FORCED TO MARRY PARIBAN

Thought you

Lunch at her parents' house Dewun feels good for Tara today. Because of the food they are eating right now. It is a Dew cuisine. Dew cooking simple food. Arsik carp, which is a goldfish that smells like asem pade. Vegetables mixed. The leaves of yam, katuk leaves, kale, long beans, eggplant, and cempoka. Boiled into one, if the name in the village Dewun is a vegetable bolgang.

There is also fried chicken Kalasan, anchovy sambal, do not forget there is shrimp paste sambal and sambal tuk tuk. Sambal tuk tuk is the favorite sambal of the Sire. This time the fish in tuk tuk is a goldfish that is burned.

Tara did not expect Dew could cook.

"Add Bere Tara," His Majesty handed out a basket containing rice from their rice fields. Yes, the parents of Dewun have a large rice field. So they never buy rice, even every time the harvest sells rice.

The fish is also eaten from the pond itself. Vegetables that are eaten are not bought either. Because, Mama Nur diligently planted vegetables in the yard of their empty back home.

"Yes Bones, I must have tethered. Cuisine is so delicious." Tara gave her thumbs up praising the food she was eating.

Dew swung his lips, he was annoyed. Tara doesn't praise her, who cooks her, Mama and ART they just help. What determines the roof is him.

"What's cooking is your wife Bere Tara." Mama Nur smiled looking at the pouting Dew next to Tara. Right now they're having lunch, in the back garden. Accompanied by beautiful scenery, a vast expanse of rice fields with yellowing pad, gardens full of flowers near the fish pond. What a peaceful atmosphere. Cool air is getting felt because of the breeze.

"What's? Can she cook?" Tara smiled sweetly at his sulking wife. He deliberately seduced his wife. He also knew, after Dew delivered drinks for him and his Bones. Mama Nur invites Dewun to cook lunch.

"Ehmmm..." Dew answered by bending his lips. The expression on Dew's face looks funny.

"Such a deck. Thank you for cooking this delicious meal. Savory, delicious, spicy his tongue shake." Puji Tara was still staring at the Dew which still displayed a sour facial expression.

"Grown, have you never cooked all this time? why does your husband feel like you've just tasted your cooking?"

Uhukkk.. Dew coughed, as it choked. He was surprised by his father's question. What if he says yes. Surely your Majesty will scold him. She will be said to be a wife who is not good at taking care of her husband.

The dew stares at his parents in turn. Then the view stopped on Tara.

"Bones, but don't cook a menu like this. Just cook fried rice, egg ceplok that. Dew again focused on the script, so I didn't force her to cook. Sometimes we choose to eat out. Or eat foods that are cooked ART." Tara's defense speech to him, made Dew's heart sting. She felt more guilty about her husband.

"Lucky you baby, have a husband like Tara. If it's your father, look at it for yourself. If you don't cook, she won't eat. Take your meal home and not." Mama Nur looked upset, sometimes she also wanted to take a cooking holiday.

"You should be grateful deck. Your husband always wanted to eat your cooking." His Majesty has defended. "We eat out often." His Majesty continued his words.

"She eats outside, in the moment of infidelity." Ketus Mama Nur, Tara and Dew laughed. Then the couple, both of whom closed their mouths because they felt wrong, laughed while eating.

"Not even Ma. As we remember the Dew we often eat to the restaurant." Dew remembered the moment of his togetherness with his family.

"Yes, if you come home from the dormitory." Obviously Mama Mira.

"Eehmmm eating at home is healthier. Because we know what we put into our cooking. The food outside tastes good, usually most MSG." Timpal Tara, defend his father-in-law.

"What is MSG?" ask the Lord full of investigation.

"MSG (Monosodium glutamate) is a type of flavoring. Alias micin, Dad." Obviously Dew smiled sweetly. Today together is so warm and fun.

A moment of Dew Stares glared, regretting his attitude that cut the friendship with Tara for many years.

"What do you think?" Tara stared at the glaring Dew.

"Thinking you!" the answer is shame.

His Majesty also left the Gazebo, feeling ashamed of his own behavior. Romantic in front of him. While Mama Nur, with a laugh, took care of their dish.

TBC.