Mr. Penghulu, Marry Me!

Find a Wife, Not a Chef

"Please enjoy it, Doc." said Cia Basa stale.

Cia thrust out a combro plate made by him and Alkan earlier, even though Alkan was moving a lot, Cia just kept quiet and enjoyed. (Why ambiguous gini😭😭)

While Alkan, the dimpled Father of Penghulu just sat quietly on Cia's side. One of his hands, behind the body of the wife, when viewed from the front, he seemed to hug the woman who was enjoying his homemade combro.

"The combination is delicious, if Cici buy on the side of the road is not good. Made by Mas Al delicious, tomorrow make it again yes." said Cia, the woman looks so enthusiastic.

Cia ate it voraciously, not caring about the gaze of the Physician Mother who was in front of them at this moment.

Even Alkan looked flattering a thin smile, while shuffling Cia's hair furiously. One of Alkan's hands was outstretched, to clean the combro stain on the tip of the wife's lips.

Alkan's action made Cia look up, both eyes of clear ash ash that soared quickly. Even the two corners of Cia's lips had already been raised, forming a wide smile.

Cia was a little surprised by the treatment of his beloved Father Penghulu, but it seemed not only Cia was surprised here, Elina was petrified on the spot, when she saw Alkan gently wiping the lips of the woman in front of him.

Alkan who he knew anti-touch a woman, now without the slightest burden to give sweet treatment to a woman. Treatment that has been a wishful thinking even his dream.

So, if he was too late, the man he wanted all this time, was already a husband. Is there any chance of him, to get such treatment from Alkan.

Elina sounded a soft thud, the long-haired woman, justifying her sitting position to be more comfortable.

"So this is made by Mas Alkan? I thought it was Mas's wife. But not strange anyway, Mas Alkan used to help Mother in the kitchen, so the cuisine must be delicious." said Elina.

Indirectly Elina cornered Cia, branding Madam Alkan unable to wrestle in the kitchen. Elina didn't know, let alone in the kitchen, wrestling in the room Cia was shrewd.

The Mr. Penghulu is more cool, playing the long brown hair original owned by the wife. Cia's hair is originally brown, not black like most people. Probably because of the hereditary factor of the Papi gene, which bleeds outward.

"I can't cook Doc" said honestly Cia.

Cia is not very good at cooking a variety of foods, just a few. For a complete spice meal, Cia gave up.

"Darling yes, even though Mas Alkan likes to eat at home, rather than eating outside." said Elina again.

Elina gave a small smile to Cia, although faint but Cia could still see it. Calmly, Madam Alkan leaned his head on the husband's shoulder, even Cia was heard muttering softly.

"Cici can't cook, Mas Al is angry?" ask slowly Cia.

Even the woman in white, displayed a helpless face. One of Cia's hands played a buttoned shirt, which Alkan was wearing.

Alkan smiled faintly at Cia's muttering, his wife was too good at playing in front of Elina. Cia was even looking for an opportunity to burn something inside Elina.

"It's okay Cimut, Mas will look for a wife not a chef. If you can't cook for Mas, Mas will cook for you." said soft Alkan, without the slightest burden.

A soft speech that was a hard blow to a woman, who was staring unblinkingly at Alkan.

ADUH MAMAE HUSBAND PERSON, INCREASINGLY MAKE KETAR KETIR😭😭