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my wifes code (comedy story)

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[Kang, I've sent maap so you don't go to the target next to home!]

A message that came suddenly made me hurry to tidy up the sheets of paper work and lightning fast to get home before the cold war occurred.

My wife was strange for women in general, but after living with her for several years, I finally understood the codes she gave me.

Code? Yes, my wife has a different code call on me, when spoiled, happy and angry again. It was okay, as long as he was still calling meant that he was still in control, the most frightening thing if his mouth was locked tightly, he was like a robot. Doing all the housework well but no sound came out of his throat. You know what it's like? Plaster.

This time, Clara called me by mentioning Kang. I can be sure he is angry. It is a little bit unique that he is angry. Sometimes send me a route, maap home and even a map for me to come immediately. In fact, the home address is certainly out of the head.

I left the parking lot and drove off the vehicle as fast as lightning. Stop for a while at the alley to the house. Two servings of kebabs and ice oyen favorite wife, I deliberately ordered as a key to be able to enter the house safely.

Immediately I handed the pink note to the subscription swordsman, Mang Jalil and recited it as a balak so as not to cause war at home. Ah, wife. My life is like an adventurer to understand your behavior.

The woman was already standing in front of the entrance of the house, welcoming my arrival. Kissed the back of the hand after I extended it.

"For a long time, Kang, he came home" he said with a five-centimeter-long lip.

I am am amused to see it but as much as possible to hold back the laughter so as not to get more problematic.

Instantly I embraced his waist and handed the package which certainly made his lips slightly purr smile.

"Kang is already lightning fast riding our burroq, Dek. In order to make five centimetres of your manyun go down."

"What'an, si?" He put away the circular hand and immediately put the parcel on the dining table. A moment later poured water in the glass and thrust it at me.

"What's up, Dek? Kok Akang was told to come home soon."

My woman went to the room and came back with the item in hand.

"Look at this, Kang! Akang's refill ink hit my hood."

He showed me a veil full of ink.

Waduh this bad!

"Later change Akang, deh, with a better veil. The veil has a halal stamp that's."

"Don't want to."

"So much as you want, how?"

"So I want a hood Adek only."

"But that's already a lot of his ink stains, Dek."

"Yes blame the ink Akang, say spilling over the veil Adek."

Sometimes the woman is absurd. Trivia can be big.

"Yes, how do you want it? Akang adheres to it. How come that veil is on Akang's desk?"

"Yes, Adek who's taking time to dance" he said quickly.

"That's right. Meaning wrong is not Akang ink."

"What's wrong, Adek?" he said a little bit.

It's wrong again.

"No, Deck. Wong Akang just blames, why is that veil not careful," I said as gently as possible.

"Yes, later Akang replace the Adek veil with the brand of zoyana, you know!"

Oh, my God, Clara. I told you from the beginning I'd change. Even talking about muters. Basic lady. Women have to put out more characters in their heads than men.

I saw Clara leave me for the laundry. While I cleaned myself up and changed into a casual dress.

The smell of cooking poured out into the middle room. The afternoon news accompanied me while waiting for the dish to be served. My wife's mood is up and down. It may be true that every woman needs to be understood. Understand even the most ridiculous.

"Angt ... Brother ... ask you to help me."

Clara screamed from behind. This time it was no longer Akang, but Abang, which meant that his mood had improved.

Of all the calls that woman pinned to me, this call of Brother I like the most, which means he wants to be pampered again. Ah, the male brain if it's like this can go anywhere.

"Yes, Honey. What's up?"

I approached him who was still busy with his frying, hugging his waist from behind and slightly stroking it.

"Lepasin ah, bad brother."

"Yo, it's okay, Dek. It's halal."

I love holding this woman from behind when she cooks. The distinctive smell of his body breaks down all the hassles in the office. Moreover, this woman quite knows what to wear when outside and inside the house. Believe me, this woman is full of mysteries.

"Udah, Bang. Lepasine. Adek kudu peed, so from earlier call Abang here. It's holding this sutil. Watch out!"

He let go of his embrace and ran towards the bathroom.

All dishes are on the dining table. My woman has permission to clean herself up. After every cooking, he took a shower. He said he didn't like the smell of a scabbard on his body. This is the one I love about this woman. He knows enough himself how to put himself. At home he did not preen but not also smelly. If out of the house, of course he will make a proper preening. As a tribute as well as my image that I was able to make her happy. Is not the success of the husband can be seen from his wife.

The yellow saffron t-shirt with a cloth trouser suit complements his synthetic body. This woman of mine doesn't like to wear a negligee. Even though I never had a problem with it myself. He still pulls in front of me, especially when he's spoiled.

"Not eat first, Mommy?"

This time, he called me a mas call, which showed his mood was stable again. No wonder this woman is so unique.

"Wait for you, Deck. Take a long shower."

"Nice, Mom. If it smells like smoke, how's rasane."

"Yes, Deck. I also love the smell of your body after taking a shower." I rolled one eye to touch it.

Dinner was a routine I never left. I can tell a lot of things in the office about the complexity that I experienced. My wife would give her opinion sometimes. He knows enough about my job because before, he worked too. Now her life is spent more in my house of service and occasionally busy with online routines that are her favorite. Only one thing made me take a little breath, when it came to the ups and downs of his mood.

After dinner, I enjoyed the humour on one of the television channels, while my wife was still busy with her device writing the characters she liked while resting her head on my shoulders.

Time is moving. At 22:30 kukode this woman to move places. Yes, of course the place of the dispute. Activity is solid and departs quite early in the morning. Forcing me not to stay up.

"Mas, go to the room first. I don't clean up the kitchen and go to the bathroom."

"Ready, Yang. Don't you stay long!"

I cleaned myself before going to my room. Ah, it feels like something is crashing all over the body.

Prangs. My hand accidentally grabbed something. A square box object fell and its fine grains scattered just above the feet.

I saw my wife right at the end of the door. He looked up and shouted, "Remember ....!"

Yassalam´s. The address is sleeping outside of me. Sirna already a slide film scenario that has soared in the brain. It seems I need to study with Dan Brow, who intelligently revealed the codes in the book he wrote.

Finishes.

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