea. And of course, that's a super-exra thing, because it feels really hard to push on the fine sand once and often if the wheel becomes slippery.
"Put it down there, Bli. It's okay, it's safe, it won't go away" said the coconut water seller when he saw Abash's distress pushing the cart closer to him.
"Ah, yes." Abash complied and let the cart remain in place along with all his wife's groceries.
"Sit here, Mas," called Sifa and patted the spot next to her, after cleaning up the little sand on the chair.
"Haaahh ... finally felt really cool," exclaimed Abash as he wagged his shirt. The hot air this afternoon successfully made his body shake.
Even though the man wears a shirt made from adem, still if you continue to be in the sun and carry heavy items, it will certainly feel hot and sultry.
“Bli, two yes,” cried Sifa at the young coconut seller who was there.
“Ready!” yelling men with blue t-shirts and Balinese headbands seem to make the man become pleasant in the eyes.
Before long, two young heads had come and were in front of their tables.
“Ah, delicious.”
Likewise with Abash, after the wife invited him to drink under a shady cottage and accompanied by fresh coconut water, he said, instantly the thirst and sultry Abash disappeared and yawned to nowhere. What else is the wind that breezes this afternoon makes the feeling of heat is lost carried away by the wind into the open ocean.
"Cool, huh, Mas?" sifa asked her husband. Actually not a question, but rather a statement.
"Yes, it's cold, it's so cool. So sleepy," Abash stared at the sea in front of him. Blue and soothing and make it very shady.
"If you sleep, just sleep here, Mas," said Sifa while patting her thigh.
Without waiting any longer, Abash immediately lay his head on the lap of the wife.
Ah, it feels really enjoy. What's more, Sifa is currently stroking the hair on her head gently. Adding drowsiness to Abash's self is getting stronger. It did not take long, Abash finally fell asleep soundly on the lap of the wife.