I Love Mr. Cue

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Since yesterday's incident seven dozen August Dennis feels his life is very not peaceful. Five times in and out of the bathroom due to the demonic punishment of the teenage girl. Heartburns whipped like Tina Toon in the torches.

Now it's better, only some physical energy weakened down dramatically if only Nella did not give the diarrhea potion medicine. Maybe his life is now in the hospital awake for a few weeks.

"Om, it still hurts?" the cute voice, the thunderbolt cry was looking for attention again to him. Both eyes of his own I looked at the face of the teenager must have been scolded by his mother.

"It's better, don't cry. It's okay." Dennis wiped away the tears that had started to fall from the corner of his eye.

"Sorry Rara yes, Om," he said sadly leaning his head on the chest of the field of the narrow-eyed man.

"Yes, Om I'm sorry," she replied, Dennis stroking the soft, pitch-black hair.

Rara left the arms of the narrow-eyed man when Dennis wanted to linger with his future wife.

"Where are you going?" Dennis asked the midget girl.

"I want to go into the kitchen for a while" he replied, leaving the place where Dennis lay helpless.

Not long after, the girl brought back a tray of something that made both men's eyebrows squinted. He put a tray on the table of chicken porridge mixed with some carrots and potatoes.

"It's Om, Rara make healthy porridge. Eaten yes, Aaa..." Rara gives a mouthful of porridge that has been blown so as not to heat in the tongue.

Dennis had doubts about the porridge of this teenage girl, for fear of being suspicious of him he opened his mouth and the taste of the porridge when touched by his tongue. Is this salty porridge or pepper porridge? It felt... Oh my god! inner Dennis was restrained forcing the gulp to swallow.

"How's Om? Tastier? This is Rara making a full of guilt and penetrating all the mistakes Om made this sick. Yes hopefully with the porridge of my guilty love treated yes, Om," he said give again a second bribe.

Looks like tears belong to Dennis ready to slide out, the next torment is not the stomach but the stifled throat wants to be removed from the shelter.

Finally the guilt-made porridge of love from Rara runs out is not left in the slightest. A cold sweat had popped the corn kernels from the slender-eyed man's forehead. The face that had been normal returned pale again.

Dennis who did not make a sound quickly woke up from his sleep into the restroom nearby. All the contents of the throat and stomach come out all. The taste of porridge was right for his life to be more traumatized. Not healed increased the second torment.

"Omm? It's okay, isn't it? Still hurts, huh?" rara's voice from outside the bathroom door.

Dennis immediately cleaned the mouth that was wasted on the porridge. The girl stood staring at the face of her future husband getting worse pale again.

"Om, is it okay? The porridge is not good, is it? It's Om..."

"No, I just feel full. Your porridge is good, only his stomach does not want to compromise," Dennis continued the words he did not want to make this teenage girl more guilty.

"really? Rara's porridge was delicious, because Rara's porridge put the same salt as three tablespoons of pepper," to be honest Rara made the man's eyes squinty stop stepping his position frozen sculpting.

Rara stared at the tall man's body just a few meters away. She knew her future husband forced her to eat the food so that the torture would increase.

"No effect, baby. You've even made Om better." Dennis' smile pulled the girl's body back in the arms.

"But,"

"Had accompanied Om to sleep. Om need your hug."

"But,"

"Here, does Om need to kiss? If you still mengueyel. It's fine, '" he said later.

Rara did not say anything else in reply to the arms of her future husband's large and wide body that drowned.