Estazolam De Brown's
Norway Again
54.
The trip to Bergen was a pretty exhausting one,,,
About 7 hours drive from oslo to bergen,
The city is full of world cultural heritage, colorful cheerful quaint dock bryggen, so call people
If rangga and kia used to go to Venice, Italy for the story of their journey, now air and farhan play in norway,, Bergen, Bryggen.
The beautiful sea expanse is dazzling, rows of chairs are so many and various languages are united there.
The hansa league relics were once the center of the Norwegian economy at the time, as well as the center of the erniagaan, and now turned into a shop with rows of chairs entertaining the eyes with beautiful views on the ocean.
Our departure was done in winter, so the scenery we got during the trip to the dominant snow white genre, rivers, frozen lakes and snowy mountains from a distance.
A few times Farhan took silent pictures of the air, snapping so beautiful adoring gaze of God's creation,
Photographing smiles arrived hers when their gazes fused
“mau have fotoin?” ask her
Farhan was just shaking.
Behind the answer no, Eve always has an idea to be her YA…
Entering the journey approximately ¼ perjalnan to bergen, now the view of the scenery began to change.
The scenery turned green, the mountains and the ice lakes no longer existed, only the green plains, tunnels and even the lakes were as usual,, I mean
Bergen is a warm city,
Warm so that it can make my heart set on you (joking)
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“here we are, bergen!” farhan said with his norwegian accent, making laughter while looking at her husband
“you look handsome babe” says air has arrived to make farhan blush
A little salting but then giving a kiss on the cheek of air
“ayo made various memories here..” said farhan then brought his wife to explore the city of bergen.
Not only is the view of the pier colorful, there is so much culture there…
A museum? The church? Or some other relic? There are so many things we can find there.
Stayed there for 5 days, before finally returning to Oslo.
“god morgen aunt” says farhan greets hotel waitress,,,
“God morgen ogsa sir, can anyone help?” ask the waiter with a smile
“please prepare some snacks for the night for me and my wife, please take it later to room number 45 ya” message farhan then taken by the waiter with a smile
Farhan walks towards the elevator, but then the old man calls out his father's name, Riko
“you riko right!long time no see!” firmly old man while hugging farhan
The bewildered Farhan could only hug the old grandfather as well
“sorry grandpa, I'm not riko. I farhan”clear farhan then took off his embrace with a smile
“nein!”reply the grandfather then hugged Farhan again
“excuse me grandpa, who's riko?” tanya air arrived, but the cruel and cold gaze of the old man approached the air
“tida politely!” obviously the old geezer was while then slightly cursing
“sorry sir, I think you are more disrespectful. Husband and even I do not know you, but suddenly came to hug my husband while calling riko!” hard air did not accept
Farhan took off his embrace and then embraced his wife
“bad emotions are not good for health. Come on up” Farhan said without even talking to the old man
“riko!” obviously grandpa again
“Jeg er ikke Riko! Jeg er Farhan! slutt a bry deg, du er ikke som en ekte nordmann! (i'm not a riko! i'm farhan! stop bothering, you are not like a native norwegian!)” farhan firmly without looking back then entered the elevator
“nein!riko!” call him continue while then menenagankan his wife who is emotional
“is he likely your grandfather mas?” ask hawa to look
“i don't want to talk about that guy! It's good that he scolded you!” angry farhan too
“aih,, it should be an angry air mas, why mas?” muckishort
“what is he your grandfather mas?” ask Eve again
Farhan stared intently at his wife, then carried the woman in his arms,,
“I don't care, I don't want to know and I don't want to talk about him. All I want...you!” firmly farhan then the air choked when the elevator door opened
Fortunately kosng, so it slightly reduces the embarrassment of air
“don't mas!” said hawa reigning
“I need you! Now!” farhan
“lah, this is how we turn back his emotions. I should be the one with emotion!” said eve pinched Farhan's stomach asking to be down right
*it doesn't feel at all
The door of the room was opened, hurriedly bringing air onto their current bed
Many times the air tried to calm the savagery of farhan, but it was in vain
“hey, stop it! What happened to you? hahaha” asked eve while laughing amusedly
Farhan did not care about the giggles, he was upset and his impingement was on his wife,, his passion
As he was so greedy, he fell silent. Slowly raising his gaze at the wife who was holding back laughter
A few seconds of silence while looking at his wife's face, he ran to the bathroom, to the sink
Huekkkkk
Huekkkk
Heukkkk
Farhan puked,,,
Quickly, Eve went to the bathroom and checked her beloved husband
“you are sick mas?” ask Eve while offering warm water
Farhan washed his face while then staring into the glass
His wife's panicked face was so clear,
Pale lips, also my eyes approached Farhan's face
“im fine... really!” farhan hatch
“you, morning sickness is not?” farhan asked
“a little mas” reply aira then farhan walk hugging air
“I feel you” replied farhan dramatic…
“ini,, what does that mean?” confused eve, it was still savage, now so lethargic..pasih mean it?” batin Hawa brought Farhan to bed
Ting tong, night snack farhan request coming
“let me open the door briefly” say aira
“aku come!” farhan's murmur arrived, his hands were withered on the arms of the air, his head was leaning in tightly hugging the waist of air
“you why the hell mas?” the sadness of air arrived
Feeling indifferent, air walked towards the door with farhan firmly stuck behind him
Farhan was not ashamed of the servant who entered, he even kissed the shoulder of air indirectly,, covered by the clothes of air
“you why the hell mas?” tanya aira again arrived, but farhan arrived also sulked, upset because of his wife's words
“I want to sleep!” farhan said then into the blanket.
Lah, what is this really?
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Warm regards
Ismi hana rizky
