
Naila sat waiting for her meatball order to come so did Irsyad who was sitting next to his wife.
" sir, meatballs are good for my husband if I have a regular meatball" Naila said, making Irsyad round his eyes.
" Naila why can't I bear the spicy " said Irsyad.
" why call my name huh ?? do you consider me your friend ?? tanya Naila who arrived arrived the emotions that returned made Irsyad shocked.
" sorry dear" said Irsyad in a speechless voice.
" i want you to eat the meatballs so just shut up and wait " Naila said firmly making irsyad can only resign.
Before long Erza came with a stagger making Naila and irsyad simultaneously stare at her.
" why are you so mean to me brother, I just came already want to bonyok my body hurts all " said Erza upset and joined sitting next to Naila makes Irsyad immediately stand up and pull Erza's ear.
" ahhggg brother is sick" cried Erza.
" you're sitting here, don't sit next to my wife" Irsyad said firmly.
" wife, wife, it's not funny anymore if you want to joke" said Erza.
" it's up to you" Irsyad said, returning to his seat.
" the meatballs sir is again the same one as my husband" said Naila who increasingly makes Erza Confused.
" why do you guys seem to be married in front of me anyway, and does brother Irsyad know if a woman as beautiful as him who wants to be the same you who menggeleselin , should be the same I" said Erza continued to look at Naila.
" Go home by yourself, don't come with me, there go " said Kesal Irsyad.
" stop those eyes, do you want if your eyes will end up seeing now ?? asked Irsyad with a creepy voice that made Erza pura look the other way.
" shit up mas , do you also want to be mute now that mulu ngoceh "said annoyed Naila who makes Erza giggling.
" you also don't look for trouble, okay brother Erza " naila said firmly but at the end of the sentence Naila spoke softly accompanied by her thin smile that made Erza smile in her direction and nodded.
" woi Siala.." Irsyad's words stopped when he realized his wife had been staring at him intently.
before long their order came to make Naila even happier.
" thank you sir " said Naila and was nod by the seller.
" this one sir hehehe "saut Naila with her sweet smile.
" you are a very compatible couple" said the seller who made Irsyad like a big head.
" it's sir, there go fearing that someone broke his head because of kepedean" said Erza.
" hahaha you can do it, and who are you ?? ask the seller.
" i'm her future husband sir" said Erza who made Irsyad hit the table.
" woi you want me to kill really yes, mendingan Lo go home to where you came from" said Irsyad with a face reddened in the flames of jealousy.
" why is Irsyad's brother angry anyways I know that Irsyad's brother is just a temple" said Erza.
" sorry sir, you can continue the sale" said Naila who felt bad at seeing the seller.
" what is your name, brother ?? tanya Naila made Erza with her sweet smile extend her hand towards Naila and reply also by Naila which made Irsyad very jealous.
" Erza" said Erza.
" Naila" says Naila
" let go" said Irsyad hitting Erza's hand.
" brother Erza, I ask you please don't make a fuss, and you also try to understand a little , your cousin doesn't know yet and surely he won't believe that much if we're married" Naila swiped her meatball bowl, Naila had lost her mood by arriving.
" sister Erza we have been married for almost 3 months if not wrong, and we married like in general, we married because we were framed so understand a little brother " said Naila who had shed her tears made Irsyad look at her cousin sharply.
Irsyad immediately hugged his wife's body to calm her down.
" yes already, forget about that, he really likes to joke" said Irsyad softly.
" i just didn't expect that my own friend was doing her mas hiks.hiks." Naila said softly.
" yes I know, the important thing is that we are happy now" said Irsyad release his embrace and wipe away the tears of his wife.
" i'm sorry if I'm outrageous, I just obey Oma's will to prank Irsyad but maybe it's too outrageous, I also already know all of her from mami" said Erza slowly with a sense of regret.