Love 150 Cm.

35. MERCON'S MOUTH IS MY WIFE

"Looks like he's exhausted," Bian muttered as he looked at the innocent face of Tasya who was currently sleeping extremely soundly. To let out a fine snoring, and slightly interfere with Bian's hearing.

Bian let him sleep and he also went straight to the kitchen and saw, at the dining table there was food or not.

Arriving at the dinner table. Bian was amazed to see the menu processed by Tasya, because his stomach was impatient to ask for his right. It does not take long, Bian has sat and enjoyed every processed cooked by his wife.

"It's not in vain that I married that mercon-mouthed girl, all of her cooking made me stop at nothing to eat her." With a mouth full Bian had spoken words of praise to the menu in front of him.

Feeling full he immediately stood up and went back to work to finish his business. If not for sure his goddamn assistant will be the mouth of the pot, because it can not stop not to bother, about him who went without saying goodbye leaving a pile of reports on the table.

Not long later Bian was where he was looking for rupiah coffers. Sure enough when he entered his room, he was confronted by a man who had helped him in managing the factory, his own business results.

"Where are you, like a child, suddenly disappearing in the break." Delon ripped off irritatedly because Bian left without saying goodbye.

"You're like a prawan child who runs out in a duck sauce, the new guy comes already angry unclear." Replied Bian while putting down the suit he was wearing.

"What is this style," said Delon by mimicking the style of women.

"Bas disgusting," said Bian with a shuddering body because he thought it was not like a woman but, more precisely, like a canned sissy on the street.

"This is a tip to tease the stupid guys."

"Those people will run away first before you are tempted" Bian said with a mocking face.

"Where are you from?" tanya Delon was full of probes.

"Rome from hunger." The answer.

"Tumben, is Aunt Mira in your house?"

"No, that must be the mouth of the mercon that cooks."

"Mercon's mouth?" Delon frowned apparently Bian was unconscious as his lips told him that.

"Who did you say mercon's mouth?" with a curious position Delon continued to force Bian to say it.

"Your ears are the problem. When did I say that," elak Bian who did not know about his marriage to Tasya at that time.

"I don't think so, because you really said it." Delon was convinced that his hearing was still functioning properly. So, he didn't hear wrong.

"What am I talking about?" tanya Bian pretended to forget the words he had spoken.

"You mentioned 'Mouth mercon' and I'm sure of it" he said with confidence.

"Well, your ear seems to be taken to the ENT doctor, because what I said earlier was a mercon oseng not a mercon's mouth." Bian replied at length and reworked his words.

"So I misheard it, because you said it."

"Sure," Bian replied.

Ck .. Ck.

"Bi, how did you qualify Aunt Amira to find a wife?" delon asked because he had not met Bian for almost a month, because he had returned home so he certainly did not know what was going on at this time.

"I'm actually married. Mama also already knows what kind of wife I married, anyways we married because it was forced after all the assets have been diverted my name, then we will divorce." Bian's reply made Delon immediately startled and his mouth gaping. He really did not know if his friend was married but he did not know it.

"Why didn't you know you were married?"

"The wedding was deliberately kept secret and it was approved by both parties" Bian said, explaining why there were no parties and so on.

"Is she pretty?"

Bian did not immediately reply, he instead imagined himself honeymooning on a blue cloud, and nothing disturbed.

Instantly Bian's smile faded as he heard the painful words from Delon's mouth.

"Well, why do we know that we are imagining the impossible to be possible." Inner Bian, he was silent and had not yet responded to Delon, because now he was still cool to speak for himself in the heart.

Bian stared dislikefully because it was like a shaman who knew his heart. Delon always just like that to make Bian feel if he has knowledge.

"Because it looks like the rough strokes on your face are stupid" said Delon, accompanied by a sledgehammer.

"When you keep blabbering, it's better to make coffee there. My bin this morning only made me tea," said Bian who chose to end the chat.

"Well, since my eyes also need black, my feet will happily walk into the pantry."

"So, a lot of hunting drama don't say much." With a slightly raised tone Bian said, not a gift or indeed he was apes. Maybe having friends has no morals at all.

Delon came out and asked OB to make him and Bian coffee.

Not long after that two cups of coffee had landed on the table, as Delon preferred to wait and directly bring it into the room.

"It's your coffee."

Bian did not answer because he was still serious about the pile of files on the table. Reading one by one after that gave signatures, until the pile is now only half.

Pretty tired but that's the job he did in the last year.

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Three o'clock in the afternoon Tasya just woke up. Long enough he fell asleep until he forgot Bian who he said came home.

"Gosh, how can I bablas like this." Tasya patted his eel because he completely forgot that Bian was coming home.

In a hurry Tasya got up and looked at the dining table just to make sure.

"It turns out he came home, and this food. Is it only you who spends? Whether his stomach is very hungry also until clean is not left," Tasya said when he saw the menu he made clean without any residue.

Tasya's stomach is hungry but on the table there is only leftover soup. Tasya was forced to cook noodles, because his body was tired if he had to cook again.

"Hemm .. It must be delicious soto with noodle stuffing continues to be plated given chili and mustard eggs, yummy." Tasya could not wait to eat the soto containing noodles in the package.

A few minutes later. What had just been cooked was done and now it was just fine.

"Eat this with the steaming sauce and drink coffee, feel alive in heaven." With delusion he said, then his eyes sparkled because his fork was impatient to float and enter his mouth.

Exactly just a few mouthfuls heard the sound of the door being opened.

Sure enough when Tasya accidentally glanced it was her husband who came.

"There are people eating noodles" Bian said as he approached Tasya in the living room.

"Who eats" said Tasya.

"That's what it is if it's not noodles" Bian said.

Whereabouts? You're the one who saw it wrong" said Tasya who was still clean and denied that it was not noodles.

"Do you think my eyes are myopic," Bian counterattacked because he saw that the one in the bowl was noodles.

"In light of your my myopic eyes, read this." Then Tasya gave a green wrap to Bian.

"Soto noodles?"