Marrying Grandpa's Choice

The arrival of Mike

Trees that grow lush and breeze plus the hustle and bustle of children's voices mutually agreed and run around is a sight that Daniel rarely met. Abel knew for sure her husband who was used to the atmosphere of the office and the congregation needed to support the fresh air. Moreover, the problems lately add to the burden of the mind of Daniel's shoulder, although the man seemed relaxed in front of his wife but Abel believes Daniel is thinking hard to solve the legal problems that are currently ensnaring her husband.

As a brain refresh. Abel took Daniel for a walk in the park in the afternoon. The park near the residence of Abel's parents was quite crowded in the afternoon until night. Many children play there, because there are also many games that children can use to play. In addition, the children of parents and young couples also often hang out in the park just looking for a fresh breeze or culinary.

Abel who from small to large lives in the complex is quite fluent with good food menus that are sold in the food court area of the park. One of Abel's favorites is grilled meatballs and grilled sausages. With a spicy sweet spice suitable on the tongue of Abel.

“Enak darling.” Praise Daniel after feeling the meatballs burn the recommendation of the wife. Maybe this is the first time Daniel ate grilled meatballs in the food court. Abel, who was chewing the sausage, responded to her husband's speech by giving him a thumbs up hand. “Eat Bee, you must often snack with me.”

“Iya, yes. but, if every day you can be fat Ups.” Daniel's reflexes instantly shut his mouth. The word “fat” should not be spoken to a woman or she will turn into a lioness.

“So you think I'm fat?”

Well, ‘kan? It changed Abel. The woman who was all cheerful became pouting her face bent like a tangled iron.

“No, you're sexy.” Daniel said as he blinked his eyes tempting Abel.

“Apaan anyway, basic alligator.”

“But you love ‘kan?”

“What kind of question is that?” Abel took a peek with a dislike look making Daniel almost sweat cold. “Ya obviously I love lah.” The woman said, winking one eye, replying to Daniel's temptation and stepping to another.

Fyuh, it's a relief to be Daniel. He did not get cold sweat, Abel who he initially thought was angry because the fat speech from Daniel was easily persuaded. Daniel followed where Abel was, his wife now stopped in front of the chicken seller.

“Pak, want ten thousand yaa!”

“Siap. Neng.”

Daniel did not blink to see that snacks like satay had a skewer but more like fried foods.

Daniel approached Abel and whispered in Abel's ear, “I want too, but I think a lot of oil dear. Weak a lot.”

It is seen that there is a lot of oil, especially Sempol which has just been drained from boiling oil.

“If you are afraid of fat do not need to eat.” Reply Abel cuek.

Cih, my wife is just as willing.

“Add 10 thousand more, sir!” Daniel told the seller.

“Ready,” excited once a pack of sellers Sempol it, “mas its bule huh? Which blaster mas?” Ask the seller Sempol.

Yaya, Daniel was born with a bule look. Blasteran Canada Surabaya..

“Ah, my papa Canada, sir.”

“Woo, in Indonesia what, mas?”

Ih, why also the seller iki kepo. Abel just silently listened to the conversation of the seller Sempol with her husband.

“Work. Sir. Coincidentally the original wife of Jakarta.” Embracing Abel's waist in a friendly manner while Abel put on his best smile.

“Oalah, matching pairs. The only handsome one is handsome. Later if you have a child must be handsome and beautiful as well as like his mother's father.”

The Sempol seller responded positively and prayed well for Daniel and Abel. Satisfied walking in the park while culinary, Abel and Daniel also decided to go home. At Abel's parents' house, they were greeted by Mike, Daniel's best friend. Mike was seen chatting casually with Dadar in the living room.

“Well, it's them.” Papa Damar pointed to Abel and Daniel who had just entered the house. With Daniel carrying a black crackle in his right hand. Mike greeted the couple with his cassanova smile.

“Udah long?” Ask Daniel.

“Lumayan.” Answer Mike.

“So papa wants to get people to pick you up, but Mike says no. Yes it's been a long time Mike chat with papa.” Papa Damar's.

Abel and Daniel were sitting on the same couch.

“This is papa's order?” Dadar asked to see the black crackle Daniel had brought.

“Iya, pa.”

“Wah, thanks. Take the plate, Bell. Papa wants to open now let Mike nyicipin.”

“Iya, yes, pa.” Abel passed to the kitchen to get the dishes.

“You should try, Mike. This martabak favorite om, if you want to buy must queue at most cepet one hour new can.” Papa Damar opened the box inside the crackle. The box contains martabak eggs and papa Damar's favorite cow.

Mike nodded his head. In his mind as good as martabak is still Junk food. Mike who is a doctor certainly knows healthy food and not. Where is martabak? It doesn't feel the same.

Haven't tried to judge, Mike.

As if you know what Mike is thinking, Daniel spoke up, “the taste is different, delicious. One try definitely nibih.”

“Masa ?” Mike still doesn't believe it.

“Eee, don't believe you. Eat, you never lie. If not as delicious as that may be the om ghost who wants to be queued for a long time.” Daniel's words were strengthened by Papa Damar.

Abel returned with a plate and tissue so that the oil from martabak did not go anywhere.

“Where? Om not lying ‘kan?” Papa Damar awaits Mike's reaction after trying the martabak, as well as Abel and Daniel. Mike mangosteen, “iya, om. Turns out great.” Shamelessly Mike took another small piece and was directly at the meal.

“Mean it don't judge food first before getting into the mouth.” Syndicate Daniel.

“Hahaha.” Everything chuckles.

After Dad and Abel went to their rooms, Daniel and Mike stayed in the living room. They will discuss something important.

“There is a development?” Ask the case that currently drags Daniel.

“Better we chat outside.” Take Mike to Daniel and the man nods his ass. Daniel briefly goes to his room to ask his wife for permission to leave the house with Mike.

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