Cat Eyed Girl

CHAPTERS. 26 – Chicken honey

“Ayam honey?” repeat Firdaus while looking at the fast food that was in Milea's hands at the moment.

“Iya.”

“This? This when did you take it? Didn't I tell you not to take it?” firdaus said with annoyance.

“If you don't want to eat, let me eat. Instead of eating grass, mending this meal,” said Milea while pushing Firdaus' body slowly and walking towards the stove.

“Luckily buy oil earlier yes, sir,” kekeh Milea, without the woman knowing if currently Firdaus already furious with her.

Milea was busy looking for a cauldron to fry her chicken, without her noticing that Firdaus was already standing behind her.

“Pak, which cauldron?” asked Milea while looking down at the kitchen set table.

There was no reply from Firdaus, Milea straightened her body and turned around.

“Astagfirullah,” Milea said when she saw the distance between herself and Firdaus was very close.

“Who ngizinin you cooked it in my kitchen?” firdaus asked, staring intently at Milea.

Kruuukk ..

Again, Milea's stomach rang very loudly.

“My stomach, Sir,” replied Milea.

“Hah? What did you say?”

“My stomach is hungry. I have a history of ulcer disease, if I delay eating it longer, then my disease will get worse, sir,” said Milea.

“Yes already, because you have ulcer disease, eating vegetarian food is very good. Not the ones

fatty and greasy like this,” ketus Firdaus.

“No need ah, I want to eat this.” Milea did not want to lose with her wishes.

“Basic stubbornness,” ketus Firdaus and snatch the fast food that was in Milea's hands.

“Eh, Balikin, Sir. I'm hungry, I want to eat that,” whine Milea while trying to take back her raw chicken package.

“Can't, you should eat salad only,” Firdaus stressed.

“Mrt want .. don't want .. I want honey chicken.” Milea continued to try to seize the package, until she accidentally nudged the sesame oil on the kitchen set table and spilled it on the floor.

the floor, so that made his feet slip.

“Aaaammpp ..”

Bruin ....

“Awww..” ringisnya while rubbing his sore butt.

“You're not papa?” firdaus asked and crouched down near Milea.

“This is wrong, Father. If you give that chicken to me, none of this will happen. If you do not permit me to cook here, I want to go home aja,” whine Milea with teary eyes.

“Loh, how do you cry?” ask Firdaus to panic.

“Sick tofu, hiks .. Where hungry again,” ketus Milea while rubbing her stomach that again sounds.

“Enak aja salahin me. It is your own fault that you are not careful. Who told me to spill my sesame oil. You know how much that cost? That oil is expensive yes, because I buy it which is not just any oil,” said Firdaus.

Milea wiped her tears. He doesn't believe what he hears. “Where do I know. After all, I've been like a mother-of-the-mom who fuss over expensive oil. Though the cigarette is more expensive than oil,” ketus Milea.

“I don't smoke.” replied Firdaus.

“Solar,” sneer Milea. “This wants to help wake up not?” asked Milea with a little tartness.

Firdaus let out a slow sigh and helped Milea up.

“Other times be careful,” Firdaus said as Milea stood tall.

“Hmm, thank you,” replied Milea, then took all those packets of honey chicken and hugged her.

Milea walked while enduring the pain in her buttocks.

“Where are you going?” ask Firdaus.

“You go home, you want to cook at home. Hungry,” replied Milea while walking in limp.

Firdaus also confronted Milea, making the woman stop her steps.

“Sini, let me cook,” Firdaus said while taking a pack of honey chicken in Milea's arms.