Grandma's Choice (Mad Doctor )

It's Ngidam

Hue ... Hue ...

Early in the morning after the morning prayers congregated with Idris Za immediately ran to the bathroom while removing his entrails from the mouth.

Immediately Idris approached Za in the bathroom.

" You why else, I took a shower, it doesn't smell! " while looking at the nape of Za.

" I don't know, but I'm nauseous. " Za turned away from the sink with a tired face. " Cum.hhh .... "

" Want a massage? " Rose Idris.

Za glared at Idris, Idris grinned.

" This time reall mijitin does not use plus-plus, " said Idris by lifting his two fingers to form the letter V.

" Promise yeah! " strictly Za, Idris nodded confidently while smiling charmingly.

Idris begins massaging his wife, and Za is comfortable with Idris' treatment.

" hc ... Mas .... "

" What's up? "

" Want to eat, "Say Za while ****** her own lips.

" It just so happens that you're hungry too, let's eat! " Take Idris stand up and prepare to hold Za's hand.

Za was silent for a moment and did not welcome Idris' hand.

" Loh, even dreamy he said want to. "

" Yes, But .... " Za hangs up his words.

" But what? "

Za looked at Idris while smiling his sweetest smile.

" Dear Za don't make you don't want to go out of the room because you see your smile. " Za's smile is widening. Idris sits down next to Za and puts his face close to Za's, as their faces kill off Za's distance, pushing Idris away.

" why? "

" Za wants to eat gold! "

Idris breathed. " Huh, let's go to the dinner table! " Za shook his head.

" Want to eat in the room? " Za shook his head.

" What does Trus want? "

Za smiled as she looked at her husband. Then take a look around. "Eater ate the mas dish, "and then looked back at Idris with a spoiled smile.

Idris hugs Za, he kisses Za's face and whispers. " Why don't you just cook, cook not as smart as you in cooking. "

Za again pushed Idris with a sullen face. " Za wants a cooking mas, Za doesn't want to eat if it's not a cooking mas! " Rajuk Za's.

Idris scratched the nape that was not itchy. " Yadeh, mas, who cooks. " Seraut a beautiful smile emanated from the face of a woman named Khanza Aditya.

" Idris where's Za? " Task Mama Maryam when they're at the dinner table. " Not awake yet? " continue again.

" No ko mah, again cooking in the kitchen, " replied Za with a smile.

" Nih, husband-style fried rice for his beloved wife, " Said Idris while putting fried rice in front of Za.

" Wahh, "Za gulped. " But it looks like Bi Tini's! "

Idris glanced at bi Tini who was preparing the food. Bi Tini looked down while smiling.

" It's real made, right? " ask Za.

" Yes yes, make a wife what is not. " while raising eyebrows.

" When did you cook Dris? "

" Hehe ... Idris forgot about me too. "

" I forgot what because I couldn't, " said Papa Salim, and Idris smiled.

" Hehe, yes if for the wife should be in the can-bisain reward. "

Idris sits next to Za, and Za starts eating her food. One bribe Za began to feel, two bribes he stopped eating, because his stomach was turbulent Za also ran to the roomandi, Idris saw Za run and followed him.

" Hue ... Hue .... "

" Yes you are not papa! " Idris approached Za who was vomiting in the sink.

" No, a little nauseous. "

" From dawn you keep vomiting, do we go to the hospital, " proposed Idris.

" Tar deh, Za paper pen dine, " Said as he walked to the dining table and sat back in his chair.

" No papa kok mah, just nausea. "

Za sniffed his food. " This is what Bi Tini cooked? "

Bi Tini looked at Za as well as Idris who was about to sit back.The two of them looked at each other.

Za saw Bi Tini and Idris looking at each other as if they were coded.

" Ayoh, don't lie Za knows this Bi Tini's cooking right. "

" Hehe .. yes, "chuckles Idris while scratching his non-itchy nape. Za is pouting.

" Yadeh, this time the mas is cooked, but it will not be as good as Bi Tini not papa well. " Za nodded sumringah.

Before long fried rice made by Idris came, he served in front of Za, fried rice that was almost charred, somehow Idris made it. Mama Maryam, Papa Salim and Bi Tinipun held back a laugh.

" Za cobain yah mas. " Za scooped the fried rice into his mouth, the slightly salty onion aroma mixed with a bit of bitterness fused into Za's mouth, all of whom looked at gulping except for Za who looked to be enjoying his meal.

" Good Za! " ask Idris. Za nodded.

" Drink first, "Idris puts a drink on Za.

" It's been a mas. " Za wiped his lips with a tissue. Za was silent as if he was thinking about something while his lips were gulum-gulum.

Idris saw what his wife was doing.

" Still less? " ask Idris and be answered by Za. " That's the lips in that so why? " Za smiled spoiled until his eyes narrowed.

" What? " Idris asked again.

" Checking Aceh noodles. "

" Yaudah, it will be fitting to go home and buy Aceh noodles. "

" Wants now. " Idris reached into his pocket picking up flat objects and fiddling around looking for an onlain food vendor app.

" What do you want? "

" Buy mi Aceh. "

" Others. "

" He'eh. " Idris' eyes focus on the phone.

" is .... "

" He' uh" is still focused on the phone.

" Yes! "

" Yes, this is to buy. "

" Mas, Za want mi Aceh that sells original Acehnese, if not native Acehnese Za do not want to eat, and. " Za got up from the dining table with a sullen face.

Idris stared in surprise at Za, as did his mom and dad.

" From this hour the Aceh noodle trader has opened, there are only you Za. "

" Something weird about Za yah mas? " Tanya bi Tini's.

" Yes, since yesterday. "

" This morning there was vomiting, "back Bi Tini asked.

" Dad, subutbtadi after Za's prayer vomiting. "

" Thank God, "mama Maryam's voice was the center of attention.

" Thank God, why mah? " Task papa.

Mama and Bi Tini looked at each other and smiled. Bi Tini then brought the dirty dishes to the kitchen.

" Alhamdulillah why mah? " Idris was astonished and asked his mother.

" like your wife cravings. "

Idris thought for a moment, then he smiled and rushed to the room, even he almost hit Rayan.

" What the hell is in such a hurry, "rayan scolded while sitting at the dinner table.

Mom and Dad started to move out of the table.

" Where does no one want to eat breakfast! "

" Where have you come from at this new hour of breakfast! " said mama Maryam while wringing her husband's arm.

" Here at breakfast anyway, yes I have my own breakfast, the usual itself to everywhere itself sleep also alone, ahh,, why fate has not also sided with me, " biting bread with a sad face.

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