WIFE TO MY HUSBAND
CHAPTER 46.

"Geez, it's dawn, right? That's why he ran away like that? That's also why else Mak Ijah all bring sutil ngejerin his son?" chirped Bu Hanif when he saw Dawn pursued by his mother while brandishing sutils.

"Neng angel please help me!" dawn shouted while running towards Alice, but Alice quickly dodged and somehow hid behind Johan's body.

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 Dawn hit Johan, and the red liquid that splattered on his body all stuck to Johan's body.

"Basin' bad boy! Could you even playin cake coloring Mom huh? Do you know if it's the last dye you got? So now you have to color the cake, what is it?" amuk Mak Ijah while swinging his silk to bear the Dawn.

"Again, Mother. Amponnn! Adoh's sick, Mommy!" shouts of Dawn in pain, even because it continues to try to avoid the blow of his mother even Johan who was made into a collision for protection.

"Ouch, ouch. Mak ... You're wrong, Mom. It's me Johan, Mak. That's my mom's son running away again." Johan pointed towards the side garden where dawn seemed to run while occasionally looking back.

 Mak Ijah was about to chase after Dawn again, but quickly Bu Hanif pulled his hand.

"Udah, Mom. Do not need to be pursued again, pity your Dawn hit so mute," said Bu Hanif who often saw Mak Ijah doing the same thing repeatedly every time Dawn made a mistake.

 Mak Ijah complied and immediately threw his body on the bamboo terrace where Alice and Johan were sitting.

 While Alice herself now looks afraid to see Johan's body covered in cake dye in deep red almost resembles blood. It was also what made them surprised not kepalang because they thought Fajar was persecuted by his mother. Though the red liquid actually smells pandan and sticky.

"What else did the Dawn do, Mom?" bu Hanif asked after returning from the kitchen while bringing a glass of water to Mak Ijah.

 Mak Ijah drank the water until the toilet and then took a deep breath.

"Huh, that kid every day always makes me dizzy, Ms. Hanif. There is ... only his behavior that makes me stress. Like this earlier, for example, I would like to make sponge reppelpet because it happens to still have red dye left over from yesterday's event. Pas I again mecahin eggs on the table eh instead of her dye is taken the same she made a bath, yes angry dong me. Where it is the only one left," complained Mak Ijah conveying his frustration.

 Bu Hanif stroked Mak Ijah's shoulders understandingly, while Nek Hindun and Adel chose to return to the kitchen.

"Yes, Mom. Then take my dye, I happen to still exist."

 Mak Ijah looked happily at Bu Hanif and his lips formed a wide laugh.

"Yes, Miss Hanif. So I asked for the same yellow color as Ijo mamba. Ah if there is an ijo Sage also let the current," kekeh Mak Ijah.

 Bu Hanif rounded his eyes wide. "What color is that, Mom? how am I just getting caught?"

 Mak Ijah chuckled. "Yes nothing, wong I'm just kidding, Miss Hanif. But ... By the way thank you, Ms. Hanif. Later if the cake is already so I anterin deh here so nyicipin also my cake."

 Ms. Hanif smiled uncertainly, but in the end moved also to take the cake dye in her kitchen.

"What do you want Mak Ijah, Mom?" adel asked when he saw Ms. Hanif dismantling the kitchen cabinet looking for something.

"Mak Ijah asked for cake coloring," said Bu Hanif briefly.

 But when he reached the terrace, Bu Hanif did not find the middle-aged woman's thick body.

"Where is Mak Ijah? I just stayed a little while too. What is gondol jurig? Ah, but do you want jurig ngegondol Mak Ijah? Would you eat a lot? The existing record is jurig mah." Ms. Hanif began to guess her own hell.

 Then suddenly from the clump of tomato stems that are beside the house appeared a figure of Mak Ijah who had been drinking cooked tomatoes.

"Astaghfiullah!" exclaimed Bu Hanif in shock, even almost ran and closed the door of his house because he thought that what appeared was a madman who often roamed around there.

"Mom Hanif it's me!" call Mak Ijah while coming out of the grove of tomatoes are very fertile.

 Ms. Hanif who was already inside the house was about to close the door was back out because she heard Mak Ijah's voice.

"Loh, Mommy? Where did I look for nothing? I thought I kidnapped jurig loh."

 Mak Ijah cengengesan while showing a crackle containing tomatoes that had been taken.

"Yesterday, I want to ask for chilli instead asked for the same Adel because I did not ask. Now I ask permission, I ask for the tomatoes, Ms. Hanif. All for stock hehehe," kekeh Mak Ijah did not feel guilty.

 Ms. Hanif patted her eel repeatedly while forcing herself to smile even though it was like people were holding back urination.

"That's two kilos, Mommy?" Ms. Hanif pointed to the crackle in Mak Ijah's hand that was filled with large tomatoes.

 Mak Ijah chuckled again. "Heheh, yes .. Never mind, Miss Hanif. I don't ask for it every day either."

 Bu Hanif smiled again, not refusing but also not assuring.

"Well, this is the color, huh, Miss Hanif? Thank God for being truly in love two. Yes, I brought it, Miss Hanif. Want to make a cake because," Mak Ijah said while taking two bottles of dye in the hands of Bu Hanif and immediately waltzed away to his own house with a face of sumringah.

 It happened so fast that even Ms. Hanif herself did not realize that two bottles of cake dye had disappeared from her hands.

"Hah .. address is not returned. Where was still that just now," complained Bu Hanif then went back into his house with a big heart.

  Arriving inside the house there were noises coming from the kitchen. His voice panicked like something shocking.

"What's up, what's up?" ma'am Hanif ran to the kitchen.

 There, Adel was making a phone call with a tense face, as well as Nek Hindun and Alice. Johan was still not out of the bathroom to clean his body that was exposed to the cake dye from the body of Dawn earlier.

"Adel what's wrong?" cecar Bu Hanif because he never got a response from Adel who was busy talking on the phone.

 Adel turned to look at the mother with wet and foggy eyes.

"Mrs, Nisa ... Nisa ...."