My wife is a delinquent

My wife is a delinquent
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Eliza eagerly poured the fried rice she had made into the dish. It looks so clear the red color in the fried rice. Beautifully he gave the last few touches to make his fried rice look appetizing.


When finished with the fried rice. Eliza then took an empty glass and poured coffee into it but not the sugar she added but the salt.


'Hhhhhh... We'll see who wins this time.' Eliza murmured with a smirk on her pretty face.


After finishing the cooking. Eliza sat quietly while waiting for the arrival of afnan, umi, and abi.


A few minutes later afnan, abi and umi came to Eliza who was waiting for them.


"Are you waiting for us, son?." asked Umi.


" No mi." replied Eliza with a sweet smile.


"Oh.yes let's sit down. We eat. "take Eliza with a smile that is still faithful attached to her lips.


"Oh yeah. This is special for you. I made it myself " said Eliza while handing the fried rice she made earlier to afnan when she saw the gelagat afnan who wanted to take food at the table.


Unsuspecting afnan received food given by Eliza. Eliza held her laughter dead. Afnan who thought Eliza was being kind was eating the food calmly until.


He felt a spicy taste that seemed to burn his throat. He stared intently at Eliza who was smiling wide without sin.


"Where. Eat what you want to add. I can make it even more." said Eliza.


"Enak. So enaaaak. Oh yes how if you also try this delicious loh. "said afnan who plans to reply eliza.


"Hhhhhh.. Don't need. You eat alone to be full." said Eliza trying to avoid.


"No papa. Let romantic yes no mi, bi. "ask afnan to get eliza cornered.


"Yes son. And it will bring you closer to each other. I don't need to be ashamed" said Umi.


Eliza, who could not reason anymore, ended up eating fried rice that she made herself. Just as a mouthful of rice entered his mouth his face had turned red with spiciness.


"How's it going." asked afnan back.


Eliza stared intently at the afnan who now turned to smile at her. In his heart he took an oath of expiation to afnan.


"I'm bribing again. You must be tired of making it earlier." said afnan.


"Don't dong. I was tired of cooking now you don't want to eat it." said Eliza pretending to be sad.


"Yes af. Kasian kasian eliza's. I'm tired of being tired of cooking but you don't want to spend it." said Umi who was fooled by the sad expression of Eliza.


"Yes mi." said afnan pasrah. Actually he was ordinary with that fried rice. He had no problem with the spicy taste just that he didn't really like eating it.


After the afnan finished the fried rice. Eliza gave a glass of coffee that she had prepared earlier to afnan.


"Oh.. Ja. I also made coffee. Nih drink." said Eliza while giving coffee to afnan.


Afnan with the feeling was was receiving coffee from Eliza. While Umi and abi who saw it was happy because they thought that Eliza could behave like a wife.


Do not want to be reprimanded by Umi again, by being forced to drink the coffee. Just as a mouthful of black liquid was sliding down his throat he wanted to spit it out but he tried to sniff it out.


'I think I really should teach her how to be nice to her husband. Laugh with satisfaction because you won't have time to laugh.' Saying afnan in your heart while looking at Eliza. While Eliza is still faithfully smiling because she managed to reply afnan.


A few minutes later they were done with their breakfast.


"Bi, mi, afnan want to talk for a while" said afnan politely.


"Speak what. It looks serious." asked umi.


"So like this. Afnan plans to stay in the house that he bought. Because according to afnan with afnan stay alone with eliza there will make afnan and eliza more familiar quickly than here." explained afnan.


Hearing the words of his son, umi slightly objected because the house bought by afnan has a considerable distance from the pesantren what else is afnan house is located far from urban with cassava plantations and trees that surround the house.


"Are you really not able to stay here, son." asked Umi who still hopes to stay forever in the pesantren.


"If afnan lived here the house there would be empty mi. Besides, if you live there, you will easily teach Eliza without anyone bothering you.". And also watching him Afnan continued in his heart.


"If that's your decision. How else abi can not forbid. It's just that abi advised you must take good care of yourself and do not forget to often come here to help abi ngurus kasian cottage if your brother-in-law and Ustad Rizky only take care of it. " abi said.


"If you can now Afnan want to sort out mi. Let it be clean there so it will not be clean until the night" said Afnan.


"Why not tomorrow." asked Umi.


"Can't umi" said Afnan again.


"alright. Umi can't ban you anymore" said Umi with her sad face.


"Umi take it easy. Afnan will often come here really" said Afnan.


After a long time convincing umi. Afnan and Eliza are ready. "Why so suddenly. Why don't you ask for my approval first. I'm your wife now." said Eliza annoyed.


"Is telling you that important..?" ask Afnan.


"Of course the pen." said Eliza.


"There's no need to be chatty" said Afnan cut off Eliza's speech. Makes Eliza even more upset and purses her lips.


Finished packing the goods. Eliza stuffed some of her suitcases into a taxi that had been ordered to take them to their new home. While afnan is taking his motorbike.


After saying goodbye, Eliza also boarded the montor in the vehicle afnan. During the trip Eliza was constantly confused because from that moment she and afnan did not reach their homes while they had gone out of the city far enough.


"What you buy a house in Papua. Far away from that was not nyampek nyampek." said Eliza who was getting bored.


"So soon." replied Afnan.


"From that, the answer will be soon." said Eliza annoyed.


Yes, they were both riding on a motorbike with a taxi that followed them from behind.


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