Like Marrying a Boy
SMB 25S
Agnes continued to grieve. Her lips were pursed and it was like a custom when Agnes wanted something. Gatra who was focusing on the steering wheel immediately turned a glance towards his wife.
"What do you want? I've taken you to Papa's, haven't I? Or do you want to stay there?" tanya Gatra was confused. There is no wind, no rain, no light as the light of darkness. Uh! Agnes suddenly sulked.
"No. I don't want to stay at papa's house," Agnes said looking at her husband in annoyance. This adds to the confusion of Gatra.
"Then?"
"I want to buy a sweet martabak. The sweet ones are like me," said Agnes confidently.
"Curtain!" Gatra screeched while smiling widely. "One once," he added with a wry smile.
"Why? You don't accept that I'm sweet? Just tell me you're jealous. Envied? Say, Boss!" said Agnes.
Gatra could not hold back his laughter. Especially seeing Agnes who was suddenly upset because she thought she was being ridiculed. Making Gatra feel anxious for the woman.
"I want a martabak. The martabak! The martabak!" agnes shouted while beating up the dashboard.
Really, Agnes' scream was able to make Gatra's head become dizzy. In fact, his eardrum was like it was about to break.
"Already, stop. All right we're gonna buy a martabak, but you gotta shut up! Don't speak a word or I won't obey your will" Gatra ordered, threatening.
Agnes nodded quickly and closed her mouth and was busy playing mobile phone. Gatra was relieved by it. However, only two minutes had passed, Gatra was already feeling lonely. Lonelier than the grave, let alone the hearts of the jomlowati and jomlowans. Wkwkw
Occasionally Gatra turned to the side and saw Agnes who was busy scrolling the phone screen.
"In addition to martabak, what do you want to buy? I don't want it when you get home you just asked for it." Gatra asked, but there was no reply at all from Agnes. The woman kept staring at the phone screen.
"Hey, why are you quiet?" Gatra was getting upset. He also pulled his car not far from the martabak seller in front. Then grab Agnes' phone quickly.
Agnes looked up, and wanted to ask for the phone, but Gatra quickly pushed the phone away until Agnes stomped her feet in annoyance.
"Why? I just obeyed the order not to speak a single word. I don't want us to fail to give martabak" said Agnes. Like a passing train that does not stop.
"But now you're talking all that time, aren't you?" Gatra smiled cunningly. Agnes shut her mouth and hit the chest of Gatra's field afterwards.
"You're infuriating! I want to buy a martabak! The point! No comma."
"What's? Not wearing pants? Who doesn't wear pants?" seloroh Gatra's. It made Agnes feel upset.
"Gatra Mahardika!!!" Agnes screamed, but fell silent afterwards when Gatra had already kissed her soft lips even slightly melum*tnya.
Agnes was silent at first, but she returned Gatra's kiss. However, it was only for a moment because Gatra had already let go of their kiss. Makes Agnes feel a little disappointed because honestly she began to be addicted to the lips of Gatra.
"We will continue after we get home. Now that you wait here, I'll buy the hammer first." Gatra gave Agnes' phone back and was about to get out of the car. However, Agnes held him back quickly.
"I want to come" said Agnes whining.
"Wait here. I'm just for a moment" Gatra refused.
"I don't want to. Anyway I want to come."
Agnes began to sulk and Gatra only snorted violently because of it.
"Wait here. I'm just a little Agnesia Rebecca January, honey." Gatra emphasized the word 'honey' while grumbling his teeth in annoyance to Agnes who ngeyel.
"I want to come, Gatra Mahardika, my love." Agnes retaliates against the origin, but is able to make Gatra stupefied for a while. "My love's a bunch of coders." Agnes let go of her handrails and got out of the car leaving Gatra just like that.
Gatra also only saw Agnes who was walking quickly to the martabak seller. "Oh my God, hold my heart." He nodded and followed his wife in a hurry. Although upset, Gatra still made a smile with his wife's behavior.
