KENAYA (Ken And Aya)

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#KENAYA (Ken and Aya)

#Part9

This afternoon Aya decided to go to her father-in-law's house. He told Ken. With a note he should go home if Ken picks him up because he's here by taxi. They will eat outside.

“How to marry Ken?” ask the Goddess to her daughter-in-law.

“It feels different, Ma. Every night there is a hug,” he said making Dewi smile wide.

“Wah, lifeless bolster, dong, Kak,” celtuk Maya. He looked at Aya with a seductive look.

“Hahaha yes. Wild roll.” She giggles at herself making her husband bolster. Aya so want to hurry the night because if you take a nap, Ken never went home.

“No plans ngisi?” ask Maya.

“Iya, the plan is back from here to fill in the same Ken,” replied plainly. The goddess who drank choked with her daughter-in-law's words. Maya herself immediately salting.

“Ehehe, it turns out diligent content,” Maya said.

“Iya. Ken wants tonight outside.” Her husband may be tired of eating home-cooked food because Aya's cooking is really perfunctory. So, they would fill his stomach with outside food.

Maya is getting salting. He did not expect Aya to come clean. He even said he would do it outside.

“Assalamualaikum,” Ken greeting makes the three women reply Ken greeting.

“Wa’alaikumsalam!” unhampered.

Ken took the water in the fridge and sipped it. He saw his wife looking at him with a look of a demon.

“Ken, game. Already impatient,” whining.

The goddess and Maya looked at each other. They shake their heads. It's Aya or Ken who's aggressive, anyway?

“Propa. New capek home.” Ken said goodbye to the Goddess and Maya. Until they lost the Goddess's laughter and Maya exploded.

***

Ken opened the phone. There's an email from the office coming in. When he checks email. His wife came out with a towel wrapped around his body.

Jamb.

Ken gulped his own saliva. Aya passed by in front of him.

“Ken, where do you want to fill?” ask her while looking for the clothes she will wear.

“I-isi?” Ken feels like an idiot right now. Blame Aya's question that felt ambiguous. Suddenly Ken's body is hot-cold.

“She wants to eat outside,” Rutuk Aya. Is her husband senile?

Ken's lethargic. Always hope is dashed, “We eat on the roadside only. Want?”

Aya was immediately excited. Street food is no less delicious than a five-star restaurant.

“Mauuu!” yells. He went to the bathroom and put on his clothes. Luckily, he was wearing it in the bathroom. Ken could get out of control if in front of him.

“Yuk,” invite Aya. He was ready and ready to eat.

“Eh, Ken, it's like a date, no, anyway? Pas really Sunday night,” ask when on the way. His eyes were busy looking around him.

“Consider,” replied Ken soberly.

“Maxon 2, Sir,” Ken said. He and Aya sat down while looking around him. Most teenagers are drunk.

“I really love you.”

“I too. Life promise semati.”

Ken and Aya looked at each other. They stared at the horror of the couple beside them.

“Jijik iki tih, Mis,” tease Aya.

“Ush, can not ngomog so,” scold Ken. They want to be bucin.

“This meatballa.” Finally their order meatballs came. Aya quickly picked up the sauce and sowed it a lot. Ken held his wife's hand.

“Let's get a stomachache. Remember you have an ulcer and haven't eaten rice. Later your stomach is shocked,” forbid Ken.

Aya save sauce bottle, “Eat tampa lombok taste is not shaky, Ken.” He had to give up because he still remembered to recite the husband said.

“Alhamdulillah!” Aya was relieved after finishing two bowls of meatballs. Her rubber stomach wasn't enough of a bowl.

Ken was always surprised by Aya's appetite being so high, but still thin. Is his wife deworming?

***

“So we want to go where else?” ask Ken to his wife. They just stopped by the night market.

“Come home,” Og Aya. Suddenly his stomach hurt. He did not tell Ken.

“Ya already,” break up Ken. He grabs Aya's hand and takes her to the parking lot. On the way his wife is not usually silent.

Aya went straight into her house. Walk quickly to the room and slam himself on the bed.

“Huweeee sickt,” whining. His body was curled up like a baby.

Ken came in and brought their groceries. Seeing Aya curl up, Ken approached.

“Why you?” queried. He sits on the edge of the bed.

Aya turned her head with eyes that had been smoother, “Sakit.” Ken took a breath.

“Which hurts?” asked Ken to try patiently face his broken wife.

“My stomach is Ken. This is because you doain me the ugly,” grunted. Ken looked at his wife.

“This is because you are spelled out,” said Ken while pulling Aya's cheek.

“Awww KDRT!” jeremy Aya. She hit her husband's hand. Then, whine the pain back.

Ken stood up and checked his nightstand drawer. Take eucalyptus oil. Ken scratched his nape not itchy.

“You can yourself ‘kan rubin your stomach eucalyptus oil?” ken asked Aya's arm.

“Usually if your stomach ache Mama rubs my stomach with my back,” softly. Sometimes grimacing.

Ken closed his eyes. What is this experiment? Until now he has not got his real rights. Aya-style rights he has got.

***

TB