Young Ustadz
#222
At twelve o'clock in the evening, Hana just finished bathing and wearing her clothes.While Hatim kang was enjoying her warm milk while smoking a cigarette in her kamaar block.
"Cock I'm hungry, huh?" hana asked herself while reflecting on justifying her veil.
Hana approached the Hatim kang that was outside.
"Kang!" said Hana.
"Eh bi!" immediately flick his hands trying to eliminate the smoke of his cigarette.And after that he turned off his cigarette as well.
"It doesn't have to be like that!" said Hana.
"No, pregnant women smoke cigarettes!" kang Hatim said he drank his warm milk.''What's up?" ask kang Hatim.
"I'm hungry!" answer Hana.
"Hungry? Did you not eat?" ask kang Hatim.
"Eat, but hungry again!" answer Hana.
"What do you want to eat?" ask kang Hatim.
"Cold cold gini delicious spicy fried rice kang!" answer Hana.
"Yes already, let's make it!" kang Hatim.
"Bikin what?" ask Hana.
"Bikin nasi goreng, time make baby! It's over!" answer kang Hatim.
"Ish, that too!" said Hana.
"Worship is forced anyway?''
"Will not take a shower! Because I have to shower!" answer Hana.
"And this guy likes cleanliness, likes fragrant fragrance! Well so you're clean, perfumed, forced to do it!" kang Hatim.
"I can't believe I had to!" said Hana.
"Hahah, come in!" kang Hatim brought his milk glass and a pack of cigarettes and matches into the room ahead of Hana.
"Where are you going?" hana asked because Hatim kang had gone to the exit of the room.
"Don't you want some fried rice?''
"Yes!"
"Yes, come on!" kang Hatim.Hana also followed the kang Hatim down to the kitchen.
"Eh kang, where's Pak Yogi sleeping?" hana asked because the room downstairs was exactly in the kitchen there were only two, and it was filled by bi Asih and bi Ina.
"Front!" answer kang Hatim.
"On the porch?" ask Hana.
"No, in the room!" answer kang Hatim.
"Is there really a bed?''
"Nothing!"
"There's a chair!"
"Why are you here? There are also two rooms above! Near the living room is a guest room!"
"Yoginya don't want to!"
"Ouh, kang wants to make fried rice how, the rice is also not there!" said Hana.
"Yes, make the rice first!"
"Kang long!''
"For forty minutes at most!"
"Cursed hooch!"
"Yes, he went to sleep!"
"Akang! Don't you love Sulthaan? My first child is this!" stroking stomach.
"Darling! How do you want to go?"
"Buy it!"
"Yes, wait here! I bought it!"
"Follow!"
"It's been a night bi, not good! Especially on a motorcycle!"
"Get the car!"
"The car's in the garage!"
"Died out again!"
"Hubbi's cabal!"
"Son, it turns out your amma doesn't love you!" hana said stroking her stomach again.
"Yes already,ayo!" kang Hatim took the car keys and the car garage keys.
"Come on!" with passion.
"Don't wear a veil?" ask kang Hatim.
"There's something outside in the sun! It's all dried up, right in the sun as well a week ago!" answer Hana.
"Ahhhh, it's up to you!" releasing a long breath.Hana vigorously followed the kang Hatim.
"At the crossroads of many yes, who sells?" ask Hana.
"Yes! But as far as I know, there is no one selling fried rice! There is also padang samaa rice yellow rice!" answer kang Hatim.
"Pad rice is also not papa! Lots of other food, too?"
"Yes!" answer kang Hatim.
"I also want to buy onde onde, fried banana, bakwan, lontong!"