My husband Sad Boy

Sweet Sweet Egg

Early in the morning Dila had woken up to take a shower, and after praying with Bagja, she began to dwell in the kitchen, which was already there Alya.

"Why are you here?" ask Alya.

"You cook." replied Dila.

"Ck! can he cook? I think your hands are too smooth to do the kitchen work." said Alya, who is now picking kale.

"Not to feel the best about cooking. Everyone can also cook as long as they want to learn, depending on their intentions." said Dila.

"In fact, I'm a cook, what do you want?" ask Alya. Dila did not respond and chose to take rice to be cooked on magicom. Then he washed it and poured enough water, he did not know how big it was, because Iis had never let Dila dwell in the kitchen. Alya who was about to wash the kale was very surprised to see the rice in the magicom pot that Dila was holding.

"Geez Dila, what the hell are you, the water is still butek, you do not clean the pure taste, it's all that water again, want to cook your porridge?" tanya Alya who immediately took over the magicom pot from Dila's hand. Dila was upset and felt defeated, because Alya continued to mock her work which Alya said was not good. But Dila did not want to lose, the last solution he cooked a plump egg. He wanted Bagja to eat the results of his cooking, not the results of Alya cuisine, Dila was afraid that if Bagja often ate Alya cuisine, Bagja so turned away from him.

When cooking the egg, Dila wrongly seasoned the egg, Not with salt, but with sugar. Where are many! you can tell, the eggs taste sweet. Alya who saw it deliberately did not tell Dila, he wanted Bagja ilfeel and was angry because it was served dishes that made people nauseous to eat it. Alya smiled inwardly, "Basic bego!! sugar is the same as salt can not be different" he said in the heart.

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Everyone had gathered at the dinner table, as usual Sofyan led the do'a together before starting breakfast. The women began serving their husbands, taking rice and side dishes to serve to their husbands.

"A, this is Dila masakin eggurr ceplok for aa. Hopefully aa like." said Dila with the spirit of serving the egg on Bagja plate.

"So you learned to cook, baby?" tanya Puja doesn't believe it.

"Iya bun, Dila kepengen pinter cook like mamah, so that a Bagja more love with Dila" said Dila confidently.

"Oh my goodness, mother salut loh. Mommy so inget time early marriage with the father, right mother can not cook tuh, usually only cook eggs ceplok and fried noodles. So every day I eat the same mulu. Luckily there are mothers, your grandmothers. So there are other side dishes that can be eaten with the father." explained Puja reminiscing about the past.

"But even if it's just eggs and fried noodles, it still tastes good" Sofyan said.

"What does it feel like?" ask Vino.

"Yes the taste of eggs and noodles" said Sofyan, chuckling, as everyone who was there laughed together. While Puja pinched Sofyan's hand so much that the head of the family grimaced in pain.

"Cooking only one egg?" ask Puja.

"So cook two bun, but the one is charred, this one is lucky" replied Dila while grinning the horse.

"Where are you?" ask Puja.

"If you eat Alya cuisine, you want to fry again not resistant to its oil nyiprat mulu. Tuh see, Dila's hands until red-red bun." said Dila while showing his hands.

"Ooh yes, later given ointment yes dear. Next time be careful, learn slowly, do not be too imposed" said Puja.

"Yes bun" replied Dila. After that they again enjoyed their breakfast, and at that time Alya glanced at Bagja, wanting to see what Bagja's reaction was like when he felt Dila's artificial egg sprinkled with sugar earlier. Alya was hoping to be anxious when Bagja put a bribe on the spoon into her mouth, as well as Dila who was waiting for a compliment from her husband. Dila was sure Bagja would love it.

"Where, baby, good?" tanya Dila hoped to be anxious, as well as Alya who continued to stare sharply at Bagja.

"Enak! it tastes really good," said Bagja while smiling sweetly as sweet as the eggs.

"really? if it's all dong, later for lunch and dinner Dila masakin again yes." said Dila spirit.

"Yes dear" replied Bagja.

Alya held back from being upset because it turned out that Bagja preferred to hide his reality rather than reveal it. That means Bagja has loved Dila that deep, so is diasudah no chance at all? Alya felt heartbroken for the umpteenth time. And all that did not escape the vision of Vino, since Vino saw Alya who continued to look at Bagja shamelessly. Obviously Bagja has become the husband of people, Alya still blatantly shows his joy. Vino became increasingly fed up and disgusted at Alya.

"Oh yeah well, Bagja will come to the pond yes. Usually want to check the condition of the fish there" said Bagja.

"Yes" Sofyan replied briefly.

"Dila follow yes a," said Dila.

"Dear dear" replied Sofyan.

"Later Dila wear a hat and jacket," said Dila kekeh, inexplicably he did not want to be far away from the goods for a moment with Bagja.

"Yes already come, bring a change of clothes with prayer equipment, we will pray," said Bagja.

"Well! what are you bringing a change of clothes for? want a honeymoon to be moored?" vino Syndicate.

"Yes just in case Vin, who knows not accidentally tucked or his clothes dirty," replied Bagja.

"Yes Bagja bener Vino, but the suggestion of Vino there is a point also loh A, can be tried tuh, mamah the same father had never been frenzied and it feels like really ordinary quart lovemaking on the pond. Especially at night, beuuh!!" said Puja from ceplos makes everyone there feel embarrassed. They get hot cold imagining making love on a floating saung, it seems so exciting as Puja says.

"St! mah!" reprimand Sofyan while glaring sharply.

"Eh, that's just a joke, mama" said Puja who is aware of his speech.

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Everyone has left for their respective workplaces, now only Vino and Alya stay at home. Yes, because those who have not worked and are still students of course make both of them just unemployed at home.

"Alya wants to go to Umi's house, bosen here," said Alya while taking his bag.

"Can't!"

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