Unexpacted Wedding
Asam Java And Rujak Duck

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please re-read the previous chapter. I just realized that the chapter taps 😭. Sorry guys, sometimes I like gini. This should be tomorrow.. Yes, it was updated today. Happy Reading guys. Don't forget to stop by in my new novel. The Story of Dave and Alana.😚

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Ryan just got home at seven. Arriving in his room he was confused not to find his wife there. After putting down his bag he opened the window and the door that connected his room and balcony, he thought his wife was there. But he also did not find.

“Where ya?” muttered. Alena usually hit it in her room. Back in bed, Ryan pulled out a cell phone in his pocket to call his wife's number. Connected but not lifted apparently his phone is on the nightstand. He smiled realizing that his wife meant he was home. Maybe he was in the back pool.

Feeling that his body was sticky, Ryan immediately passed to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Fifteen minutes after he finished cleaning, he was still confused not to find his wife back in the room. Soon she passed into the closet to pick up her clothes. He hurriedly came out of the room looking for his wife.

“Lho has returned?” elena asked as she passed her son downstairs.

“Udah from earlier, Ma. Where is my wife Ma?” ask Ryan back.

“In the kitchen again eat sour.”

“Asam?” ryan was astonished.

“Iya Asam Java. Last afternoon he asked himself to pass through the house of Mr. RT.” Elena said as she passed.

Ryan scratched his nape, then followed his wife into the kitchen. He saw his wife sitting so snugly at the table. Arriving in front of him, he immediately shuddered in pain to see Alena enjoying Javanese Acid with greed.

“Honey, what are you eating again?” ryan asked, but he could see what his wife was eating.

Alena pointed at the Javanese acid in her hand, then extended it to her husband. “Masry want? Very nice loh,” bargain.

Ryan shook his head. “Gak lah, it does not taste sour.”

“People are good at seger. If you want sweet yes sugar, salty salt, spicy chili,” Alena chirps.

Ryan chuckles at why his wife is spelling out the kitchen seasoning. He held his head in a tilted position looking at Alena. “If a savory what dong dear?”

“Cerupers,” sahut Alena origin.

“Mistake,” Sergey Ryan.

“Terus?”

“Eating you is also savory, rich semalem it.” Ryan replied seductively, reminding her of the last night's injection scene. Alena became upset to remember, even though she had reminded her husband to take off because she was pregnant young. However, the man is indeed good at seducing, and unfortunately Alena is also easily persuaded by the sweet woo. Then there were injections in that bed. Even though the man did it slowly.

Alena actually understood no problem, and believed in her husband. Given her husband's profession is a doctor, of course, more understanding of what is dangerous and not.

“I think I'm food,” Alena chirps while pursing her lips forward.

“Any food also loses to your body dear. You are rich in opium for me, baby. If you have touched the inn want to continue, do not want to stop. Until the last blood point,” exclaimed Ryan.

“That's not the name of opium, but Masry is perverted. I already know the wife is pregnant, still invited to sports injections.”

Plaque!

Alena hit her husband's arm. Upset because her husband just cornered her. But, indeed yes compared to her husband, semalem herself is more dominating the game. She herself did not know, when before she refused, but once her libido increased due to the gentle touch of her husband. Alena felt unable to control her body. Is it also the effect of pregnancy hormones? If so, she could be pleasing to her husband.

“Kok hit me anyway dear?” ryan's Protest.

“Ya anyways said Masry that way. Make me bad mood.” Alena snatched away in annoyance, draping her hands together on her chest.

“That's the crashing time. I've eaten the acid again,” Ryan said.

“Do not want Asam.” The words of Alena immediately make Ryan gawk, his name is sour yes tasting, sweet time rich in sugar.

“The name is sour yes it tastes sour. Yes times turned sweet rich in sugar,” chirped Ryan wonder. For a long time his wife was rich in comedic, if only he did not see his wife in sour fashion, Ryan wanted to laugh.

“Bosan Masry. I want another one,” complained Alena while dropping her head on the table. Then tilted her head, looking towards her husband.

“Hemm want what baby?” ryan asked with a bad prejudice.

“Rujak–”

“Ya already Buy.” Ryan was going to dance for him. However, his hand felt held back by Alena, making him sit back. “Otherwise darling? He said he wanted to run, this is Mas want nyari,” complained Ryan.

“Pengen rujak duck Masry. But, Masry who madein,” whining Alena.

“What is duck rujak? There-there are.”

“Masry is exactly that. Mind it?” Alena took a piss.

“Not so dear. What's the problem at this hour duck nyari where? Masa Mas must steal the duck. We don't have a pet,” complained Ryan.

“Ihh rujak duck kok be an animal anyway. Where there are rujak animals, ngaco this person.”

“Lah said it–”

“Rujak duck it ramjak mash Masry. Rich gini loh.” Alena took her husband's palm, likening it to a torn man's hand and his hand to a yawl, and he began to demonstrate the stare. From slow to a little rough and fast, making Ryan immediately understand his wife is still in an upset mode because she does not understand.

“Iya darling. I understand now.” Ryan pulled his slightly numb hand. “Ya already looking for the material first yes. Especially fruit. Mas did not buy in the supermarket,”.

“Ngapain buy?” exclaiming Alena.

“Lha continues? Don't tell me you asked Mas to steal it, baby. No! I don't want my childhood to be fed stolen goods anyway,” protest Ryan. Armed with the experience of his co-workers in the hospital, when his pregnant wife asks to steal the fruit belonging to his neighbor, Ryan so misgivings when his wife asks for something strange. Just imagine if you can be caught can be said to be a thief. Ryan so think the time is still in the stomach has taught his father to be a thief.

“Ihh suudzon aja.”

“Terus what? Babur. Hunt Mas hungry,” said Ryan while scrambling his hair that still looks wet, because he had not had time to dry it. His intention to look for his wife because he missed all day had not seen her, not to mention that he was asked strangely.

“Masry. It was behind there were several types of fruit. There are guava, mango and others. Come Masry our son will also want to see his Papi climbing a tree,” said Alena while pulling her husband's hand towards the back garden.