Mister Policeman Marah Yuk...!!!

Husbandly

"Will you go home or here first?" Asked Bryan who was combing his hair.

"This is it first."Answer Keysa.

" Yes, I'll bring some clothes here. "

"Yes, tomorrow is not it?"

"Yes, it's picket night, tomorrow it's off."

"Then just go home."

"Will you go home now or later? If it's not too late now." Bryan.

"Now it's okay, but breakfast first. " Keysa said, get ready. "

"Old Yank, haven't you danced and kept breakfast."

"Bring the police in the food box."

"Yes just like that, Mas went outside first want to be the same Dad. "

"Yes Mas. "

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"How did you tell me about the school's problems?" Ask Mr. Brata while sipping his coffee.

"Last night I haven't spoken to you yet." Answer Bryan.

"Why did you do it with Keysa? The important thing is you didn't get it."

"Father like never a newlywed. "

"What do you mean?" Ask Mr. Brata with a high tone.

"Ehm. anu Well, that's anu... " Answer answered Bryan while scratching the nape of his neck.

"We're on our way." Keysa's words saved Bryan from Mr. Brata's rampage.

Bryan rubbed his chest, if he said frankly maybe morning - morning had listened to the song of the melodious voice of Mr. Brata.

"Yuk Yank, our father said goodbye. " Say Bryan reached out his hand to shake his hand.

"Eh, you told me last night why would my son be like that?" Ask Mr. Brata who is still curious.

"What does Dad mean?" Ask Keysa.

"Yank's school problem, I haven't spoken to you yet." Answer Bryan.

"Oh that, it's up to Dad and Mas Bryan." Keysa.

"Not that, why didn't you say this important thing last night. "

"It was already noon." Said Bryan immediately kissed back the back of Mr. Brata's hand followed by Keysa.

Bryan immediately pulled Keysa's hand towards his motorcycle, while Mr. Brata still wanted to know what happened last night.

"Your father is strange, the kepoan time want Mas story last night we did. " Bryan said while wearing a helmet on Keysa's head.

"What did Dad ask? " Say Keysa.

"Dad asked why the important thing about your school problems was not directly talked about last night, but Mas same you Mas have to tell. "

"Yes Masnya again like no other words, his brain just kept his mind. Already know have in-laws to his daughter-in-law yes eleven twelve."

"Kok in samain the hell Yank. "

"Yes out, it's already a spit."

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"I dare testify, Mr. Sir, not because now I am close to Keysa - the end of this." Password Saying.

"We've seen this CCTV footage, and this is when the school gave a similar reprimand to friends who almost all bully him. " Tiara's Mother.

"And I as the principal here and the school committee gave Keysa the opportunity to study until graduation because only a few are left." Said Mr. Basri as the Headmaster.

"Thank you Sir. "

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Keysa also put a bottle of liquid detergent into the washing machine and then grind it. Like a wife who can all Keysa was sweeping and mopping with a shiny and sticky floor due to floor cleaners in use one bottle into the bucket.

The scent of detergent and floor cleaner was one in one house, and Keysa headed towards the kitchen to cook various dishes for his beloved husband.

"Taraaaaa.. finally finished as well, puih. Not to mention there are children later, ah. find a maid is. Kayak at home there is Mba Susi, but Mba Susi also must be tired ya like me."

Keysa was after doing homework because he was tired of finally sleeping on a folding mattress in front of the television, with the television on.

Bryan went home, the sound of his motorbike did not make Keysa wake up, Bryan opened the door to the smell of detergent, floor cleaners to the smell of burnt dishes.

Bryan's footsteps stopped when the soles of his feet felt very sticky, and Bryan went straight to the kitchen to open the lid of food on the table looks fried noodles with shiny oil, scorched tempeh, Chicken soy sauce with a deep dry black color makes Bryan tasteless. Bryan went to the back porch, washed clothes but still dripping water and walking towards the washing machine saw a bottle of liquid detergent that was used up one bottle, which was not enough, even saw the floor cleaner run out of one bottle.

Bryan ruffled his hair, and saw the oil bottle run out one kilo.

"Oh Allah Keysa, all of them one bottle you use, this deserves no cooking because one bottle of oil one kilo you run out right, a day you run out of these 3 bottles actually make the country's economy bankrupt."

Bryan shook his head.

"Because I didn't hear it coming." Keysa said with his pillow face and kissed the back of Bryan's hand.

"Mas, eat my yuk masakin special for Mas. " Take Keysa pull her husband's hand towards the dining table.

"Yank, I'm still full." Bryan said for a reason.

"Wife masakin husband instead answered his fullness. " Say Keysa was disappointed.

"Yes, how else is Yank still full."

"Look at this delicious." Keysa said as he opened the food cover.

"Taraaa.... " Keysa showed me the results of her cooking.

"Yank you sure you want to love your husband? " Task Bryan.

"Why Mas? This is my cooking you see on the internet. " Answer Keysa.

"You tried yet? "

"Yet, but it's really delicious, I'll try it later."

"Ta. but Yank." Said Bryan but Keysa had poured rice and side dishes.

"Try Yank at the meal." Keysa said with a smile showing a row of white teeth.

By holding his breath Bryan ate his wife's cooking, by suppressing nausea and bad taste Bryan tried to eat it with pleasure.

"How delicious is it ? " Task Keysa who while propping her chin with both of her hands.

"E - yank yummy. " Bryan replied as he held back his already turbulent stomach.

"This is over, added Mas. "

"Ja - don't...!! " Say Bryan while holding his belly and running straight towards the bathroom.

"Mas... You why Mas...?? " Kesya ran small following the steps her husband had already vomited his entrails..

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