Married to My Friend's Boyfriend

61. Ala Zia soup

Zidan ruffled his waist to see the condition of the kitchen that was like a broken ship. Zidan is teaching Zia how to cook. Suddenly his innocent wife said she wanted to learn to cook. Finally Zidan taught Zia to cook a good vegetable soup for Zia's pregnancy.

"What else is this, Zidan?" asked Zia who was seriously stirring something in the pot that was on the burning stove.

"Well, do you love salt?" Zidan had just sat there watching because Zia did not want to be helped at all.

"No, yet" Zia replied as she picked up the jar containing the white grains, "How many Zidan?"

"One teaspoon" Zidan said while playing his phone.

Zia nodded then took a teaspoon to measure the salt. Zia looks so enthusiastic every time Zidan tells her to do one step at a time until finally the Zia-style vegetable soup is ready.

"Then, Zidan try it!" zia said by bringing a bowl of soup to the dining table.

Zidan looked at the soup in the bowl until it tilted its head, from the look of it was quite crushed. Zidan did not want to judge from appearance alone, like a professional chef who would taste food, Zidan took a spoon and stirred the soup. Zia has been deg-degan himself saw the action of Zidan.

"Gue try it?" said Zidan lifted a spoon containing pieces of vegetables and gravy. Zia nodded by biting her lower lip.

A second after the mouthful of soup entered Zidan's mouth, Zidan felt it. It turns out that true, should not judge one from the look, a fairly destroyed look it turned out to feel more ruined. Very sweet and strange, Zidan hard payang swallow it and try not to show the mimic want to vomit. It really feels nauseous.

"Where? Yummy?" asked Zia enthusiastically. Zidan turned to look at Zia and smiled while taking a drink. As soon as possible Zidan drank so that the food did not come out and make Zia disappointed.

"Nake it."

Zia cheered happily and took the spoon and sat down across from Zidan.

"Why what?" zidan asked frantically as Zia grabbed the bowl in front of him.

"You eat, Zidan. It's a nice vegetable soup for baby's sister." Zia looks very enthusiastic stirring the vegetable and then put a spoon into her mouth.

Zidan closed his eyes as Zia was chewing on the strange soup. For a second and two seconds there was no response from Zia, the curious Zidan opened his eyes. Zidan's mouth immediately gawked as Zia ate the soup voraciously.

"Yes, it's really, really good for Zidan" said Zia, who also fed the soup into her mouth.

Zidan quickly stood up and took the soup from before Zia.

"Well, Zidan if you want to take it yourself in the kitchen is still a lot," annoyed Zia and tried to take the soup from Zidan's hands.

"Long tongue is soak? gini-rich weird food is said to be delicious? If not good do not need to be forced, the name is also learning, do not have to directly be able to." Zia was even confused by Zidan's nagging, she thought it was delicious.

"What's not good? It's delicious here and here again Zia's," said Zia, who kept trying to reach the bowl from Zidan's hand. Even her lips had already curved down and were preparing to cry.

Zidan who saw that immediately returned the strange soup but too late, Zia had already shed her tears. "Well? lah's? don't cry dong, it's me backin."

Zia grabbed the bowl violently and sat back down and ate the soup with tears flowing.

"Cup cup cup. Don't cry, I'm sorry." Zidan patted Zia on the shoulder.

Zia wiped her tears, "Zia sorryin, but rubbed Zia's stomach."

Hearing that Zidan nodded then pulled up a chair and sat down next to Zia. He happily rubbed Zia's stomach while Zia was seriously eating.

"Assynoltom..."

The sound from the door made Zidan stop his action and walk towards the front of the contract. "Waalaikumsalam, a minute."

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"Who are you?" Zidan opened the door wide when in front of his contract were his four best friends. "Let's go in."

"Yuhuu bumil where is it?" dyu shouted as soon as he walked into the living room.

"Eating table," Zia replied shouting, Dyu nodded then walked towards the dining table, followed by the others.

Zia looked at the contents and smiled happily, "Thank you baby sister's uncle."

They nodded then sat down on the chair that Zidan had cut up from in front of the television.

"What are you eating?" asked Zio while rubbing Zia's head.

"Zia's own soup. You have to try it, it feels really good, you know" Zia replied and then moved on to get them the soup.

Zidan held back his laughter, Zidan looked at the fruits of them and took the wine and washed it.

"Now" Zia placed four bowls of soup in front of them. Coinciding with Zidan who put three grapes in the palm of each of his friends. Zidan blinked his eyes, coding them to keep quiet.

"Thank you beautiful, let's try it, yes" said Dyu and they began to feed her first feed, Zidan grimacing at that.

One second

Two seconds

Right in the third second. Dyu's shrunken face held a strange taste in his mouth, Zio was closing his mouth trying to swallow something that felt very difficult to accept by his stomach, Sky with the look of his forced face was chewing, and, and Galen seemed to close his eyes. Their expressions made Zidan want to laugh.

The next second they ate the grapes that had been on their left hand. Now they knew what Zidan meant by giving the wine.

"Enak right?" asked Zidan who was holding his lips so as not to laugh, the four men smiled forcefully as they were being noticed by Zia.

S I a l's.

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After the return of his friends, Zidan is now cleaning the kitchen that is messy because of Zia. Zia herself is doing pregnant yoga in the room with a video guide from Youtube. It's okay, the important thing is that their baby is born healthy.

After finishing with the kitchen mess, Zidan walked into the room and lay down on the bed while watching Zia who was serious with her yoga. It was still afternoon, there was still time for Zidan to rest.

"Udah?" zidan asked as Zia sat on the edge of the bed. Zia nodded then leaned against the bed rest. Zidan shifted his body closer to Zia, as usual Zidan would do his favorite activity, stroking Zia's stomach.

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Trisatya High School.

Five boys are looking for Trisatya students sitting relaxed in the back of their class. Spend some time with chatting.

"Lo every day is more rich than Zia?" asked Dyu who remembered the crumbling taste of Zia's cooking.

Zidan chuckled then shook his head, "He just learned, yesterday was the first time Zia made soup."

"Border!" say them simultaneously.

"Oh yes, I've been able to meet Mr. Ervan later in the mallem." Galen's words got a thumbs-up from all his best friends.

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