My Fierce Sugar Baby's

Chapter 52 - Where Is My Wrong?

Dylan shook his head to see his woman buy some pickled variants, the man felt strange with a variety of fruits soaking in spicy, sweet and sour sauce. The curious Dylan tasted and finally he was tempted to spend a pack of pickles. Even this man filled the trolley with fruit pickles.

A couple who really love food and roadside culinary. I don't know why this afternoon Dylan's stomach feels hungry and wants to buy a variety of snacks. Stephanie and Dylan repeat their wonderful time in San Francisco, both of them going around looking for street food areas.

Dylan, who is new to culinary from his wife's homeland, certainly follows what Stephanie bought without asking much, let alone finding out the composition of the food.

“Baby, I also want.” Dylan shouted to his wife who was ordering something.

“Pedan or not?” stephanie shouted, she did not expect her white husband to actually have the same appetite as her.

After finishing one bowl of meatballs, then toast, the couple were still starving. Moreover, Dylan along the way, always chewing fried tofu, even if every successfully swallowed, always nagging because of the high calories in food.

Finally, after ten minutes of waiting, Stephanie came with two bowls of food, chicken bones, meatballs, vegetables and strange food ingredients, according to Dylan.

“What is it dear?” ask Dylan. Stirring the contents of the bowl, from the aroma is very smelled spices and flavoring.

“Set. You know this is a good snack. Try saying seblak, and you should like, according to what agreement I like you also like.” Tukas Stephanie sipped the red sauce in front of her.

“What is Baby? I just heard it. But I believe it must taste good, because whatever my wife chooses must fit.” Praise Dylan, he saw his wife how to eat. But Dylan couldn't just taste the gravy.

This man ate a full spoon, and it only took a second to shout, it was so spicy, burning in the mouth and esophagus. For whatever sake Dylan had never eaten a meal like this, it was too strong and nose-piercing.

“Baby you're not sane huh? Spicy food like this is good? Is there nothing else?” dylan asked, shaking his hands near his mouth. He did not expect his wife to have a high tolerance limit for chili.

While Dylan was busy drinking, the food in Stephanie's bowl was gone.

Dylan shook his head slowly, his wife is indeed amazing. In addition to the large capacity of the stomach, Stephanie was not seen suffering from the spicy taste.

“Baby after we finish eating it, we go home. You have a seminar tomorrow, right? Don't late. Ok? I'm back in Madrid in two days.” Dylan told me his plan.

“Ok is not a problem.” Reply Stephanie who now spends a bottle of mineral water.

Dylan immediately brought his wife's shopping, and put it in the trunk. This was the first time in the history of a Dylan Manassero, eating an immeasurable amount of calories. Following in the footsteps of the wife is so voracious every time eating a snack.

Dylan opened the door to let his wife sit down, as usual helping to put a seatbelt was Dylan's activity. But this time Stephanie pushed her husband on the shoulder, opened the door and ran to the toilet in one of the stores while keeping her mouth shut.

Of course Dylan was worried, afraid that his wife was food poisoning.

“Sayang wait.” Dylan ran over, but could only wait outside. There was no way she could have gotten into the women's toilet, definitely being targeted by the women or worse being reported to the officers.

Long enough Dylan waited for more than fifteen minutes, both annoyed and anxious. Forced to barge in, Dylan was surprised to see his wife limp down the side of the sink.

“Gosh baby, you should call me, don't be like this, we go to doctor.” Dylan carried a bridal-style cradle, but Stephanie regained her nausea and vomiting.

Dylan was confused as to how to bring his wife home, in his mind it came to an ambulance.

“I beg you not to hurt dear.” Lirih Dylan saw his wife's lethargic face.

The two walked slowly with a distance separating along one meter.

“Darling, I use regular hair care, you know I can't use just anyone else's shampoo, so where is it possible to change. Maybe your nose kissed him wrong, don't overdo it, Baby.” Strictly Dylan, for him this is normal but the wife responds with something else.

Stephanie opened the car door, picked up her bag and walked in waiting for public transport.

“Hey baby why else? Did I speak wrong?  Which part? Stephanie don't be like this.” Said Dylan, but unfortunately his wife instead chose to take public transportation, so Dylan had difficulty chasing him.

Behind the driver's back, the woman cried slowly and harder and harder, until the man on the motorcycle stopped to soothe the passengers' cries.

“He said I was overreacting, sir? Delicious not.” Oceh Stephanie, vent the frustration in my heart.

“Pak take me to the station yes, I want to go home by train, let him be confused.” Stephanie imagines her husband's confused face looking.

This woman did not accept with all the words of Dylan, obviously her husband's head was not tasty, still still denied using the same shampoo. Though the pungent aroma pierced Stephanie's nose.

While Dylan was dizzy looking for the whereabouts of his wife, not finding the slightest trace, he who did not know the direction only relied on GPS. But unknowingly his vehicle was headed for the capital.

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Arriving at the mansion, Dylan was stunned to see Stephanie crying in front of the family members. What else Papa Adam, staring fiercely at his son-in-law. Deemed Dylan guilty without hearing both sides' explanations.

“You ... how dare to make my only daughter cry, what's the matter with you?” Papa Adam did not hit because his hand was held by Steve.

“Papa don't get emotional, we listen first from the point of view of sister-in-law.” Steve's wisdom calms Papa Adam.

“You're right Steve, besides I'm worried my blood pressure is going up again.” Said Papa Adam.

“Hey you son-in-law quickly explain why my daughter is crying like that, what are you fighting about?” papa Adam's face turned serious. Even if this marriage is impromptu, he does not want his daughter to be a young or old widow, the two must remain together until old age.

Dylan began to explain the beginning of the problem, Stephanie just silently listened while shrinking tears. All he said was honest and straightforward.

“WHAT? So that's why you're angry, brother? Absolutely awesome.” Steve's squealing who enjoys pickling fruit.

“I don't know where my fault is? Can Papa help?” Dylan seeks support from his very creepy in-laws.

“Nothing's wrong, but you sure you didn't yell at my daughter?” search Papa Adam.

“Of course Pah.” Dylan nodded even if he was upset, which hurt his woman.

“It looks like Mama knows what caused Stevi to get angry.” Samantha smiled meaningfully.

TB