My Neighbor's Young Police

seventeen

Taking care of girls, yes it is difficult easy. Moreover, the only child who has been puppet in manjain from small. Not just one person, even the people around his father also participated in the management of this girl.

But still, if he is an adult mah, who is looking for another heartbreak yes. Whatever the case, the touch of your hand, his embrace, and his speech are the most effective tranquilizers.

Earlier, while enjoying the time together, arrived just a teenage girl who is in the growth phase into adulthood, saying words that are not necessarily direction. Almost made the father confused because he was upset. Fortunately, his mother had the same experience with his problems, so he knew what to do and how to deal with it. Although in the end, he must be willing to get a sweet and delicious punishment from the husband who is the hardest emotion because of his own mispronunciation.

"Good morning Ira.." Aska wrapped her hands around her slender little body. Hugged her from behind and rested her chin on the shoulders of her beloved woman.

Actually a small treatment in the morning is very disturbing the movement of his wife who is cooking. Of course Queen's wiggle room is limited with a possessive hug from Aska.

"Good morning my dear Aska.." Answer Queen.

Listen to that, just a few sentences but able to make Aska smile happily in her closed eyes.

He kissed Queen's cheek for a while and then put his chin back on Queen's shoulders.

"Today I'm off. We go yuk,"

"Go take a shower there. I'm still busy.." Queen thrashed slowly. His movements were very limited because of the hands that encircled his waist, forcing the Queen to only be able to remain silent on the spot.

"Just a minute." Answer Aska.

"Later if the cuisine is not good do not protest ya.."

"I was once protesting about your cooking."

Aska still answered every word of Queen with her eyes closed.

Queen who heard it, stopped her movements for a while, then turned off the stove that was still burning. He deliberately took off the hand that hugged him and turned to face Aska.

Aska who was not ready with his wife's rough movements certainly made his eyes open completely. With a puzzled face he returned Queen's angry gaze.

"Oooh... So that's it.. So all this time my cooking wasn't good? So all this time I had to eat it?"

"Huh? When did I ever tell you your cooking wasn't good?" Aska soon realized that there was something wrong with her words.

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"What the hell is bun... is still morning already ranting?" The voice of Gita who just woke up stopped the Queen who had been mumbling alone.

"That's your father. It's still morning. It was good at baikin just woke up, hug the mother, coum lah, say good morning. Heuh, really romantic snobs, but the tip is not really sure."

Immediately, after his long rant, he finished off one glass of water that he had brought from the kitchen. Trying to calm his heart which is still emotional. Queen sat in front of the tv.

Gita sat down next to him, trying to listen to his uncle in the morning.

"What did you say?"

"Yes, your father said your mother's cooking is not good. But he did not dare to say the same mother. Try Git, how old are you now?" Queen asked enthusiastically about her emotions.

"Emm. eighteen."

"That's it!" Queen's quick answer surprised Gita. "Udah so long Git, and the new mother knows that all this time the mother's cooking is not tasty. Then why did your father try. He should have said that. Tell your mother if there is a lack of taste, or there is an excessive taste or what is .. not just diem aja, eat voraciously, bekel run out continuously.. or do not bekel made by mother tuh in throw yes, continue your father even eat at the stall. Oh. pantesan aja your father if you come home always bring food, it turns out. that's the reason."

"Don't guess guess the bun. I come home with food because my mother asks for her own sometimes."

Gita got up from her seat, she kissed Queen's cheek for a while and walked into the kitchen.

It was mandatory for Aska and Gita to kiss Queen's cheek for Gita and Queen's forehead for Aska. It is a thing that should not be missed in the rules in the house that is entrusted by the head of the family. He wants Queen to always feel loved and loved until whenever it is.

"Bun.. haven't cooked yet?" Gita returned to the side of Queen who was still faithfully sitting while pouting.

"Mother is cooking. But not yet mateng, mother does not want nerusin anymore. Why cook if it turns out that it is not good. If you laper buy rice just sit there. Or drink water as hard as that,"

"That's mah not full that there's bloated bun.. Oh yes, I call tuh bun. he forgot to bring a towel." Gita then went back into her room. Instead of him having to go out in the morning. Better to disturb his goodboy who must still be sound asleep.

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