Chef's Lovely Wife Handsome

nineteen

Dira has been one of the students for two months at one of the universities in Jakarta, and during that time he tried to avoid if he met the gods.

Like this afternoon when he was going to go to kantin with Desi, but finally he paused because he saw there was a God there, and ended up eating only fried foods that were on the side of the road.

The clock was ten o'clock at night, and Dira had just put her ass on a simple mattress.

She just got home from her new job, which is to be a waitress at the Desi family's cafe.

Because now, Dira is no longer working at the Hermawan family home anymore.Too depressed if you have to deal with lady sarah.

tock..tok...

Dira rubbed his face, who are these nights visiting you?didn't he know it was time to rest?.

Jeez Dira almost cursed someone who was waiting in front of the door Kostnya.

Dira opened the door, and his eyeballs almost jumped out because he saw the God who was visiting at this time.He desperately dodged, but now someone who most did not want him to meet instead stood in front of him.

"what's wrong?" tanya Dira who really felt lazy to respond to the Gods.

The god showed him a scissor hanging from it, with the whimper of his horse. Making Dira roll her eyes lazy "it's Wak night" Dira turned her body, towards her mattress waiting for her to fall.

"Sir...?I'm calling Grandpa!" protesting the surprised God heard the nickname Dira gave.

"continue I have to call De, is that it?" Dira rolled his eyes "your age is older than me." said Dira sitting on his bed.No way dong Dira call him Master again? because now he's not working with the God family anymore.

"yes, no matter what" said God still irritated, recently there are people who call his name just by the name Wak.

God handed the scissors to Dira "this is already malem..lain aja deh." reject Dira. Dira knew the God's intent to give him the scissors. What else if not to cut his hair.

"other time when?" said the god follow sitting next to Dira "you're in the morning of college, back to college work at the cafe, after the time?"

"uh, tumben you don't use me you, usually lo me?" ask Dira wonder.

"don't worry about the topic, hunt this late hunt" God took a chair that Dira usually used to study, then put it in front of Dira and sat there.

Dira had no other choice, he stood up and took his comb and began to cut the hair of the God who looked slightly elongated.

"why don't you go to the Barbarian Shop?!" grouse Dira.

"i'd rather you cut Wul" replied the Lord.

"Geezer...Ul!" now it's Dira's turn to protest because God calls her Wul.

"you call me Wak, so I call you Wul." The god only grinned, it turns out he did miss this girl behind him.

During his college, God felt there was nothing less than his life, nothing he could be ignorant of.

A few moments later,

Dira has cleaned the rest of the hair attached to the neck of the God "go home...! I want to sleep" Dira shooed the Gods blatantly.

But, instead of moving away, God even moved to go up on the mattress Dira. make the girl more blood.

"come home?!" Dira smacks the face of the God with his pillow.

God grinned while holding his stomach. "hunger Wul...there is food?"

Dira rolled his eyeballs, caught off guard by the behavior of his former employer. "is indomie want to?" ask Dira at last.

"can deh..lumayan make a wedge of the stomach"

Dira headed for the kitchen that was behind so one with the bathroom. Then cook two bowls of instant noodles for him and another for his former boss.

"sound..." Dira thrust a bowl of noodles at the Gods, and was gladly accepted of course.

The god ate his noodles after thanking Dira.

"Wul...kok different is it?" asked the God after eating one mouthful of his noodles.

"same aja.sama-sama indomie rasa soto" replied Dira.

"but how could you possibly taste better?" The god glanced at Dira's bowl.

Dira keeps his bowl from the reach of God so that God no longer repeats his actions "yes it is different, people wrapped in noodles have you had no oil" said Dira stuck out her tongue.

"astaga Wul's...! just pantes...!" furious God.

Dira laughed loosely at the behavior of the God who saw his noodle bowl full of pity.

"yes already.lumayan, rather than slenderness" said the god resigned. And then spend it too.

"go home!" again Dira drove the Gods from her boarding house, after the Gods finished their meal.

"yes Wul...then there is a ball we nobar yes.ya.ya...?" rayu Dewa. "there Juve against milan you know.." once again God tried his luck seducing Dira so that he was allowed to stay overnight.

Dira seemed to be thinking, then sighed heavily. It's free that he tried to get the gods to go, because he knew how stubborn the man was.

"youhave..." Dira walked to the long chair beside the door, and did not forget to bring a pillow and blanket.

"assekkkk.." cried the God of joy.

basic!!! what kind of guy is not gentle cook me a girl sleep in the chair he even happily sleep in the mattress... Dira cursed his fate in his heart.

kringg...

Alarm from Dira's alarm clock sounds. In a hurry, he turned it off.

At two o'clock in the morning he set the alarm.he looked at the direction of his bed, and God was no longer there.

where's the boy. Dira got up and sat in the chair to collect his life.

"already awake" Dira was surprised to see the God coming from the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"I thought you had come home" Dira rubbed his face that was still shabby because he just woke up. "why do you want?" ask Dira who saw God is releasing his shirt.

"change clothes" said Dewa casually pulled Jersei Juve from his bag. "I brought two, you one" God threw one shirt for Dira to wear.

"you support Juve?" tanya Dira receives a juve jersey jersey from the Gods.

"iya dong" replied the God pleased.

Dira exhaled heavily, then moved towards the cupboard behind the God.

"step!" exclaiming Dira beat the jarsey that he brought earlier on the stomach of God. made the man complain.

Dira looked at the God, but his attention was on the right arm of the God who was tattooed there.

"do you have a tattoo?" ask Dira wonder.

The god glanced at his upper arm which was indeed a tattoo there "yes" he replied lightly.

Dira pinched the pictured arm of the God, making the man grimace.

"sick?"

"yes, you nyubitnya very much so"

"nah.it is still sick, sok-sokan want to be a thug" said Dira bersungit-sung.

"that's cool, Wul"

"cool from hong kong?"

"haven't met in two years why is it so bad for you?"

"that's why you don't go along" the god put his arm around Dira's neck and flanked him. Makes Dira difficult to breathe then elbow the man's stomach.

"smell ketek...!! jesus!!" exclaim Dira.