Mr. Slovenly And Mrs. Perfectionist.

Chapters. 10. Hazal Family.

The sun no longer shamelessly shows its light in the earth's court, until the light penetrated through the window glass room belonging to Hazal and hit the eyes of the woman so that forced the human body's round body organs should be open. The eyes grazed for several times until Hazal's consciousness began to recover after falling asleep overnight.

"Hoaaam-". Hazal stretched the muscles of his body that felt stiff because he slept soundly without moving a bit.

"I slept so well that my body was all sore and stiff". Hazal.

Now the woman stepped into the bathroom to relax the body. For 20 minutes the woman took a bath and changed clothes using a white Tedy bear-patterned shirt, and combined with shorts. Hazal chose to wear these casual clothes while at home. He wants to spend time with his parents this Sunday.

"Mother...". Call Hazal to her mother who's cooking in the kitchen. Yes, now Hazal is in the kitchen after being satisfied to relax her body in the bathroom earlier.

"You awake, Zal?. Let's help mom cook". Said the middle-aged woman. Hazal's mother was named Milea Kaya. She is a housewife. Before marrying Hazal's father, she worked as a secretary in Hazal's grandfather's company. After marriage and having children, women who still remain beautiful although no longer easy it is choosing to resign from the place of work and focus as a mother and wife for her husband and children. She does not want to be a selfish mother and wife because she has to share her time and affection with her work.

Hazal's father was Kaya Keremcem. If anyone heard the name of Hazal's family, people would probably think that they were from the middle east. Yes, it is undeniable that Hazal's father is a descendant from the middle east but both of his parents have long careers in Indonesia, even Hazal's grandmother who is the mother of his father is native to Indonesia. So Hazal has mixed blood between Indonesia and the middle east.

"What mom cooks?. Don't say fried chicken again. Bosen tau fried chicken keep". Hazal Protest. Hazal's mother smiled at her daughter's protesting words, especially Hazal was singing her lips until her face looked funny in the middle-aged woman's eyes.

"You, girls can't protest richly. Later if you are married, it must be fried chicken that you often cook. Because it's easier and more practical". Bright Mother Hazal while stirring the cooking that is still boiling on the gas stove.

"If Hazal gets married, ma'am. Hazal's gonna use the housekeeper so she doesn't get tired of the cooking". Hazal's mother shook her head to hear the reason for her daughter who was still classified as spoiled.

"Although there is a housekeeper but you should still know how to cook, son. Because we are not always on top. Moreover, the duty of a wife is to be able to serve her born and inner husband. Do you want your husband to eat out, and not enjoy the fruits of your labor cooking?" Hazal's mother's advice made the young woman moody.

"That's why Hazal didn't want to get married. Because the process is long". Hazal's voice turned soft. But instantly a smile rose on his simple face and said,

"What if Hazal's husband is a chef?. Or.. the satay man probably". Hazal hesitates to say the word 'Satherer'. But Hazal's mother's forehead wrinkled, failing to digest her daughter's speech.

"Emang David's side profession is a satayman?". Hearing David's name, Hazal's face turned pias.

"Ah, this mother. Just make Hazal's mood go away?". Grumpy woman easy it.

"Where is your mood?".

"Lost in the weasel. Haha". The two surgical women of that generation laughed at their jokes.

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Satisfied with breakfast together, now the family gather in the room they used to spend time on weekends. In the room are many pictures of their families, from Hazal's great-grandfather, to their current family picture.The room is also surrounded by knick knacks and a flat-screen TV measuring 52 inches.

"Mom, how do you like the paternity hair if you get upset again?". Ask Hazal. But the woman's mother did not answer, and it was her father who answered as if complaining to her daughter.

"Hazal, your mother has always liked to grab Dad's hair, what else if at night in the room, it's very fond of pulling". Hazal's father let out a contrived voice as if he were being persecuted, while Hazal's mother glared at her husband sharply. Because honestly, the middle-aged woman in a simple way understood the meaning of her husband's words... Bawdy.😁

"What's right, Mom?. Must hurt, dad?". Hazal asked innocently without knowing where the conversation was headed.

"It doesn't hurt. Tasty. What's more, when it comes to climax, your mother's gonna mmmm----". Not yet finished the speech came out on the mouth of the catfish father Hazal, the woman's mother had closed her husband's mouth tightly so as not to continue the topic of conversation that would damage the mental of her daughter.

"Dad, what the hell is this?. Shame to know your own child". Protest Hazal's mother.

"Mom shouldn't be ashamed of Hazal. Once Hazal heard Dad's voice in the room when Mom grabbed Dad's hair. At that time if it is not wrong father said: again ma'am jambaknya, do not loose, call my name if you want Jambak. Tasty, Mom, delicious. So". The two eyes of the husband and wife stared in disbelief at the daughter who had heard them playing the jambak-jambkan in the room, then swallowed her salavi simultaneously.

"Dad, it sounds so loud". Whisper Hazal's mother to her husband. But the middle-aged man, instead of closing his mouth, continued another story.

"Zal, you know. Your mother was a model". A reassuring voice just came out from the middle-aged man's mouth.

"What's right, huh?. Didn't you used to be Dad's secretary's mom?". Hazal asked enthusiastically.

"I mean dad being a model is your mom's side job".

"What magazine is the model, Dad?".

"Model in TTS cover magazine. That's stylish like this. That's your mother loh". Hazal's father exemplifies the style like a model on the cover of TTS makes his son and wife laugh out loud looking at the example of the style given by the man who is no longer easy.

"What's right, dad?". Hazal asked while wiping away her tears from being too cool to laugh.

"Yes. That's why I fell in love with your mother. The level is good, what else is down. Haha". Hazal's father laughed to himself and coughed at his jokes. While Hazal's mother turned red with shame, for her husband's perverted act was no longer easy.

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