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Extra Part: I Want

"May, we're dating, yuk," asked Herryl this morning. They were relaxing in the reading room with a view of the back garden. The Maya designed a sliding glass wall if they wanted to enjoy the back garden while reading. Maya closes the book she read and turns to her husband who is still playing the wife's hair child.

"Where?" ask Maya.

"To the playground, watch, eat," replied Herryl with a smile.

"May don't want to queue, Mas," pinta Maya. Herryl smiled at it. There was a warm sigh every time he heard his wife calling him "Mas".

"Yes. Weekdays are a bit quiet," replied Herryl. His hand rubbed Maya's head.

"May get ready first, yes," said Maya with a smile sumringah.

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Here they both are, Fantasy World. Herryl helps Maya remove the helmet before the man parks his motorbike.

"Pretty. Thank you, yes," said Herryl.

"For?"

"No more being a motorcycle taxi driver" continued Herryl with a small laugh. Along the way, Maya wrapped her hands around her husband's waist. The woman comforts herself during the journey.

Given that, Maya's cheeks flushed red. The pinching of Herryl's arm.

"Maaas," said Maya spoiled in shame. Herryl laughed a little. Hand held by Maya's tiny hands, both headed to the ticket counter.

After enjoying a few games, the couple, who were on marriage leave, sat in an open-air cafe.

"Wait here, yeah," said Herryl. The man went to the food reservation. About ten minutes later, he was already carrying a bowl of iced jelly and a plate of spaghetti, Herryl's favorite food.

"Would you eat or drink first?" asked Herryl as they sat side by side.

"Mas" call Maya.

"Yes?"

"Mas's another old date, huh?" ask Maya again.

Herryl was surprised to hear Maya's question.

"May, I have an old date?"

"No, I did, May. I realize that being a husband is obligated to meet all the needs of his wife" said Herryl. The man still doesn't understand why Maya accuses him of being stingy.

"Why did you buy just a plate and a bowl?" tanya Maya then responded to the work of Herryl's eyes.

"What?" A moment Herryl laughed a little then turned his fork on the plate so that the spaghetti collected then thrust in front of Maya. "Open your mouth" the man ordered with a smile. Maya complies to be fed to her husband. "This is called eating a plate of both. Let's be romantic, May. I'm not stingy. If I wanted to, I could buy you all the spaghetti. But do what? It's more romantic like this, right?"

So right, huh? It wasn't May who expected to be treated romantically, was it?

"Sorry," Maya said after she swallowed the spaghetti in her mouth. "May's finger, yes," Maya's hand.

Herryl patted Maya's head in anxiety.

"Yes, I taught you to be more sensitive to all my attitudes" replied Herryl.

"Mas, laper. Suapi again," pinta Maya spoiled.

"This is, after all, a little boy, not a romantic one" Herryl remarked with a chuckle.

"Wouldn't you?" ask Maya, complaining.

Herryl smiled as he shook his head slowly.

"I want to, May. I always want to bribe you, to take care of you," said the man, staring at his wife.

The deep gaze from the eagle's eyes made Maya nervous, her heart pounding unruffled. Herryl is always able to make his wife wrong because of his attitude or actions. A scoop of ice that was not far from the reach of his hand.

"Cold." Maya seemed surprised when the ice came into her mouth.

Sontak Herryl chuckles.

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A little extra part typical of Herryl and Maya. I hope you like it, yaaaa. I hope there is a message that can be taken from the story of Maya and Herryl.

oh yes, the next part I will fill in about the question and answer friends to Maya & Herryl. A collection of questions in the comments of this part, yaaaa

waiting for comments, likes, and favorites

See you there. Jaa, matt ne.