Mr. Slovenly And Mrs. Perfectionist.
Chapters. 21. Beckek Platform.
After giving an important lesson to Wawan, Harfei also paid his way home. Not to forget he greeted Anton and also other employees who were in his minimalist restaurant. He really misses the place he started building from zero. But before going home, Harfei asked Anton to wrap spicy satay, chicken soto, and also meatballs and roasted chicken rica-rica. The menu at the restaurant.
After finishing all his business, Harfei returned home with souvenirs from a special restaurant for his beloved wife and mother. Two women who loved him was always faithful waiting for his return every day.
"Assynoga". Harfei.
"Girishama". Hazal and Harfei's mother answered simultaneously. Two other women of that generation were busy watching a movie on National TV on a flying screen. Although Hazal did not like the film, because every time he watched with his mother-in-law, it was always the middle-aged woman who nagged indistinctly as if scolding every cast member in the film. But even so, Hazal never left her mother-in-law until the film was finished.
Hazal kissed the back of her husband's hand, and Harfei responded with a kiss on the forehead, then switched to kissing his mother's back.
"What is mas?". Hazal asked who saw the plastic bag on Harfei's left hand.
"This is the food I took at our restaurant". He answered after giving the plastic bag to Hazal.
"So you stopped by the restaurant?". Walk to the dining table and arrange the food in the container.
"La. I just stopped by for a while and gave an important lesson to Wawan". Unmistakably.
"Important lesson?. Aboutwhat?".
"Let me tell you we're in the room. Tonight you're mine". Harfei blinked his eyes while brandishing fingers forming a gun. Hazal, who understands the code her husband gave her, meets red.
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The solemn dinner ended with a greeting to their beloved mother. The middle-aged woman is the only one who always advises and cares about both.
Now the two men of God's creation are also in their room.
"Mas, I already installed soundproofing. So we are free to express and speak as we please". Hazal said with a shy smile meow, but in the heart of the woman really wants to grow crops as soon as possible.
"really?. Then the time is right. Tonight you are mine". Only then did Harfei want to hug his wife's body, suddenly Hazal held Harfei's body, making the handsome man look questioningly.
"Tell me what an important lesson I gave Wawan". Ask Hazal.
"God, baby, in this situation you still remember the wawan kerpleng?". Patting jidatnya.
"I'm curious, ma'am". said Hazal. Harfei sat next to his wife and buried his head on her shoulder.
"So I just had a little chat with him about marriage and advised the teenager not to take the wrong step. Given today, life is very free. Although we live with eastern customs, but teenagers are now embracing and uprooting westernized customs".
"Things that are inversely proportional to the religion we profess. That's why I don't want the teenager to do something that doesn't have to be done before the time comes". The light of Harfei is long. The sentence also succeeded in making Hazal's heart washed away. She did not choose the wrong husband. Hazal pulled both corners of her lips making a smile there.
Harfei looked at his wife,
"Why smile?".
"Because I love you. I don't know from when I decided to love you to this extent, but my heart and heart have always been faithfully beating for you. No matter if you are dirty or not, obviously my life I serve you my husband Harfei Iskandar". Kiss her husband's lips gently.
Before returning his wife's kiss, Harfei said in his heart,
'Hedew... The turn to want to be praised as high as the sky and forget how dirty I am. The conscious turn is up again. It's true the woman with all her comments'.
Harfei's sturdy hands roam the Himalayan mountains of Hazal, twisting and twirling as if searching for National TV broadcasts sailing flying.
Satisfied looking for broadcasts, the hand was exploring the land door that last month had met. Only tonight will be continued because after that night the two have not cultivated anymore because of the busyness created by Hazal's father in the company.
The naughty hands were twirling the small object on Hazal's door, maybe that's the code she meant 008 Saraswati's.😁.
Playing the chewy little thing, until the banana stem of Harfei was standing upright like the wand of the blind from the ghost cave. Makes Hazal's raving indistinct. The pleasure that began to rise in the head produced a sound that made the Harfei banana stems more hardened like ready to grow crops.
The man's eyes had turned red, his eyes longing for his wife's garden. The garden is like a opium.
"Mas, is that why his hands are bleeding?. Mas luka?". Ask Hazal. She accidentally saw the hand of her husband who was still on his body after ransacking the garden land earlier.
"Son, this is my hand from your land just now". Looking at his hand, he saw the door of Hazal's garden. How surprised Harfei was to see the blood that almost came out of the door of the land.
"aaak--. Muddle platform...". Harfei shouted as he got off his wife's body and ran to the bathroom to wash his hands.
After washing his hands, Harfei came out of the bathroom and found his wife in the middle of fixing clothes and reaching for pads in the closet drawer. Noticing her husband's presence, Hazal hugged him and said,
"Sorry, my land is muddy. Can't grow crops yet".
With no other choice, Harfei breathed heavily before he finally buried a kiss in his wife's forehead as he said,
"Go clean yourself in the bathroom". Hazal followed her husband and entered the bathroom.
Harfei landed his body on the bed and saw his banana stem that had begun to wither. Weight leaves a sense of wanting to grow crops that are ready for takeoff. But who would have thought the monthly guests attended first and made the runway was muddy. Harfei had to fast for 7 days until the runway was completely dry.
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