MY WIFE IS A VILLAGE GIRL

ICE CREAM FLAVOR POTATO.

Nana:"Come on yank, I want a corn-flavored Ice Cream."shaking her husband's shoulders.

Ari:"So buy no.?"looking at Nana with an incredible drowsiness.

Nana:"I forgot."he said.

Ari:"Would you come to the kitchen, or wait here.?"

Nana:"Follow."That's spoiled.

Ari smiled and quickly pulled his wife's hand out of the room towards the dark-looking kitchen.

Nana:"Yank was afraid." His face showed fear.

Ari who was walking by clutching his wife's body can only be silent, he was so tired.

The two walked past the living room and dining room, which were separated from the kitchen area.

Nana:"Yank, the lights are not turned on.I'm afraid."

Ari:"You're afraid."it's only half conscious.

Nana looked up the fact that the husband did not see it, Ari slowly looked for a wall outlet to turn on the dining area and kitchen carefully.Himself did not want to make a fuss that would wake up the three servants.

After the lights in the kitchen area are alive, Ari and his wife who continue to be spoiled by his side walk towards the large refrigerator.

Ari opens the refrigerator door, and after that it is Nana's turn to go forward to look for the Ice Cream corn that has made her and her husband wake up.

Long enough Nana searched for Ice Cream corn, but during that time also she did not find it.

Where Ari, himself was sitting on a chair near the table of the servants, and this was his first experience sitting where the servants filled their bellies.

Ari heard a voice that made his ears uncomfortable, and it was the act of the wife who was ruffling the Ice closet or rather the prezzer where to store food that was frozen.

Didn't he find the Ice Cream, so it made a noise.

Slowly Ari took his breath away, and began to walk toward his wife.

Ari:"Honey, Ice Cream doesn't exist.?"asked with a hand that was also busy looking for ice cream flavored corn to his wife's wishes.

Nanal:"There, that's."pointing five neatly wrapped Ice Cream inside the colorful crackle.

Ari frowned in surprise, he even took the Ice Cream that his wife pointed at.

Ari:"You keep looking for what, here's the Ice Cream."look at the wonder.

Nana:"I want another taste, yank."that answer made Ari round her eyes.

Want another taste he said, God strengthen me.lirih Ari heart.

Ari put back the corn-flavored Ice Cream that was clearly wanted by Nana, but now his wife was busy looking for something that Ari himself did not know what was in the brain of the wife.

Nana:"Ok" she replied without seeing the handsome face of her husband who was holding back his annoyance.

Ari again sat his body lazy in that place, and now his eyes were no longer sleepy.

Ari:"Hon, still a long time.?"staring with annoyance.

Nana:"In a moment, yank."surprisingly.

Ari nodded her head.

Before long Nana approached her husband who was sitting by folding both hands in front of the chest.

Ari raised her eyebrows, while staring at the arrival of his wife with a few packs of Ice Cream.

Nana:"Look at this, dear."stare at her husband without any guilt.

Ari could not answer, he just smiled wryly at his wife's behavior.

Now Nana is sitting in a chair near her husband.

Ari:"You want to eat here.?"tanyakanya.

Nana:"He's "he's busy with me**lati one piece of Ice Cream, chocolate flavored with almond-studded nuts.

Ari nodded and looked back at his wife who was busy with his business.

Nana:"Who doesn't want to.!"bargained for.

Ari:"You're it."reject it subtle.

Nana nodded and returned to eating the Ice Cream that had begun to run out.

Ari was so patiently waiting for his wife to finish the package of Ice Cream which amounted to five pieces.

In the middle of his business with the last Ice Cream, Nana began to smile which made Ari look at his wife intes.

Ari:"Why hon.?"tanyanya gently.

Nana:"It seems that if potatoes are made Ice Cream, the taste must be good."he said still with an amused smile.

Ari had no intention of reaching out to him just smiled wryly at the remark.

Why not all cucumbers made Ice Cream, you must say it tastes good too.

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Sorry if there are words out of place.