My wife Little Child

Chapter 40

Morning, at 09.15 WIB

"Darling, are you ready yet? Yuk, don't be late with the makeup," Fahri's face poked out from behind their bedroom door.

"Hmmm, yes... Mas... Just finished again," said Dira who was twisting her hair in front of the dresser mirror.

"Jude wait in the car, yeah. So that his Adit should not forget to be brought,"

"He-eeh..."

And after that there was the sound of the door closing slowly. And Fahri's footsteps were getting further away.

"Hmm, ok sip." muttered Dira while pecking herself in front of the mirror for the last time. Soon achieved a goodie bag with a size large enough, white color made of paper in front of him. Yes, it was a gift from Paris that he bought for his beloved brother.

"Yuk, Mas." said Dira sitting next to Fahri. Then shut the car door.

Fahri-pun drive his car at medium speed. And began to leave the complex area of their home.

"Darling, would you like to stop by for a minute? Bring Adit cake or... fruit, is that it?" ask Fahri while staying focused on the wheel.

"Hmmm, I can. We bring you some cake. Stop by Princess Bakery if that's the case, honey. There's a nice cake."

"Hmm, okay."

Not long, Fahri also pulled over his car in front of a cake shop that read "Puteri Bakery".

"You don't have to go down, Yank."

Dira nodded. And rushed down from the car and stepped inside the cake shop.

Not until 15 minutes, Dira has returned to the car with a tentengan with the logo of the cake shop.

"Yuk, Mum."

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"Assalamu'alaikuummm... Maaasss, Mas Adiiitttt," said Dira loudly and went straight into the house of his papa mama because the front door was open.

Not long, from the direction in the house appeared Adit with a look of surprise, "Wa'alaikumsalaamm. Widiihh, this is not here to say something, siiihh...?"

"Hehehe, intentionally. Thanks for the surprise visit to Mas Adit...!" and Dira immediately hugged his beloved brother with full kangen.

"Weiattss, Bro...! Pa kabaarr niihh," Adit and Fahri immediately embraced while having a high five.

"Bas with you guys, belagu really dah. It's still 'The Older Tent of New Flavors Continues', so it's rare to come here. Oya, abis home hanimun again, from Paris...! Ettdahh, style really. Make my single soul increasingly thrashing,"

Dira and Fahri laughed when they heard Adit's words.

"Lagian. Who told him to keep working," Dira read his tongue, and in reply Adit's little laugh.

"Cahileeehhh, how about niih, who's coming home hanimun. When's doong, I got my first niece...?"

Dira's face looked wrong.

Fahri smiled a little, "Doain aja, Bro! Efforts are frequent, really...!"

"Yahaha...!"

Dira who was even embarrassed to hear the frontal speech of the husband. Ckckck, really, man if you've met a man...! The language of maen origin nyablak aja dah.

"Mas, this is this gift from Paris. There is also Mas's favorite cake, nih." said Dira while handing the prepared tentengan it to the brother.

With sparkling eyes Adit grabbed him, "Widiiihhhh thank you banyaakk yes, dear." he said as he slowly scrambled his sister's hair.

"What the hell is this, Dek?" he asked while trying to peek at the package of souvenirs brought from Paris.

"much. There's 2 shirts, jackets, shoes. Souvenirs are like that,"

"Widiihh, thank you very much, Broo...!" he said it now to the friend, who is now his sister-in-law.

"Sama-sama Bro," said Fahri smiling.

"Eh, that's a coincidence. Bik Iroh cooks a lot, too. Yuk, all lunch here."

"Naaaahhhh, that's napaa, Maass. Darithadii. Not very sensitive. I already know the throat is dry gini, stomach sluggish." Dira pretended to sneer.

Adit and Fahri laughed.

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