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Nasgor

Syafeera and Aydan went downstairs to dinner..

Syafeera as usual serves food on her husband's plate, as her usual portions, but not with her, she just scoops a little rice.

"Why did you eat a little..??" ask mother

"i don't know if Bun tastes anymore, I want something to eat, but I don't know what's good.."

"what are you buying??"

"later if there is someone who would like to say, for now this is enough mas.."

"sure..??" Syafeera nodded

After eating, they entertain themselves by watching the show on television.

"Sya later pasiran father sama mother here right..??"ask mother

"said Bunda sich mother went first Bun, because the store can not stay for long.."

"Alhamdulillah if so, the usual first labor was willing in the mother's tenenin. because the mother was like that. first experience, so surely a lot will be shared by the mother.."

"Mother is also the mother right.. So I want all to gather.." embrace Syafeera.

"Mother is not wrong to choose a daughter-in-law, since the first time you met, mother has said the same Loh Aydan to make you mother's daughter-in-law.." Syafeera's eyes are perfectly rounded to hear the mother's confession

"when's Bun...??"

"for the first time you help your mother in the supermarket, and you again help the street children..."

"that was the beginning of the Bun Lecture..."

"mas... l-don't get the wrong room just reason mas...??" tanya Syafeera faced the husband who focused on television

One flick landed on Syafeera's forehead. "ngacok...."

"yes, it can be.. to nurutin mother's wishes.." another flick landed on Syafeera's forehead.

"who didn't lock the door??" ask Aydan

"haduh.why so discuss the incident sich.. whatever the way God brought together, which is important now." said the mother.

"the horror said mother." said Aydan

"mas..I suddenly want Nasgor dech..."

"yes already mas order online yes, mumpung can still gofood.." grabbed his mobile phone

"don't want to...."

"so you have to buy it directly?? yes, I'm ready..."

"no Ma-U"

"Trus....??"

"cooked gold.." hearing Syafeera's request mother chuckled followed also by the mother while Aydan glared.

"kok even on laughing, Sya seriously mas.. I want a cooking mas.."

Mother increasingly chuckles

"Non, non-She wants to ask for gold, diamonds, even cars today, In Shaa Allah den Aydan, jaba-nin, but if told to cook.dija-min" while holding back laughter.

"guaranteed what mbak..."

"guaranteed the rats fainted..." Mother replied while chuckling

Aydan rubbed his face roughly, then crouched down in front of Syafeera, stroking Syafeera's stomach

"dedek....can not this time father nawar.. his fried rice we buy aja yes, or we want all to go for a walk...??"

"iii mas.. I want to cook the mas..."

"let the mother cook yes." said the mother, and Syafeera shook her head

"mas can not cook Sya.

"don't want... I want a cooked mas.." Steady Syafeera

Again Aydan rubbed his face rough. "yes we have cooked together yes.we cook three, mas guarantee if the cooking is cooking itself, do not eat dear.." beg Aydan.

Actually Syafeera wants Aydan himself who cooks, inexplicably curious about the results of the husband's cooking, such as in novels, have a husband who is good at cooking, and, when I woke up already brought food from the husband who cooked, but dear Mr. This perfectionist is zero big in cooking.

"yes, but I'm only arahin, a cooking mas..."

"Ready.." Aydan replied excitedly while saluting.

They went to the kitchen, starting from peeling onions and all Aydan who prepared, Syafeera as a foreman

Even Aydan had set tears when peeling onions..

The seasoning began to cook, and Aydan's distance and pot such as author and reader distance.. Faraway...😄🤭

"His salt paste should not be forgotten, it is also his soy sauce." Syafeera said giving directions.

Either too excited or what, only Aydan knows, One tablespoon of salt he's spitting, and he'll pour it into the rice he's cooking

"Maaas..stop.." cried syafeera.

"why...?? this is salt, not sugar..."

"Hua... yes it is salt not sugar, but if that much salt, mas want to make Sya Hypertension huh..??"

Again Mother and Mother chuckled..

"it's a plate of fried rice, already like to cook soup a pot of salt.." said Syafeera

"yes, I know." answered Aydan Tampa.

"mas if new beginners learn to cook, a little bit of salt, later in the chip, if less stay in the plus." said Syafeera while sprinkling salt and Aydan also pay attention

"OOO....." Aydan is just a O ria

"try the cicipin.." while spooning Aydan's cuisine to Aydan's mouth..

"less like her." while trying to feel the fried rice in her mouth.

"yes I have added, remember little by little, do not forget the soy sauce, little by little also, not one bottle in the pour. there is not nasgor, but compote"

"Yes wait at the dining table." added Syafeera as she belalued

"Huuff..." Aydan breathes rough, tonight really he was made a mistake.

And after the taste is quite mature, with a taste that he thinks is good, do not know what tuch, Aydan also serves fried rice processed.

"yeeee...eat.." shirked Syafeera when Aydan thrust fried rice ala her husband cold.

"sit donk mas, temenin Sya eat..."

"if it's not good, don't eat it." said Aydan.

Syafeera read the bismillah, then bribed the fried rice into her mouth, trying to taste the results of her husband's cooking

"why...??" ask Aydan curiously

"nice mas. it's really delicious..."

Mother and the mother who heard it came directly to them.

"curious mom, can you try??"

"can Donk Bun.." replied Syafeera while Aydan still silent do not believe the words of his wife.

"a little salty sich, but can still be eaten kok.." commented mother.

"if so do not eat Yes. pregnant is not good to eat salty foods.."

"nice mas, chirping dech, sometimes it's okay..."

"but yes..."

Not according to, Syafeera instead moved and brought a plate containing fried rice to the front sofa of the television

"no papa. can still be eaten anyway." said mother.

"mommy sure...??"

"Yakin.enak also the cuisine of the child mother.hehehehe"

Mother also followed Syafeera as well as Aydan, who did not forget to bring mineral water for Syafeera.

"Yes want to hear the story of the mother, the experience of Aydan first help the mother cook...??" ask Mommy

"bundaaaa.." protest Aydan.

"what a hell, tell me Bun, the hunt..."

"No.no.no.no.." prevent Aydan and it makes Mother and the mbak chuckle while Syafeera even more curious

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