Mother To Nasha

The Part 15

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“Mas, are you not in the factory?” Khalifa sat herself down next to her husband playing on the family couch.

“No darling! Today not so much work, I can still handle from home. So he can relax,” answered his smile and then kissed his wife's forehead.

“Don't start Deh Mas!” Suddenly Khalifa stared intently at her husband, as she felt a slight threat.

Hilal chuckled at the expression on his wife's face, “What did he start? It was already started,’’ added his little whisper.

Bugs!

“Sayangg sicktt loh!” hilal said, Putting his spoiled face back on Khalifa.

Really, whether what has been shortened in the head of her husband, or indeed like this the true nature of the husband. Since marriage, the man was very much different, especially since Khalifa was pregnant with Ilona, until now the attitude and nature of her husband was completely inversely proportional from before marriage with Khalifa.

I don't know where the figure of Gus Hilal who used to be so soft, calm and mature always calm in every talk. Although now? The man was still kind and gentle, but his mature nature seemed to disappear and disappear. Even sometimes Khalifa to be confused, whether Hilal is her husband or her child.

“Mas, no mind make what tea for me?” khalifa asked, now resting her head on her husband's shoulder, after a while ago the leaning Hilal, now as if Khalifa was demanding to take turns.

“My mind is more than just making you tea., honey.”

“Yes if so go to the kitchen. I'm so tired of you beating up from earlier!” Khalifa's lips swung again, the woman's body was again sitting upright.

“Eh wait a minute, instead of you just teaching me more huh?” Hilal frowned and looked at his wife with a meaningful look.

Meanwhile, Hilal who saw the expression on his wife's face, increasingly made an anxious laugh. The man again showered a kiss on his wife in a tubi before finally rising up to the kitchen to make a warm drink.

“Honey!! Sugar where?” hilal shouted from the kitchen.

“Ihh is in the closet there, near the same tea coffee!” khalifa replied as her eyes returned to enjoying the television show.

“No Sweetheart!” hilal said, his two hands were so busy opening the closet doors one by one just to find where the existence of the sugar.

“There! Her jar is blue!” exclaim Khalifa.

“Astagfirullah, but all his jars are blue!” lamented Hilal clucked, when he saw a row of jars that are light blue decorate the contents of the kitchen cabinet, but the contents are nothing sugar.

“Ya Allah Mas, Just in need please make tea once a day really excited anyway! Time yes jars so big you are not Mas. Her jar is the largest of her trees among other jars!”

“Dear really, that sugar jar doesn't exist! You come here for a minute! There's some coffee in the same tea, and this is what is this? Refined sugar, you want to use refined sugar?” hilal asked frowned.

‘Astagfirullah be patient, be patient!’ khalifa murmured in her heart holding back a slight growl.

Why now ask if he wants to drink tea with refined sugar.since when is there a tea that is served with refined sugar? Ah really annoying, the cooking show failed because Hilal invited her to fight after delivering school children.

And now, when he asked for help to load the only, had to make a drama first. In Khalifa's heart desperately wanted to do harm to her husband, who Ikhlas did not actually make himself the, therefore reasoned not to find sugar, so that Khalifa followed and made the own, thought Khalifa upset.

...~To be contuinue … ...