Jum Wo Ai Ni

Slipperiest

I'm just a nanya, don't have to make it hard to answer."

Juminten snorted in annoyance, he continued his steps back. The petite woman picked up a crackle bag containing an egg hammer, then rushed into the room.

Dylan's hand was stretched out to prevent. However, Juminten's steps were faster, the door of the room he closed with a little rough.

"Hah .. shit, why was he brought in the hammer,ck." Dylan scratched his head with both hands.

The hambang began to wriggle to fill. Although he does not like the egg martabak, but at times like this, he can eat anything to fill the stomach. Since the application event that suddenly had a contract earlier he had not filled the stomach with carbohydrates. He only drinks water.

Moreover, the dinner with Jessica also failed, as a result Dylan went home on an empty stomach. He didn't eat because he was afraid that Mayleen would get angry, if she was late to come home.

With gontai steps, the white man walked into the living room, on the table there was only a teapot of water. Dylan had to fill his stomach with water again.

"Is there really no food here?"

Dylan looked to his left and right, his gaze fixed on the fridge standing firmly beside the table. His narrow eyes sparkled, inside there must be a lot of food. 45 He opened the fridge door. The man crouched down in front of an open fridge, hands

Dylan's guess is wrong, there's no ready-to-eat food. There are only vegetables and a few raw chicken pieces. Dylan was disappointed.

"There is no cake left at all, the feeling was there was a lot of cake that was served during the event?"

Dylan had no idea that Juminten and Ana had already distributed the rest of the cake to their neighbors. The owner of the handsome squinty eyes, closed the refrigerator with a feeling of arrogance. This hunger was unbearable, he went to the kitchen, maybe he could find something to eat.

After checking some empty pans with zonk results. Dylan found the treasure while opening the lid of the pot on the table, his saliva almost dripping.

"It's him, it's a real race." Juminten who was disturbed by the sound of crowded from the kitchen.

The girl tied her hair original, she swung a quick step towards the kitchen. His eyes widened when he saw the figure of a sturdy man, who was hanging on a kitchen chair. The man's hands seemed busy with forks.

"What are you doing?!"

Dylan was surprised, hearing Juminten's loud shrieking voice, one peek did not manage to be swallowed well by him. Seeing that, Juminten immediately approached Dylan and patted the man on the back.

"Thuhuk ...!" The lick was finally able to come out of Dylan's throat.

"Eat him if you want to eat anything but the same permission that has," said Juminten. He moved from Dylan's side to fetch a glass of water and then gave it to his husband.

Dylan immediately downed the water that Juminten gave him.

"Astaghfirullah .. You know what hunger is. Take a full pot, just stay this way!" Juminten saw the lick he made earlier, now only half of it is left.

"Such a tickle, I'll pay you, '" said Dylan.

"It's not a matter of paying or not Young Master. This is already the order of people, if you think how to try. Where is malem gini, where do I buy materials to make it!" juminten complained in frustration.

After he finished making a nibble, Juminten made a promotion on social media. And as always, the juminten-made cilok is always selling well. There was even a 40-serving order for the reunion event, but now his cilok could not meet the quota of orders he received.

"Yes I'm hungry to know, it's wrong that there's no food. I ate this" said Dylan guiltlessly.

Juminten stared intently at the man beside him. While what was seen was only grin, spread the ranks of his white teeth.

"You still hungry?" juminten asked, this time in a softer tone.

"When there is food, eat again. Not full of this meal," Dylan replied expectantly.

With no words coming out of Juminten's tiny mouth, the woman returned to the living room to pick up some groceries from the refrigerator, then returned to the kitchen. Deftly Juminten began to wash and process the materials he brought. Dylan's eyes only followed where Juminten moved his body.

For the first time, Dylan had actually noticed Juminten. The woman is quite beautiful even without makeup polish. He was modest, wearing only a home negligee and the hair he had tied up originally, some of the hair he had let unravel framed his face.

Her hair moved swinging gracefully, as Juminten's body moved. Dylan propped up his chin with his hands. Enjoy the beautiful beauty of God's creation with all its simplicity.

"Can't you eat a spit, can you?" juminten asked without looking.

Feeling no answer, Juminten turned his head, his eyebrows clinging to Dylan who was sitting daydreaming.

"Hoi ... asked instead of daydreaming. You can eat a spicy meal?!" juminten asked again, this time in a slightly louder voice.

"Eh .bi-can," replied Dylan.

"OK." Juminten continued cooking again.

While Dylan was self-defeating for daydreaming at Juminten.

"Conscious Dy, he's just Juminten. Why do you see him kayaking like that, shameful," murmured Dylan softly.

After fifteen minutes of struggling with his face, Juminten brought two bowls of noodles that he made with potluck ingredients in the refrigerator. Juminten placed a bowl of soup noodles, in front of Dylan.

The fragrant aroma that made Dylan's saliva drip, oozing filled the man's narrow sense of smell.

"What's this?" ask Dylan.

Juminten did not reply, the woman's mouth was already full of noodles and mustard that had just entered her mouth.

"Mie" replied Juminten briefly, before continuing to chew.

Dylan began to take a little gravy, sipping a soft clear sauce filled with flavor. Dylan's pupils widened, eagerly putting the noodles into his mouth.

Every now and then Dylan stole a glance at Juminten, I don't know if he felt Juminten had chosen something that made him want to continue seeing that innocent face.

Sweet girl, simple, also smart cooking. Unknowingly, Dylan's smile expanded.

Juminten who saw Dylan smiling himself felt strange.

"When you're done, wash your own bowl. I'm mai resting." Juminten got up from his seat, after he finished eating.

"You told me to wash the dishes?!"

"Yes, cook to eat doang. Oh. ... One more don't forget to pay for the cilok you ate, and take me to the market tomorrow at 5 am. As punishment, it's been my lick."

"Damn you, I'm not a lickhead!"